(sous le soleil rouge de l'univers baudelairien) -
Poem Translation (by Ode L) -
How I love to see, dear indolent one,
Of your beautiful body,
Like a flickering fabric,
Shimmering skin!
On your deep hair
With pungent perfumes,
Wandering, fragrant sea
With blue and brown waves,
Like a ship awakening
In the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.
Your eyes, where nothing is revealed
Of sweet or bitter,
Are two cold jewels, where gold
Mingles with iron.
Watching you walk in cadence,
Indulging in pleasure,
You look like a snake, dancing
At the end of a stick.
Under the weight of your laziness
Your childlike head
Swings with the softness
Of a young elephant,
And your body bends and stretches
Like a fine vessel
That rolls from side to side
Its yards in the water.
Like a flood swollen by melting
Of rumbling glaciers,
When the water in your mouth rises
To the edge of your teeth,
It seems to me
That I'm drinking Bohemian wine,
Bitter and victorious,
A liquid sky that sprinkles
Sparkling stars in my heart!
IMPECCABLE et excellemment partagée. Merci pour cette magnifique compilation bien collée et ce magnifique moment de détente musical.
Bonne et agréable fin de semaine clémente et salutaire.
Das hast du wieder sehr schön gemacht liebe Rosèha mit diesen Hauch von Erotik in deinen Bild und mit dieser Schlange,die einen gefährlichen Blick rüber wirft,schön ist auch wieder deine Musik dazu :))
Wünsche noch ein schönes Wochenende,ganz liebe Grüße Güni :))
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Roséha D. said:
Poem Translation (by Ode L) -
How I love to see, dear indolent one,
Of your beautiful body,
Like a flickering fabric,
Shimmering skin!
On your deep hair
With pungent perfumes,
Wandering, fragrant sea
With blue and brown waves,
Like a ship awakening
In the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.
Your eyes, where nothing is revealed
Of sweet or bitter,
Are two cold jewels, where gold
Mingles with iron.
Watching you walk in cadence,
Indulging in pleasure,
You look like a snake, dancing
At the end of a stick.
Under the weight of your laziness
Your childlike head
Swings with the softness
Of a young elephant,
And your body bends and stretches
Like a fine vessel
That rolls from side to side
Its yards in the water.
Like a flood swollen by melting
Of rumbling glaciers,
When the water in your mouth rises
To the edge of your teeth,
It seems to me
That I'm drinking Bohemian wine,
Bitter and victorious,
A liquid sky that sprinkles
Sparkling stars in my heart!
Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil
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Malik Raoulda said:
Bonne et agréable fin de semaine clémente et salutaire.
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Günter Klaus said:
Wünsche noch ein schönes Wochenende,ganz liebe Grüße Güni :))
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Madeleine Defawes said:
Bon weekend. Amitiés
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