أن تعرف يعني أن تتناقض. ثمة درجة من عدم التناقض لا يرقى إليها شيء سوى الكذب...
Charles BaudelaireThere are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.
Charles BaudelaireMots clés beauty
Each day we take another step to hell,
Descending through the stench, unhorrified
Mots clés to-the-reader
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
Charles BaudelaireLo maravilloso
nos envuelve y nos empapa
como la atmósfera;
y, sin embargo, no lo vemos.
Mots clés maravilloso
Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,
that soft summer morning
round a turning in the path,
the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
its legs in the air like a woman in need
burning its wedding poisons
like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart,
one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead.
Mots clés poetry murder death horror vampires dark-poetry primal-scene
That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal: from which it follows that irregularity - that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty.
Charles BaudelaireLaments of an Icarus
The paramours of courtesans
Are well and satisfied, content.
But as for me my limbs are rent
Because I clasped the clouds as mine.
I owe it to the peerless stars
Which flame in the remotest sky
That I see only with spent eyes
Remembered suns I knew before.
In vain I had at heart to find
The center and the end of space.
Beneath some burning, unknown gaze
I feel my very wings unpinned
And, burned because I beauty loved,
I shall not know the highest bliss,
And give my name to the abyss
Which waits to claim me as its own.
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).
Charles Baudelaire«¡No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!»
Charles BaudelaireMots clés madness poem crazy clever dreams-inspirational
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