I met in the street a very poor young man
who was in love.
His hat was old, his coat worn,
his cloak was out at the elbows,
the water passed through his shoes,
and the stars through his soul.
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J’ai rencontré dans la rue un jeune homme très pauvre
qui aimait.
Son chapeau était vieux, son habit était usé;
il avait les coudes troués;
l’eau passait à travers ses souliers
et les astres à travers son âme.
– Victor Hugo
Stray Thoughts 