.: XXIV :
I adore you the equal of the vo Ute night
O vessel of sadness, O great taciturn
And love even more beautiful, you shun me.
And you seem, ornament of my nights,
More ironically
accumulate miles that separate my arms from the blue immensity.
I advance to the attack, and I climb to the assault, after
As c. a dead one Oeur of worms,
And I cherish, O b been implacsable and cruel!
Until this coldness which thou art more lovely!
[Charles Baudelaire - Les Fleurs du Mal]
For St. Valentine's Day, è troppo semplice
Perchè avere a
giorno all ' anno in cui amare.
° ° by Morgan
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