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“Las dos buenas hermanas La Lujuria y la Muerte son dos amables muchachas, pródigas en besos y ricas en salud, cuyo vientre siempre virgen y cubierto de harapos pese al cultivo eterno, jamás fructificó. Al poeta siniestro, enemigo de las familias, favorito del infierno, cortesano de rentas escasas, tumbas y burdeles muestran bajo sus enramadas un lecho que nunca frecuentó el remordimiento. Y la caja de muerto y la alcoba fecundas en blasfemias por turno nos ofrecen, como dos buenas hermanas, terribles placeres y espantosas dulzuras. Lujuria de brazos inmundos, ¿cuándo quieres enterrarme? Y tú, Muerte, su rival en atractivos, ¿cuándo vendrás a injertar en sus mirtos infectos tus oscuros cipreses?”

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

Work

Les Fleurs Du Mal

Charles Baudelaire's 'Les Fleurs Du Mal' is a seminal work of French poetry, known for its exploration of complex emotional states and its innovative use of language. The collection delves into themes of love, beauty, and the darker sides of human existence, showcasing Baudelaire's unique poetic style and his exploration of the human psyche. more

Author

Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire, a renowned French poet and literary critic, was born on April 9, 1821, and died on August 31, 1867. His poetry is known for its unique symbolism and has had a profound impact on modern literature. more

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