and often 'a sea, the music, which I take every sense! A white star
faithful
under a roof of mist and ether immense
I dissolve the sails. Inflate the lungs as a canvas to the wind,
gap on the wave crests,
and chest forward on vortices m'avvento
that darkness hides me. On a sailboat in labor passion vibrates me
in every fiber underwear;
dance with the wind with a friend or a lunatic cyclone
infinite abyss.
other times calm, a large mirror where I see
my despair!
(Charles Baudelaire, Music )
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