24 Aug IRIS
"I throne in the azure like a misunderstood sphinx; I unite a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement that shifts lines, And I never cry and I never laugh." (Baudelaire - Beauty)...
"I throne in the azure like a misunderstood sphinx; I unite a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement that shifts lines, And I never cry and I never laugh." (Baudelaire - Beauty)...
The jubilant fruit of Hermes and Aphrodite's love affair. The mirror is a hollow reflection of the subject's face....
"In the ocean of your hair, I glimpse a port teeming with melancholy songs, vigorous men of all nations and ships of all shapes cutting their fine, intricate architectures against an immense sky where eternal warmth basks. "(Baudelaire - Un hémisphère dans une chevelure -...
"Rubens, river of oblivion, garden of laziness, A pillow of fresh flesh where you can't love, But where life is always flowing and bustling, Like the air in the sky and the sea in the sea". (Baudelaire - Lighthouses)...
"The bitter sterility of your pleasure Alters your thirst and stiffens your skin, And the furious wind of concupiscence Rattles your flesh like an old flag." (Baudelaire - Femmes damnées - F du M)...
"In the fiery hearth of your hair, I breathe the scent of tobacco mingled with opium and sugar; in the night of your hair, I see the infinity of the tropical azure shine." (Baudelaire - Un hémisphère dans une chevelure - from F du M)...
"Here come the times when vibrating on its stem Each flower evaporates like a censer; Sounds and scents swirl in the evening air; Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!" (Baudelaire - Harmonie du soir)...
"Let me breathe the scent of your hair for a long, long time, immersing my whole face in it, like a weary man in spring water. Your hair contains a whole dream, full of veils and masts; it contains great seas whose monsoons carry me...
"Like a ship awakening In the morning wind, My dreamy soul sets sail For a distant sky. Your eyes, where nothing is revealed Neither sweet nor bitter, Are two cold jewels where Gold with iron." (Baudelaire - The Dancing Serpent)...
"And his arm and leg, and thigh and loins, Polished like oil, undulating like a swan, passed before my clear-sighted and serene eyes; And her belly and her breasts, these clusters of my vine, stepped forward, cuddlier than the Angels of Evil, To disturb the repose of my soul, And to...