星星
J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher à clocher; des guirlandes de fenêtre à fenêtre; des chaînes d'or d'étoile à étoile, et je danse.
A people without poetry is like a night without stars.
One must have chaos within oneself to give birth to a dancing star.
The night is a great poem, and the stars are its verses.
The night is a great symphony, but the stars are its notes.
The night is a great canvas, but the stars are its paint.
The night is a great theater, but the stars are its actors.
The night is a great library, but the stars are its books.
The night is a great cathedral, but the stars are its windows.
The night is a great temple, but the stars are its candles.
The night is a great city, but the stars are its lights.
The night is a great forest, but the stars are its trees.
The night is a great ocean, but the stars are its waves.
The night is a great mirror, but the stars are its reflections.