Charles Baudelaire

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

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Now the times are coming when, vibrating on its stem, each flower rises in vapour like an incense-burner; sounds and scents circle in the evening air, melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!

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sinister flowers that seem to bear the incense of some unknown religion;

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i reign in the azure heights like a sphinx whom no one understands; i combine a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement which disturbs lines, and never do I weep and never do I laugh.

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i reign in the azure heights like a sphinx whom no one understands; i combine a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement which disturbs lines, and never do I weep and never do I laugh.

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Strange goddess, witch, and daughter of night,

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when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast

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a lovely autumn sky, one of those skies out of which such a multitude of memories and regrets rain down,

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Beautiful, more than beautiful: stunning. She is rich in black — all her inspirations are nocturnal and deep. Her eyes are two caverns in which mystery flickers vaguely and her gaze flashes like lightning, an explosion in the dark.

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Como foi a imaginação que criou o mundo, ela governa-o.

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velvet-eyed fairy

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Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lightning flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.

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Embriaga-te sem cessar! Com vinho, com poesia e com virtude.

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decrepit and delightful.

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the glory of liquid was contained within a setting of crystallized light.

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All beloved beings / Are vases of venom that we drink with our eyes closed.

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Now the times are coming when, vibrating on its stem, each flower rises in vapour like an incense-burner; sounds and scents circle in the evening air, melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!

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She is beautiful and more than beautiful; she is surprising. Darkness in her abounds, and all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lightning flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.

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Be it in the night and in solitude, be it in the street and in the multitude, her phantom dances in the air like a burning brand.

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I am not the Styx to embrace you nine times, alas!

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when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast