Ingvild S siterer The Flowers of Evil (Oxford World's Classics) av Charles Baudelaire (side 117)
21:24, 12. november 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
All winter comes into my being: wrath
Hate, chills and horror, forced and plodding work,
And like the sun in polar underground
My heart will be a red and frozen block.
From Autumn Song
Sist sett
