Rue de Nazaré
Portugal, 1954
From Jean Dieuzaide: Yan
Arthur Rimbaud: My Bohemian Life (Fantasy)
I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– My stars in the sky rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!- As translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)
Image - Le Fou (“The Fool”), from the Jergot Tarot, 17th century. (Encyclopedia Britannica)
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
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| — | Roald Dahl, The BFG (via liquidnight) |
Hay un momento en que todos los obstáculos se derrumban, todos los conflictos se apartan, y a uno se le ocurren cosas que no había soñado, y entonces no hay en la vida nada mejor que escribir.
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| — | Gabriel García Márquez (via wine-loving-vagabond) |
