Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867) As a young man, Baudelaire sailed the seas to Mauritius, Madagascar and Ceylon, returning to Paris at the age of twenty-four determined to become a poet and a [...]
He who looks through an open window from the outside, never sees as much as he who looks at a closed window. There is no object more profound, more mysterious, more fecund, more obscure, more [...]
The Moon, who is caprice itself, looked through the window while you were sleeping in your crib and she said to herself, “This child pleases me.” And she descended – softly – her staircase of [...]