« We will have beds full of light smells,
Dives as deep as tombs,
And strange flowers on shelves,
Hatched for us under more beautiful skies.
Using their last heat as they wish,
Our two hearts will be two vast torches,
Who will reflect their double lights
In our two minds, these twin mirrors.
An evening made of pink and mystical blue,
We will exchange a single lightning bolt,
Like a long sob, full of goodbyes;
And later an Angel half-opening the doors
Will come to revive, faithful and joyful,
The tarnished mirrors and dead flames. »(Charles Baudelaire)
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