#charles baudelaire
“Que te rompan el corazón está bien, al final a todos nos gusta armar rompecabezas… pero que se lleve las piezas, eso sí es jodido”.
Charles Bukowski.
Charles Bukowski
Charles Baudelaire on the man who fell for 9 seconds:
“If you are prepared, then, to take the point of view of the orthodox mind, it is certain that human laughter is intimately linked with the accident of an ancient Fall, of a debasement both physical and moral. Laughter and grief are expressed by the organs in which the command and the knowledge of good and evil reside—I mean the eyes and the mouth… Laughter and tears cannot make their appearance in the paradise of delights. They are both equally the children of woe, and they came because the body of enfeebled man lacked the strength to restrain them.”
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Aries: “What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?”
Taurus:“Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.”
Gemini:“To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world.”
Cancer: “I am the vampire at my own veins.”
Leo: “Angels would damn themselves for me.”
Virgo:“I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.”
Libra:“Swan-white of heart; I smile not ever neither do I weep. I am as lovely as a dream in stone.”
Scorpio:“Do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it.”
Sagittarius:“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters… But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.”
Capricorn:“We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose. ”
Aquarius:“Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.”
Pisces:“The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds, who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day. But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, he cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”
Fierce, seraphic, savage-eyed,
Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; ‘Spleen et Idéal’from'The Living Dead’, tr. Walter Martin
