Vins du Monde
Invitation to a Journey Charles Baudelaire
Child, sister, think of the sweetness of going to that far country to live together! To love at our leisure, to love and to die in the country which is like you! The watery suns of those overcast skies have, for my spirit, the same mysterious charms as your killing eyes, shining through their tears. There, there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm and sensual pleasure. Shining furniture, polished by the years, would decorate our room; the rarest flowers, mingling their scents with the vague perfume of ambergris; the rich ceilings, the deep mirrors, the oriental splendeur, everything would speak to the soul in secret its sweet native tongue. There, there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm and sensual pleasure. See, on the canals, the vessels sleeping, their wandering humour stilled; it is to satisfy your every desire that they have come from the ends of the earth. The setting suns clothe the fields, the canals, the whole city, in hyacinth and gold; the world is falling asleep in a warm light. There, there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm and sensual pleasure.
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