Rimbaud

«Sometimes I see in the sky endless beaches covered with white nations in joy. A large golden vessel, above me, unfurls its multicolored flags gracefully in the morning breezes. [...] Am I mistaken? Could charity be a sister of death, for me? Whatever, I will apologize for having nourished myself with lies. And on. [...] We must be absolutely modern. [...] Let us receive all influxes of strength and genuine tenderness. And at dawn, armed with ardent patience, we will enter splendid cities. What was I saying, about a friendly hand! It's a great advantage that I can laugh at old deceitful loves and shame those lying couples — I have seen the hell of women down there; — and I will be allowed to possess the truth in one soul and one body.» —A. Rimbaud (A Season in Hell)