Author of quotes: Arthur Rimbaud

A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu, voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes.
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Bombillent Qui autour des cruelles puanteurs,
Golfe d'ombre; E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lance des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d ombelles
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes;




A - black, white - E, U green, O - blue,
And red... I want to open a birth vowels.
A black corset under a swarm of flies is terrible,
Swarming around like in the fall or in the mud,
The world of darkness; E - the rest of the fog over the desert,
Shake the flowers off of the glaciers threat.
And purple, with a clot of blood, smile of beautiful lips
In their anger or in their foolishness Shrine.

C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit: C'est un petit val qui mousse de work by rayons.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est étendu dans l'herbe sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.
Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort.
Souriant comme, sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme
Nature, berce-le chaudement il a froid.
Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine Tranquille.
Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.




In the green gorge, where the river gurgles,
Silver flashes of billowing grass,
The rays of your sun valley street,
Mountains proud the flight illuminating.
There, a young soldier with an uncovered face,
Herbs in the headdress flower blue
Fell asleep serenely, forgetting everything,
All pale under the shower of Golden rays;
In captivity gladioli world finding,
With a smile so asleep, Senatorov, child.
Warm it in the sky, the warrior has a cold;
The infusion of flavors tend to relax,
Calmly lay his hand on his chest,
Two fiery wound burned his craving.

He has long exalted his woes love quivers under
The black robe and his hands were rubbed with gloves
Tossed and turned yellow, toothless mouth rock,
Drool in secret and lived in sweet dreams.
- Pray, brethren... But saucy Tomboy
Took him by the ear motion carefree
And grim oath, he tore completely
Black cassock on this sweaty body.

What a boring circle of seated people
And, the feet extending beyond the table
Green, waited - suddenly comforted in all things,
When fixing up a huge chest
Servant-girl (well! not to embarrass her
Cheeky kiss) was brought to me on a platter,
Laughing, tertinek system, tantalizing the appetite.

I forgot... then the flaws in the pedestal
And has a lot of rhymes like seeds in spring
And nights spent in the hotel "Under the moon",
Where silk skirts are hearing me tickled.

Here's an old carved wardrobe, whose divorce in dark oak
The good old people become like a long time;
Open the wardrobe and haze from all angles secluded
Giving rise to the smell of pouring old wine.
Full-Packed to the junk pile,
Pleasant-smelling yellow underwear,
Klondike grandmother, where is the image
Griffin, lace, and ribbons and rags;
Here you will find medallions and portraits,
A strand of white hair and a strand of a different color
Clothes, nursery, dried flowers...
About the wardrobe of yore! Stories any a lot
And fairy tales a lot is stored securely you
For this door, blackened and creaky.

I'm on a summer evening-blue path of the steppe,
Itchy stubble will go into thick grass,
Cool white ROS will feel the feet...
Let the head marshmallow rinse, for fun.
I will not say, I will not sing songs,
Let the soul full of love is infinite,
And happy as Gypsies, in the sunset gum
Go with nature, I, as a woman careless.

About come, come,
It's time the excitement in my chest!
I have so much patience
Put in the waiting!
Disappeared doubt,
Faded suffering.
But the thirst for permanent
Poisoned veins.
About come, come,
It's time the excitement in my chest!

Free! - fists in tattered pockets,
The similarity of the coat all rags, no matter how put;
I was walking behind you, Oh Muse! - like a shadow
And what about dreamed of love untold!

Meanwhile, the red charlotina of buckshot
Whistling crisscrossing the blue sky
And the word of the king is obedient, sheep
Throw in shelves fire with the platoon, the platoon;
Meanwhile, the millstone of the monstrous massacre
In a hurry to grind human bodies in manure
(Nature, whether it is possible to look more calmly,
Than you on dead, rotting between the roses?)

She was almost naked,
And will giving stray branches
The trees in the window before dawn
Knocked us, knocked us.
I paled, and I, jealous,
Watched late the beam above it
Fluttered, like a kiss,
Then touching lips, then Breasts.

In the pews of the former merchants grocery
Diplomacy to engage in serious dispute
And translate all of gold, wishing
What is their advice the government did not heed until now.

The seriousness of not to face, when seventeen years...
One night off mugs and glasses
And bustling cafés, and chandeliers bright light!
Wander under the trees the time has come for you.
In June, under the lime-trees breathe easy
And I want to close my eyes, it's so beautiful!
Noise can be heard city - because he just
And in the wind - the scent of greenery, and beer.
Notice there suddenly the flap over the head,
Flap darkening of the sky in the frame
Branches, topped with a flashing star,
What a quiet thrill will freeze momentarily.
June! Seventeen years! Flowering branches juice
Champagne, whose hops are drunk your mind is idle,
On her lips you have, like a small animal,
A kiss trembles, and your speech is impaired.