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15-11 - A tip ...

A trick has crept into the text, can you find it?

Romance - Arthur Rimbaud

are not really serious when it was seventeen years.
- One fine evening, enough of beer and lemonade,
rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights!
- Moving in the green lime trees on the promenade.

The lime trees smell good on fine evenings in June!
The air is so soft sometimes, you close the lid;
The wind, full of sounds - the town is not far -
A vine perfumes and scents of beer ...

II-This you see a very small cloth
Azure dark, framed by a twig, Pique
a bad star, which merges
With mild chills, small and white ...

June night! Seventeen years! - You let yourself get drunk.
The sap is champagne and goes straight to your head ...
are wandering; you feel a kiss on his lips
Which quivers there like a little beast ...

III Your mad heart goes Crusoeing through novels,
Where, in the light of a pale street lamp, Passes a
girl with charming little airs,
Under the shadow of the collar of his father's scary ...

And as she finds you immensely naïve
trots along in his little boots,
She turns, wide awake and a quick movement ...
- On your lips while cavatinas die ...

IV

You're in love. Leased until August.
You're in love. - Your sonnets make Her laugh.
All your friends go, you're bad taste.
- Can the adored one evening, condescends to write to you! ...

- This evening, ... - You return to the dazzling cafes,
You ask for beer or lemonade ...
- are not really serious when you have fifty years
And there are green lime trees on the promenade.

Poems. September 29, 1970.

15-11-1960 ... Pfouf!

Scorpio ascendant scorpion, the St. Albert ... patron saint of alchemists / sorcerers / magicians and other ugly not beautiful!

Half a century! Thee think so? Not me!

Ch'suis serious po ...