About This Project

“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!”

“Now comes the time when swaying on its stem
Each flower offers incence to the night ;
Phrases and fragrances circle in the dark –
Languorous waltz that casts a lingering spell!”

(Baudelaire – Harmonie du soir)