Rimbaud, in me, like this
- teresa peixe
- 13 de mar. de 2017
- 1 min de leitura
Casually talking with a friend, I asked for a challenge. Some sort of suggestion that would make me overcome this force that is not doing. This constant postponing.
When I asked this of her, I did it with a promise that the result would come to her next day.
“Rimbaud”.
Rimbaud? I thought she had got to be kidding me… (barely did I know what would come next, but let us save that for another time).
Rimbaud.
In a similarity to everything in this world, there are too many opinions. That he was a prodigy. That he is overrated.
In me, Rimbaud, is this:
"je ne parlerai pas je ne penserai rien"
- A. Rimbaud
(This business of "do something with" was born from my inertia. It is a sort of challenge given to me and fulfilled on what is left of the following 24 hours.)
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