And the least stupid, fleeing the herd where fate has penned them fast, take refuge in the wards of opium, so much for what is news around the world.
A vida é um hospital cujos pacientes são obcecados pela troca das camas. Este quer sofrer frente a fornalha, aquele outro pensa que melhorará caso se mantenha perto da janela. Sempre me pareceu que eu...
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without c...
Your eyes, brilliant as shop windows Or as blazing lamp-stands at public festivals, Insolently use a borrowed power Without ever knowing the law of their beauty. Blind,
The priest is immense because he makes others believe in a heap of weird things. The Church wanting to do everything and be everything: it is a law of human spirit. Peoples adore authority. Priests ar...
Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe? / Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du NOUVEAU! (rough translation : Into the abyss -- Heaven or Hell, what difference does it make? / To the dep...
Oh, sim! O Tempo está de volta; O Tempo reina como um rei agora; e junto dele aquele velho homem com seu arsenal demoníaco de Memórias, Arrependimentos, Espasmos, Medos, Ansiedades, Pesadelos, Raivas,...
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.
It is this admirable, this immortal, instinctive sense of beauty that leads us to look upon the spectacle of this world as a glimpse, a correspondence with heaven. Our unquenchable thirst for all that...
He whose thoughts, like skylarks, Toward the morning sky take flight —Who hovers over life and understands with ease The language of flowers and silent things!
From his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it By giving him one little pet. He is my household's guardian soul; He judges, he presides, ins...
Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir,Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.
Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, po...
But the true voyagers are only those who leaveJust to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons,They never turn aside from their fatalityAnd without knowing why they always say: Let's go!
As if, with beasts' eyes, angels ledThe way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light,Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soonEmbrace the cold beams of the moo...
Acel ce-şi strânge lacom iubita-n braţe pareUn muribund ce-n taină mormântul şi-l dezmiardă.
A soul is a thing so impalpable, so often useless and sometimes such a nuisance, that the loss of it disturbed me less than if I had lost my visiting card while taking a walk.
Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie, Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous range le coeurDu sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!
Elin baygın göğsümde geziyor; arayışınBoş, sevgilim, orası yağmalanmış bir yerdiYırtıcı dişleri, tırnaklarıyla kadının.Aramayın yüreğimi artık; hayvanlar yedi.Yüreğim yıkık bir saray kalabalıklarından...
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuseSoulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;Agile et noble, avec sa j...