“However, strong and proud as the sun, she steps out into the deserted street,
alone alive at this hour under the immense azure,
and making a bright black spot on the light.

She walks along harmoniously, happy to be alive and smiling,
as if glimpsing out into space
a mirror reflecting her gait and beauty.”

“Meanwhile, she comes forward proudly and strongly
just like the sun in the deserted street,
the only living creature under the immense azure sky
at this hour, making, on the light, a bright and black stain.

Thus she moves forward, harmoniously, glad
to be alive and smiling, as if she saw off in the distance
a mirror reflecting her gail and her beauty.”

(Baudelaire – La belle Dorothée)