‘To touch the soul delicately, to caress her. The innermost need to reassure her to become able to give up to the Life feeling oneself as an essential part of an eternal whole. This is the modern poetry who has begun with the Charles Baudelaire’s lyrics Correspondances, mystical vision where the Nature is capital. The bloody poet, who loves pleasures […]
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