Thursday, 13 November 2014

The romantic sunset

The romantic sunset
The sun is beautiful when fresh it rises,
like an explosion throwing us a hello!
- Blessed is he who with love
! Greet glorious sunset over a dream

I remember! I saw everything, flower, source, groove,
If swoon in his eye like a heart that beats ...
- Run to the horizon, it's late, run fast,
to catch at least one oblique beam!

But I continue in vain God who withdraws;
The irresistible Night established his empire,
Black, wet, sad and full of chills

smell of swimming tomb in darkness,
and my timid foot crumples at the edge of the swamp,
toads and Unforeseen cold snails.

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)