...I am the scholar of the dark armchair...

I am  master of silence

yelena bryksenkova

Branches and rain hurl themselves at the windows of my library...

I am the saint at prayer on the terrace ...

Je suis le savant au fauteuil sombre

...little foreign misses and young ladies gently unhappy. 
What boredom, the hour of the 'dear body' and 'dear heart.'




fabio furtado

I lean my elbows on the table, the lamp shines brightly on these newspapers
I am fool enough to read again, these stupid books 

Miquel Wert

 In hours of bitterness...

Ioana Vraja



caspar david friedrich





adolph von menzel

Why should the semblance of an opening pale under one corner of the vault? 

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all lines : rimbaud- childhood / enfance