Δε θα μιλώ, δε θα σκέφτομαι τίποτα.
Άπειρος ο έρωτας θ αναβλύζει στη ψυχή μου.
Και θα φύγω μακριά, σαν τσιγγάνος,
μες στη φύση - ευτυχισμένος σαν σε αγκαλιά γυναίκας.

Sensation

On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

Arthur Rimbaud
March 1870.