Author of quotes: Charles Baudelaire. Page 3

And sometimes to satisfy
All the rage secret desires,
You sincerely your kiss
Bite can give.

With your laziness not to compare
And potions the most dense
And weasel know you're such
I can raise the dead!

Because of the fracture of the evil eyebrow
Your face seems to me to be wild
And with angel not similar to he face,
The witch with the liveliness of the eyes.
About anemone dear!
About the terrible my love!
As idols the priests, so I
You humbly adore.

You, as the night sky, I adore;
You - the urn of sorrows, molchalina big,
And the more love than you run stronger.
Relentless beast, Cruel! You I
For this coldness is stronger than love.

A free man with a love for the sea is full.
That mirror yours. You see his soul
In the eternal movement of the waves, the surf beating in the land;
And, like your mind, the bitter depths of the waves.

All love, the poet met only suspicion;
From the gentleness of his smiley every day
All listened: who raises the penalties
Cruelty to feel wanted everything on it.

We are destroying the flesh, our mind is plagued by
Madness, and fear and pettiness and nonsense.
Him conscience kind to us the reproach
Powered we also.

My dove,
Will run off the edge,
Where all, like you, perfection
And we will be there
Divide in half
Life, love, and bliss.
Of wet curtain
Misty heaven
There the sun shines thoughtfully,
As these eyes,
Where pearls-tear,
The tear of rapture trembled.
It is a world of mysterious dreams
Of bliss, of caresses, of love and beauty.
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Look at the channel
Where is the fleet dozed:
There, like a stray flock,
Their cargo ships
From the edge of the earth
Bear for you, dear.
The house and the Bay
Evening tide
Put hyacinths magnificently.
And a warm wave
Like rain of gold,
Rays he drops silently.
It is a world of mysterious dreams
Of bliss, of caresses, of love and beauty.

To work means to work continually; it means not to indulge in no feelings, no dreams, but pure will to be in constant motion.

Oh, my God! give me the strength to look without disgust
At the heart of my flesh the nakedness!

In the arms of love sales
Life is carefree and easy
And I was mad and brave -
Again embrace the clouds.

In the breast of every man who remembers the shame
And person is to be called maybe
Living snake, and gnaws the heart,
And no to all "want" hisses.
How or bow down to idols -
Surrender niksam Il satiram, -
You will hear: "don't forget the Debt!"
Under the yoke of joy and boredom
Not a single moment no,
When it had not heard the Council
Life of poisoning by a Viper.

The poet, here is your image! You without effort
Fly in the clouds, amid thunder and lightning,
But you interfere with giant wings
The bottom go, in the crowd, amid the booing fools.