the journey
For the child, lover of maps and prints,
The universe equals his vast appetite.
Ah! that the world is great at lamplight!
Remember that the eyes of the world is small!
One morning we set, the brain full of flame
The big heart of resentment and bitter desires,
And we will, following the rhythm of the blade,
Rocking our infinite on the finite seas:
Some, joyful fleeing a wretched country;
Further, the horror of their cribs, and some,
Astrologers drowned in the eyes of a woman,
The tyrannical Circe dangerous perfumes.
Not to be changed into beasts, they get drunk
On space and light and fiery skies;
The ice that bites, suns that bronze,
Slowly fading brand kisses.
But the true voyagers are only those who leave
To leave, hearts light as balloons,
Their fate they never deviate,
And without knowing why they always say: Come!
Those whose desires are shaped the clouds,
And dream, and a conscript cannon
Vast voluptuousness, changing, unknown
And the human mind has ever known!
II
We imitate, horror! the top and the ball
In their waltz and bonds; even in our sleep
Curiosity torments us and drives,
Like a cruel angel whipping suns.
Singular fortune where the goal moves
And, being nowhere, can be anywhere!
Where the man whose hope is never weary,
To find the rest still running like crazy!
Our soul is a three-masted seeking his Ikaria;
A voice is heard on the bridge: "Open your eyes!"
A voice from the crow's nest, fiery and wild, cries.
"Love ... glory ... bliss!" Hell! it's a showstopper!
Each block reported by the watchman
Eldorado is a promise by Destiny;
Imagination outlining its orgy
Finds a reef in the morning light.
Oh the love Poor chimeric country!
Should we put the irons, throw it in the sea,
This drunken sailor, inventor of the Americas
Whose mirage makes the bitter gulf?
Thus the old vagabond, tramping through the mud,
Dream, nose in the air, shining paradise;
His eye discovers a bewitched Capua
Wherever a candle illuminates a slum.
III
Amazing travelers! What noble stories
We read in your eyes as deep as the seas!
Show us the caskets of your rich memories
These wonderful jewels, made of stars and ethers.
We want to travel without steam or sail!
Do, to brighten up the boredom of our prisons
Roll on our minds, stretched like a canvas,
Memories with their frames backgrounds.
Say, what did you see?
IV
"We have seen stars
And waves; we saw sand too;
And despite many shocks and unexpected disasters
We often bored, as here.
The glory of the sun on the purple sea,
The glory of the cities in the setting sun,
Lit in our hearts anxious ardor
Plunging into a sky reflection enticing.
The richest cities, larger landscapes
Never contained the mysterious attraction
Those that chance is with the clouds.
And always made us anxious desire!
- The enjoyment adds to the desire for power.
Desire, old tree that pleasure is used as fertilizer,
However that thickens and hardens your bark,
Your branches want to see the sun more closely!
Grow up you always, big plus perennial tree
The cypress? - But we have carefully
Gathered some sketches for your greedy album,
Brothers who are all beautiful from afar!
We welcomed idols wrong;
Thrones studded with luminous jewels;
Ornate palaces whose fairy pomp
Bankers would be ruinous for your dream;
"The costumes are eye intoxication;
Women whose teeth and nails are dyed,
Jugglers and scholars that the snake caress. "
V
And then, and then yet?
VI
"O childish brains!
Not to forget the most important thing,
We saw everywhere, and without seeking,
From top to bottom of the fatal ladder,
The boring spectacle of immortal sin
The woman, vile slave, proud and stupid,
Seriously adoring and loving without disgust;
Man, greedy tyrant, bawdy, hard and greedy,
Slave and the slave stream into the sewer;
The executioner who enjoys the sobbing martyr;
The qu'assaisonne party and perfumes the blood;
The poison of annoying to the despot,
And the loving people brutalizing whip;
More similar to our own religions,
All climbing the sky; Holiness,
As a feather bed a delicate wallowing
In nails and hair seeking pleasure;
The talkative Humanity, drunk with his genius,
And crazy now as it once was,
Crying out to God in his furious agony
"O my fellow, my master, I curse you!"
And less foolish, bold lovers of Dementia
Fleeing herd penned by Destiny
And taking refuge in the vast opium!
- This is all over the globe eternal newsletter. "
VII
Bitter knowledge one takes the journey!
The world, monotonous and small today
Yesterday, tomorrow, always, makes us see our image
An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom!
Should we leave? stay? If you can stay, rest;
Go, if you must. One short and one cringes
To deceive the enemy vigilant and fatal,
The weather! It is, alas! runners unabated,
As the wandering Jew and as the apostles,
Whom nothing is enough, neither coach nor vessel
To escape this infamous retiarius: there are other
Who can kill without leaving their birthplace.
When he finally set foot on our backs,
We can hope and cry: Forward!
Similarly as before we left for China,
Staring off and flying hair,
We embark on the Sea of Darkness
With the joyful heart of a young passenger.
Do you hear those voices, charming and funeral,
Singing: "For you who want to eat here!
Fragrant Lotus! this is where we harvest
The miraculous fruit that your heart is hungry;
Come and get drunk on the strange sweetness
This afternoon that never end? "
A familiar accent we guess the spectrum;
Our Pylades there stretch out their arms to us.
"To refresh your heart swims to your Electra!"
Said the one we once kissed knees.
VIII
O Death, old captain, it's time! set sail!
This country bothers us, O Death! Set sail!
If the sky and the sea are black as ink,
Our hearts you know are filled with rays!
Pour us your poison to comfort us!
We want, as the fire burns our brains,
Plunge into the abyss, Hell or Heaven, what does it matter?
At the bottom of the Unknown to find something new!
