“ No one's serious at seventeen,When lindens line the promenades ”
Love...no such thing.Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.
~ Arthur Rimbaud
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
O seasons, O castles,What soul is without flaws?All its lore is known to me,Felicity, it enchants us all.
À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.
