Love the cursed one!
Love the cursed one!
Love the nomad, the wanderer, the exile!
Love him, in spite of himself and the noise
Of his tenacious shadows
Love the cursed and of his curse, the cry
Through the rain
And of your dreams, the glaciers
Burned to the ground.
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Une vie sans art est une vie foutue - A life devoid of art is a waste