For the child, lover of maps and prints,
The universe equals his vast appetite.
Ah! that the world is great at lamplight!
Remember that the eyes of the world is small!
One morning we set, the brain full of flame
The big heart of resentment and bitter desires,
And we will, following the rhythm of the blade,
Rocking our infinite on the finite seas:
Some, joyful fleeing a wretched country;
Further, the horror of their cribs, and some,
Astrologers drowned in the eyes of a woman,
The tyrannical Circe dangerous perfumes.
Not to be changed into beasts, they get drunk
On space and light and fiery skies;
The ice that bites, suns that bronze,
Slowly fading brand kisses.
But the true voyagers are only those who leave
To leave, hearts light as balloons,
Their fate they never deviate,
And without knowing why they always say: Come!
Those whose desires are shaped the clouds,
And dream, and a conscript cannon
Vast voluptuousness, changing, unknown
And the human mind has ever known!
II
We imitate, horror! the top and the ball
In their waltz and bonds; even in our sleep
Curiosity torments us and drives,
Like a cruel angel whipping suns.
Singular fortune where the goal moves
And, being nowhere, can be anywhere!
Where the man whose hope is never weary,
To find the rest still running like crazy!
Our soul is a three-masted seeking his Ikaria;
A voice is heard on the bridge: "Open your eyes!"
A voice from the crow's nest, fiery and wild, cries.
"Love ... glory ... bliss!" Hell! it's a showstopper!
Each block reported by the watchman
Eldorado is a promise by Destiny;
Imagination outlining its orgy
Finds a reef in the morning light.
Oh the love Poor chimeric country!
Should we put the irons, throw it in the sea,
This drunken sailor, inventor of the Americas
Whose mirage makes the bitter gulf?
Thus the old vagabond, tramping through the mud,
Dream, nose in the air, shining paradise;
His eye discovers a bewitched Capua
Wherever a candle illuminates a slum.
III
Amazing travelers! What noble stories
We read in your eyes as deep as the seas!
Show us the caskets of your rich memories
These wonderful jewels, made of stars and ethers.
We want to travel without steam or sail!
Do, to brighten up the boredom of our prisons
Roll on our minds, stretched like a canvas,
Memories with their frames backgrounds.
Say, what did you see?
IV
"We have seen stars
And waves; we saw sand too;
And despite many shocks and unexpected disasters
We often bored, as here.
The glory of the sun on the purple sea,
The glory of the cities in the setting sun,
Lit in our hearts anxious ardor
Plunging into a sky reflection enticing.
The richest cities, larger landscapes
Never contained the mysterious attraction
Those that chance is with the clouds.
And always made us anxious desire!
- The enjoyment adds to the desire for power.
Desire, old tree that pleasure is used as fertilizer,
However that thickens and hardens your bark,
Your branches want to see the sun more closely!
Grow up you always, big plus perennial tree
The cypress? - But we have carefully
Gathered some sketches for your greedy album,
Brothers who are all beautiful from afar!
We welcomed idols wrong;
Thrones studded with luminous jewels;
Ornate palaces whose fairy pomp
Bankers would be ruinous for your dream;
"The costumes are eye intoxication;
Women whose teeth and nails are dyed,
Jugglers and scholars that the snake caress. "
V
And then, and then yet?
VI
"O childish brains!
Not to forget the most important thing,
We saw everywhere, and without seeking,
From top to bottom of the fatal ladder,
The boring spectacle of immortal sin
The woman, vile slave, proud and stupid,
Seriously adoring and loving without disgust;
Man, greedy tyrant, bawdy, hard and greedy,
Slave and the slave stream into the sewer;
The executioner who enjoys the sobbing martyr;
The qu'assaisonne party and perfumes the blood;
The poison of annoying to the despot,
And the loving people brutalizing whip;
More similar to our own religions,
All climbing the sky; Holiness,
As a feather bed a delicate wallowing
In nails and hair seeking pleasure;
The talkative Humanity, drunk with his genius,
And crazy now as it once was,
Crying out to God in his furious agony
"O my fellow, my master, I curse you!"
And less foolish, bold lovers of Dementia
Fleeing herd penned by Destiny
And taking refuge in the vast opium!
- This is all over the globe eternal newsletter. "
VII
Bitter knowledge one takes the journey!
The world, monotonous and small today
Yesterday, tomorrow, always, makes us see our image
An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom!
Should we leave? stay? If you can stay, rest;
Go, if you must. One short and one cringes
To deceive the enemy vigilant and fatal,
The weather! It is, alas! runners unabated,
As the wandering Jew and as the apostles,
Whom nothing is enough, neither coach nor vessel
To escape this infamous retiarius: there are other
Who can kill without leaving their birthplace.
When he finally set foot on our backs,
We can hope and cry: Forward!
Similarly as before we left for China,
Staring off and flying hair,
We embark on the Sea of Darkness
With the joyful heart of a young passenger.
Do you hear those voices, charming and funeral,
Singing: "For you who want to eat here!
Fragrant Lotus! this is where we harvest
The miraculous fruit that your heart is hungry;
Come and get drunk on the strange sweetness
This afternoon that never end? "
A familiar accent we guess the spectrum;
Our Pylades there stretch out their arms to us.
"To refresh your heart swims to your Electra!"
Said the one we once kissed knees.
VIII
O Death, old captain, it's time! set sail!
This country bothers us, O Death! Set sail!
If the sky and the sea are black as ink,
Our hearts you know are filled with rays!
Pour us your poison to comfort us!
We want, as the fire burns our brains,
Plunge into the abyss, Hell or Heaven, what does it matter?
At the bottom of the Unknown to find something new!
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