Illuminations 20: Veillées. (Vigils.) Arthur Rimbaud 1854-1891.

It is repose in the light, neither fever nor languor, on the bed or the field. It’s the friend neither ardent nor weak. The friend. It’s the beloved not tormented, and not tormenting.  The beloved. The air and the world unsought. Life. Was this it, then? – And the dream cools.

C’est se reposer dans la lumière, ni fièvre ni languir sur le lit ou sur le terrain.  C’est l’ami ni passionne ni faible. L’ami. C’est amour pas tourmenté, et pas tourmenter. L’ amour.  L’air et le monde non recherche. La vie. Était-ce donc?  Et le rêve se refraichir.

Raindrops are the bravest things in the world because they are never afraid of falling.

Raindrops are the bravest things in the world they are never afraid of falling.

sparkling white swans

 

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