You must be always drunk. There is all the story: it�s the only problem. To not feeling the heavy lift of time which it�s cracking your shoulders and it�s bowing in the earth, you must drunk without stopping.
But with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you like. But get drunk.
And if sometimes you been on the stairs of a big palace, on the green grass of a ditch, inside your crabbed bedroom of your loneliness, wakey, with the drunk already abated or lost, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, anything that leaving, anything that groaning, anything that rolling, anything that singing, ask what time is it, and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, will answer to you: �It�s time to get drunk! To not be the misery slaves of time, get drunk, get drunk without stopping! With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you like�.
Prose poem of Charles Baudelaire
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we put a bobbin for wheels
we yoke two ants and we ship trefoil
don�t anybody where are we going�.
Yannis Ritsos
