For Anna and Laura, a beautiful prose of Baudelaire's "The gifts of the moon "
While sleeping in your crib, the moon, which is a fancy himself, looked out the window and said," This girl I like. "
Slope languidly its scale of clouds, and passed silently through the glass. Then he lay down upon thee with soft tenderness of a mother, and laid his colors on your face. So your eyes have been green, and your cheeks unusually pale. Contemplating those visited your eyes are so bizarrely enlarged, and she has so tenderly you choked you remained forever want to cry.
Nell 'expansion of its joy, Moon continued to fill the whole room glow in the dark atmosphere, a poison bright, bright light and all that thought and said, "will suffer forever the influence of my kiss. You'll be beautiful in my way. You will love what I love and what I love: water, clouds, silence and the night, the immense sea and green water formless and multiform, the place where you are, the lover who do not know ; monstrous flowers, the scents that are delirious; cats that beano on pianos and moan like women, with a hoarse voice and sweet.
"And you will be loved by my fans, wooed by my admirers. You will be queen of the men with green eyes that I held her throat with my caresses night, with those who love the sea, the immense sea, tumultuous and green, water shapeless and multiform, the place where they are not, the woman who do not know, the flowers resemble the claims of a religion unknown censers, the scents that will disturb the animals and which are the emblems of their madness. "
Ed e 'this, bloody and expensive spoiled child, that now I'm at your feet, and try your whole person in the reflection of the formidable divinity, of the fateful godmother, godmother of the poisoner of all the lunatics!
