Go, Rimbaud Go! [English translation]

A man sits in a hallway

Doing childish things

Me, I don’t like the lovers

And god made them too

Wipe off your dirty hands

Juxtaposed

At the back of the past

I swim and I clear out

Like a king

Like an exiled I leave

I am a trip that made me shipwrecked

In the fig I met the queen of rains

And all her stories could clear my nights

A girl in a boudoir

Of useful things

Me, I prefer those who repeat a year

And don’t open the door

And don’t speak to strangers

That come

And I cross the length of bodies

And the corridors

Like a king

Like an exiled I leave

I am a trip that made me shipwrecked

In the fig I met the queen of rains

And all her stories could clear my nights