Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere
to a higher plane, and purify yourself
by drinking as if it were ambrosia
the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.
Free from the futile strivings and the cares
which dim existence to a realm of mist,
happy is he who wings an upward way
on mighty pinions to the fields of light;
whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise
into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked,
outreaches life and readily comprehends
the language of flowers and of all mute things.
On peut chercher dans Dieu le complice et l'ami qui manquent toujours. Dieu est l'éternel confident dans cette tragédie dont chacun est le héros.
Charles BaudelaireTags: god
La Terre est un gâteau plein de douceur.
Charles BaudelaireI should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
Charles BaudelaireTags: nature
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Charles BaudelaireAimer les femmes intelligentes est un plaisir de pédéraste.
Charles BaudelaireMa jeunesse ne fut qu'un ténébreux orage, Traversé çà et là par de brillants de soleils; Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage, Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
Charles BaudelaireI love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
Charles BaudelaireL'orage rajeunit les fleurs
Charles BaudelaireTags: flowers-storms
and over your unconsecrated head
you'll hear the howling wolves
lament their fate and yours the livelong year;
« first previous
Page 5 of 15.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.