quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2008

Arthur Rimbaud - Sensation


On the blue summer evenings,

I shall go down the paths,

Getting pricked by the corn,

crushing the short grass:

In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.

I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak,

I shall think about nothing:

But endless love will mount in my soul;

And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,

Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

Arthur RimbaudMarch 1870.

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