Many define damned poets Baudelaire and others like him . Often, however, their damnation was pure and simple being alive, so alive to burn quickly in the full knowledge of their existence in a world of sleeping, always rejected the extreme wear and tear of body and mind ...
Charles Baudelaire :
must always be intoxicated. Everything is in this: the only problem. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time which breaks your shoulders and you tilts toward the earth that we must get drunk without respite.
But why? With wine, poetry or virtue, as you please. But get drunk.
And if sometimes on the steps of a building on the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you awaken with intoxication already lessened or gone, ask the wind, wave, the star, bird, the clock, everything that flees, everything that moans, everything that revolves, all that sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is, and the wind, the wave , the star, the bird, clock will answer you: it's time to get drunk! For
not be the martyred slaves of time, ubriacatevi; ubriacatevi senza Smetters! Di vino, di poesia o di virtu, has Piacer vostro.
Testo in lingua inglese Original:
by Charles Baudelaire :
Always be drunk. Everything is there: it is the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time which breaks your shoulders and bends you to the ground, he must get drunk without cease.
But what? With wine, poetry or virtue as you wish. But get drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake up, drunk already abated, ask the wind, wave, star, the bird, the clock, everything that flees, everything that moans, everything that is rolling, everything that sings , everything that speaks, ask what time it is, and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: It's time to get drunk!
Not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk without stopping! With wine, poetry or virtue as you wish.
