 Rimbaud | 6 of 85 |  Back45678Next | | | | | | | | | In the winter, we will leave in a small pink railway carriage With blue cushions. We will be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies In each soft corner. You will close your eyes, in order not to see, through the glass, The evening shadows making faces. Those snarling monstrosities, a populace Of black demons and black wolves. Then you will feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a mad spider, Will run around your neck... And you will say to me: "Get it!" |
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