Alle 55 Texte von Roger-Bôtan

Dicen que una banda robaba un banco (Supongo que dinero les faltaba), Y dicen que otra banda la asaltaba A la salida disparando al blanco — ¡Cobardes! — por detrás y por el flanco (Pues robar lo robado les gustaba), Que bombas...

Dum gelidam pluviam patiuntur equi tremebundi, siccantur testes, membra, natesque equitum.

Muses, d’you hear that unkempt schmaltzy bloke’s pathetic bray? Go help him! He invokes you day and night in utter desperation. In case you want to be of use, swing by at his digs and fill the guy with inspiration. As far as I’m concerned,...

Who are you, clouds? disordered exhalation Of spoken words and of unspoken notions? Who are you, waves of never-resting oceans Where every drop is passion and sensation? You meads and woods, immobile decoration Wherein each vein and root is full...

Ayant connu ici-bas la misère et le bonheur, chanceux et malchanceux, à cinquante ans j’abandonnai la terre et me trouvai en un lieu silencieux. L’homme en ce lieu traînait son existence par habitude ou ce qu’il en restait, sans...