Music - C. Baudelaire
" m'afferra How many times the music like a sea!
the pale star
under an arch of mist or ether immense
vulgar sailing;
Straining the chest forward, such as canvas
swollen lungs,
stop the waves the prickly chain
that night I sail.
Every passion I feel in me vibrate
of a ship that suffers;
The favorable wind, the storm whooping
on the precipice huge rocks me.
other times calm, large mirror
of my misery ... "
" m'afferra How many times the music like a sea!
the pale star
under an arch of mist or ether immense
vulgar sailing;
Straining the chest forward, such as canvas
swollen lungs,
stop the waves the prickly chain
that night I sail.
Every passion I feel in me vibrate
of a ship that suffers;
The favorable wind, the storm whooping
on the precipice huge rocks me.
other times calm, large mirror
of my misery ... "
" The Waves "L. Einaudi
alternating shadows and reflections on a melancholic and mystical Scenario
hands, extension of my essence,
dance uncertain
their beloved and magical black and white checkered ...
And so, with a succession of notes, like waves thundering wild
a long pause and some breath
to life my soul
full of emotions that
is freed from all its chain.
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