« Bitless without spur, without flange, start riding on the wine for a magical and divine sky! We run without rest or truce, to the paradise of my dreams! »
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Charles Baudelaire
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Charles Baudelaire
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« The wine is similar to humans: we'll never know up to what point can estimate it and despise it, love him and hate him, or how many sublime shares or packages monstrous he's capable. »
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Charles Baudelaire
Les Paradis artificiels |
Charles Baudelaire
Les Paradis artificiels
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« Any journal, the first line to the last, is a fabric of horrors. Wars, crimes, theft, fornication, torture, crimes of prince, crimes of nations, individuals, an intoxication of universal atrocity crimes. »
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Charles Baudelaire
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Charles Baudelaire
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