Arthur Rimbaud: “Seventeen”
Seventeen I. Nobody’s serious when he’s just seventeen on a beautiful night, with all the lemonade and beer and the noisy cafes and the street lamps that gleam. You walk […]
Seventeen I. Nobody’s serious when he’s just seventeen on a beautiful night, with all the lemonade and beer and the noisy cafes and the street lamps that gleam. You walk […]