(la tentation d'antoine)

Ce liquide qui endort. Ce liquide qui réveille.
La lumière et les ténèbres.
Le sombre à cacher.
Le liquide a un goût amer, puis acide.
Il brule l'œsophage. Il brule l'estomac. Il brule partout où il tombe.
Du sang dans le vomis ; la tête sur le macadam, explosée sous la table.
Tout se râpe sur les cailloux, tout ce qui tient habituellement coule jusqu'au sol.

This liquid that brings you to sleeping. This liquid that wakes.
The light and the darkness.
The somber to hide.
The liquid has a bitter teste, then acid.
It bruns the oesophagus. It bruns the stomach. It burns everywhere where it falls.
Some blood in vomit ; the head on the macadam, exploded under the table.
Everything grates on stones, all which usually likes flows up to the ground.

Tu en es encore à la tentation d'Antoine. L'ébat du zèle écourté, les tics d'orgueil puéril, l'affaissement et l'effroi.
Mais tu te mettras à ce travail : toutes les possibilités harmoniques et architecturales s'émouvront autour de ton siège. Des êtres parfaits, imprévus, s'offriront à tes expériences. Dans tes environs affluera rêveusement la curiosité d'anciennes foules et de luxes oisifs. Ta mémoire et tes sens ne seront que la nourriture de ton impulsion créatrice. Quant au monde, quand tu sortiras, que sera-t-il devenu? En tout cas, rien des apparences actuelles.

L'homme aux semelles de vent.

I can't translate a Rimbaud 's text. He is so fabulous that nobody can do... If you could understand, that's really good for you. If you don't, i can explain what appears like being evident, but there's a million of meaning beside it.
The first sentence says that "you're always at antoine's tentation". The name is fun for me... Tentation too. All this text has a special meaning for me, and even for people who know my story. It talks about "cavorts" i guess, about "cavorts of zeal" actually. About pride, collapse and dismay. About hamony and architectural. About perfect people that are coming when you're not waiting for them. About luxury and ambition. About memory and senses that will be the only food of creative impulse. And asks 'and the world?'. Don't think it's just that, i'm just trying to give you just a bit of Rimbaud.
(How pride to be french !)