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Mar 1002
Mar 10Luftballons in the dark
My opening eyes, as red as coal,
The horror of my lodging met.
I felt re-entering my soul
The knife of cares and vain regret.
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The clock with brutal accent played
Funereal chimes. The time was noon
And heaven covered, with its shade,
The world, this fatuous balloon!
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— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
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Mar 1025
Feb 10Dancing in the wind
Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue:
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
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Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.
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Feb 10Zombie Painting
When you look like that in the underground, you should probably go back take a nap.
22
Feb 10Van Gogh Lyon
For the range of colors, mostly. I came to the city 5 years ago now, and I’ve to recognize I learned to appreciate its possibilities. For gourmand people, it’s a delightful place to live.
21
Feb 10Tic tac tic tac
Time is running out. So as the White Rabbit. Can you infer the consequences?
20
Feb 10The Thing
The Adam’s Family style is still vivid.
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Feb 10Mylady Crow
She looks like about to go up and just fly away. Maybe she will. One day. Hopefully after she had let us (me) all of her recipes.









