charles baudelaire – satomipoema

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

– Charles Baudelaire –

On Your Deep Hair

At perfume acres,

Scented sea and vagabond

To the blue and brown streams,

Like a ship awakening

In the morning wind,

My Dreaming Soul

For a distant sky …

To see you walking in cadence,

Beautiful abandon,

It looks like a dancing serpent

At the end of a Under the burden of your laziness …

I think I drink a bohemian wine,

Amer and winner,

A liquid sky that parses

Stars my heart!

– Charles Baudelaire – The Flowers of Evil

What is tedious about love-making is that it is a crime where one cannot do without an accomplice.

– Charles Baudelaire – Mon coeur mis à nu (My heart laid bare)

… something ardent and sad, something a little vague, leaving room for conjecture.

– Charles Baudelaire –

Like two angels gone insane

with delirium …

to the distant mirage we will fly …

of the whirlwind who gives us a ride …

in a parallel ecstasy …

– Charles Baudelaire – The lovers’ wine

plunge my soul

remorseless

… oblivion

… vertigo

swooning

towards the shores of doom

– Charles Baudelaire – Poison

Ph : Helmut Newton

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

– Charles Baudelaire – Paris Spleen

Ph : Peter Coulson

Terrible is the game of love, where it is neccessrry for one of the two players to lose mastery of themselves.

– Charles Baudelaire –

I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.

– Charles Baudelaire –

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

– Charles Baudelaire –

Ph : Mark Seliger