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  • 29th November
    2011
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  • 2nd September
    2011
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Correspondances-Correspondences

La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles
L’homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l’observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
Vaste comme une nuit et comme la clarté,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

Il est des parfums frais comme de chairs d’enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
—Et d’autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,

Ayant l’expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l’ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l’encens,

Qui chantent les transports de l’esprit et des sens.

Charles Baudelaire

Nature is a temple in which living pillars  
Sometimes emit confused words;  
Man crosses it through forests of symbols  
That observe him with familiar glances. 

Like long echoes that mingle in the distance  
In a profound tenebrous unity,  
Vast as the night and vast as light,  
Perfumes, sounds, and colours respond to one another. 

Some perfumes are as fresh as the flesh of  
children, Sweet as the sound of oboes, green as pastures 
— And others corrupt, rich, and triumphant, 

Having the expanse of things infinite,  
Such as amber, musk, benzoin, and incense,  

That sing of the flight of spirit and the senses.

- Charles Baudelaire

Find other English interpretations here.

  • 29th April
    2011
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  • 26th April
    2011
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  • 22nd April
    2011
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Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with
these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river thorough the
darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the
lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with
merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven
by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh
jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.
The First Jasmines  - Rabindranath Tagore (Indian Poet)
  • 15th April
    2011
  • 15

A dose of Camus for the day

"My dear,

In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.


In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.


I realized, through it all, that…


In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Truly yours,
Albert Camus”

  • 4th April
    2011
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  • 16th March
    2011
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  • 9th March
    2011
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Takagi Masakatsu - Girls

Easy on the eyes, easy on the ears. A reminder of how beautiful life can be. (thank you friend, for passing this on!)

  • 22nd January
    2011
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