In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
Arthur RimbaudOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Arthur RimbaudIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
Arthur RimbaudOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Arthur Rimbaud