I have bathed in the Poem Of the Sea... Devouring the green azures. - Arthur Rimbaud

Along the open road on winter nights, homeless, cold, and hungry, one voice gripped my frozen heart: 'Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.' In the morning my eyes were so vacant and my face so dead, that the people I met may not even have seen me.

In cities, mud went suddenly red and black, like a mirror when a lamp in the next room moves, like treasure in the forest! Good luck, I cried, and I saw a sea of flames and smoke rise to heaven; and left and right, all wealth exploded like a billion thunderbolts.

Elle est retrouvée!
Quoi? -l'Éternité.
C'est la mer allée
Avec le soleil.

Je vu quelques fois, ce que l'homme à cru voir