Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,Your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose...
THE OWLSby: Charles BaudelaireUNDER the overhanging yews,The dark owls sit in solemn state,Like stranger gods; by twos and twosTheir red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dreamUn...
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
Ma 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.
L'idée que l'homme se fait du beau s'imprime dans tout son ajustement, chiffonne ou roidit son habit, arrondit ou aligne son geste, et même pénètre subtilement, à la longue, les traits de son visage....
He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern,...
Cred ca deja am scris in notele mele despre faptul ca iubirea se aseamana izbitor cu o tortura sau cu o operatie chirurgicala. Aceasta idee poate fi insa dezvoltata la modul cel mai chinuitor. Chiar d...
Ce dragă mi-ai fi,Noapte,când stelele s-ar stinge:lumina lor îngână un cântec cunoscut;iar eu vreau tot ce-i negru și gol și șters și mut!
Am căutat uitarea-n iubire: ce folos!Căci dragostea mi-e numai un pat cu spini, făcut Să dea acestor fete cumplite de băut!
And the lamp having at last resigned itself to death.There was nothing now but firelight in the room,And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bl...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.A peine les ont-ils dé...