Thus Spoke Kashtabalda
Who cares about the Rule? The Flawless Warrior. Who cares about the warrior?
Who cares about the Rule? The Flawless Warrior. Who cares about the warrior?
Reach out, spit on the ground, wooden well, iron spell, if I lie I go to hell…
Suddenly he comes, spinning wheel, hanging round, Kashtabalda’s back !
On the dusty roads Ficelle sang. He invents his choruses with his daily life, his setbacks and his gains
This is a very special page. Don’t miss the pale blue words. Translate. Meditate.
All the old folks are losing their heads. What do you think? Why would I be an exception?
“I have raised women! I have dared flames!” (Cahiers Ficelle, unpublished)
Without much illusion, I stumble blindly to find the way. Towards where? No idea.
Aka Patato can as long as he loses. If he wins, he can’t chat. Aka is a pro chatter.
The days without Vieux Patate have gone down the drain. I forgot all about them.
In Chartres was practiced at the summer solstice the trance of the caterpillar
A knight in armor displaying the colors of his Queen of Hearts on his lance