My child, my sister,
Think of softness
Of going over there to live together!
To like with leisure,
To like and die
With the country which resembles you!
Wet suns
Of these skies scrambled
For my spirit the charms have
If mysterious
Of your traitors eyes,
Shining through their tears.

There, all is only order and beauty,
Luxate, calms and pleasure... (continue...)


Pieces of furniture luisants,
Polished by the years,
Would decorate our room;
Rarest flowers
Mixing their odors
With the vague scents of amber,
The rich person ceilings,
Deep mirrors,
Eastern splendour,
All would speak there
With the heart in secrecy
Its soft native language.

There, all is only order and beauty,
Luxate, calms and pleasure... ( continue...)


See on these channels
To sleep these vessels
Whose mood is wandering;
It is to appease
Your least desire
That they come from the end of the world.
- setting suns
The fields cover,
Channels, the whole city,
Of Hyacinthe and gold;
The world falls asleep
In a heat light.

There, all is only order and beauty,
Luxate, calms and pleasure.

Baudelaire : L'invitation au voyage
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