"Whether you come from heaven or hell, it doesn't matter, O Beauty! huge, frightening, ingenuous monster! If your eye, your mouse, your foot, open the door for me Of an Infinite that I love and have never known? Satan or God, what does it matter? Angel or Siren, It doesn't...
The Virgin Mary leans towards Christ shortly after his descent from the cross. Mary's swollen veil evokes a breath of life...
"Explore its magnificent shapes at your leisure ; Crawling on the slope of his huge knees, And sometimes in summer, when the sun is unhealthy, Lasse, make it spread across the countryside, Sleeping nonchalantly in the shade of her breasts, Like a peaceful hamlet at the foot of a mountain." (Baudelaire...
"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)...
