Wellen is old, he needs fresh blood, he needs a source of inspiration. He met Rimbaud, a sixteen-year-old child with an angelic face and a devilish heart. He was squandering his talent and aura. He was young, so young that he had to look up to him. His willful behavior, happiness and pain were all evidence of youth. . And what he needs should be a "father" who supports him unconditionally. He couldn't get it at home, so he could only rely on Willen.
The two of them are together naturally, bathing in the sun, reciting poetry to wine, and their natural living conditions allow them to indulge themselves, and inspiration and happiness will follow. But reality is not poetry. This sentence is too vulgar, so vulgar that both of them cannot avoid it. They started hurting each other, and the most precious thing about their relationship was hurting each other. Rimbaud scolded Verlaine in the most vicious language and stabbed his palm with a knife, just because Verren said that what he loved was only his body. The time Verlaine returned to his wife, Rimbaud's heartbroken look leaned against the wall, and Verlaine angrily threw Rimbaud in London, Rimbaud chased out in pain and shouted at his back. , how can you leave me alone... how selfish, cruel and crazy they love, when Rimbaud decided to leave, Verlen shot Rimbaud's palm like crazy, Rimbaud was just stunned Looking at the palm of his hand, he said in pain, but he missed the shot. Rimbaud did not forgive him in the end, because Verren did not take his life.
After the separation, Rimbaud was 20 years old, and he did not write poetry after that, and no one could understand his madness.
Wellen's weird smile when he finally shreds the address in the bar is, I think, the most wonderful feeling of two lunatic poets. No matter how much they love, it is only selfishness, there is a vast sea of people, where is not dangerous, no matter what, someone around you can be near you, this is love. Even if it hurts, it is evidence of its own existence.
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