The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.
Charles BaudelaireThe man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
Charles BaudelaireI will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.
Charles Baudelaire