Once upon a time
A drunken vessel
Sailed in the mystical universe
Drawing the world as a rose
He wandered around the earth
Searching for the sun
Land of dreams
Gleams of metaphor
And new icons of poems
Chanting songs
Intoxicating souls
Bewitching dreamers
And making lovers merry
A witch ruined his existence
He depicted life with the body of a woman
And the head of serpent
Poison gushing from her breast
Touched by a curse
Haunting him
Thus language abandoned him
Becoming addicted to loneliness
And expatriation
Wandering like a lunatic
He lived and died as a stranger
In the midst of his grief and sorrow
He versified these verses
Thousands of autumns have passed me by
Still I search for an amulet
That will save me from a woman's curse
Desisting not to leave me
Afraid of being cursed again
I vowed
Never to come near a woman
Out of cold loneliness I built
Towers for my solitude..
And in the land of dream
Planted my verses
Squeezing them out of my spirit..
Lighting my candle
Still I lived in darkness
Reading the books of dead
And the flowers of evil
I remained alone
Mourning humanity
Never attached to life
The hand of death reached for me
Surrounded by fire
My harp in the river
Hopelessly I tried to gather my shattered soul
O France! O France!
Why have you forsaken your son?
Soldiers won't sing of your glory
nor will they water your roses
only by poesy and tears of joy




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