Paul Verlaine

Verlaine was in his office, working out of boredom, things were done, what should he do? good question... But still, the time was approaching evening, when suddenly he heard that someone entered his office, he stood at the window and did not even turn to see who it was. Who? Verlaine asked rudely, but when he heard Rimbaud’s muffled voice, he immediately turned and smiled softly, his tone becoming more affectionate. oh Rimbaud, what brings you here at such a late time?