Mallarme, Valery, Verlaine, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Rilke
You, the rainmaker and the rainer,
and I the one who feels the wind on my face;
treacherous, aggressive.
Halfway up the top,
the road did not stop.
But I stopped. The rain drops
falling on my face
intensely,
and I
did not want them to stop. And I stopped
to catch up with those gone far ahead.
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