It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
Arthur RimbaudNow I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
Arthur RimbaudIt was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
Arthur RimbaudNow I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
Arthur Rimbaud