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It’s good to rediscover lost amours
within us, or lay an affront to rest;
but if life lies heavy on your chest
you take it out of doors.
You throw the windows wide, go down into
the crowd: you’ll see that it takes little
to cheer you up: a game, an animal,
or, dressed in blue,
an errand-boy with a wheelbarrow, who cries
loudly as he can to keep the street open,
and, finding it even slightly downward sloping,
no longer runs but flies.
The people, with whom then the street is filling,
don’t keep quiet after they withdraw.
The more rumpus and fury he can cause,
the more he’ll swagger and sing.