J'ai de mes ancêtres gaulois l'œil bleu blanc, la cervelle étroite, et la maladresse dans la lutte.
Christ ! ô Christ, éternel voleur des énergies.
Mais moi je ne veux rire à rien ; Et libre soit cette infortune.
Les Fleuves m'ont laissé descendre où je voulais.
Il a peut-être des secrets pour changer la vie ?
Le poète se fait voyant par un long, immense et déraisonné dérèglement de tous les sens.
Ah ! Que le temps vienne Où les cœurs s'éprennent.
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