The French lyrics, translated: (A poem: To a Passer-by de Charles Baudelaire) The deafening street around me roared. Tall, slim, in deep mourning, majestic grief, A woman passed, lifting and swinging With a pompous gesture the hem and flounces of her skirt, Swift and noble, with statuesque limb. As for me, I drank, twitching like a crazy man, From her eye, livid sky where the hurricane is born, The softness that fascinates and the pleasure that kills, A lightning flash… then night! O fleeting beauty, By whose glance I was suddenly reborn, Shall I see you again only in eternity? Somewhere else, way too far from here! Too late! Perhaps never! For I do not know where you flee, you don’t know where I go, O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!
I love it! Brilliant art from a vibrant heart. Pain, recycled into something beautiful... something I can swallow as I starve for my own confidence in a means of self-expression. Thank you so much for sharing!
