Life oscillates at envy
Like a pendulum rusty
Me swinging
From turmoil to boredom
Ennui was born one gray day
As a consistency that I
Know unconquerable
Which behinds all his life
Throughout his life
Obstinately
Everlasting dreaming
From boredom to Bovary
Living in Beauty
Living in wound
Its finiteness
I'm boring
It's empty
Goddess
Distress
The spleen
Is the hymn
At ennui of being
I'm boring
A nil yawning
Little nausea
Time diluted
To Infinity