Two clips made me cry.
That summer, Rimbaud.
Lambo patted Verlaine on the shoulder and showed him the sun that had just come out of the mountain. Happy like a child, he was still a child himself, but he loved him because of his talent, but he just said "you know I like you very much". They learn to play in the grass like sheep. When he saw the sea, he ran to it desperately, turned back and kissed him, and turned to the sea.
I felt in a trance that there was his love, where his soul was. One such summer is enough.
Watching the sunrise and sunset together, being silly, laughing, drinking together, happy as if the world had returned to the original chaos, and they could never be separated from each other.
The end of the story, Verlaine.
Two glasses of absinthe. It was the young blue wave who raised the glass.
Do you love me do you know that I like you very much Do
you love me do you love
to put your hands on the table palms up The
sharp knife has passed through the bloody wounds on the palm lines that have healed into a part of the body
The only thing left in the story is the warmth of your lips.
Encountering is like an eclipse of darkness swallowing up the light for a few minutes and then the day eroding the darkness
is actually the meeting and fusion of each other.
We are so different, yet surprisingly similar.
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