Lost Sentiment

Paris, 2017

A lightning flash... then night, fleeting beauty
whose glance has so suddenly caused me again to live,
through endless time shall I not meet with you?

Elsewhere, far away... too late, perhaps never more,
for I know not whither you fly, nor you, where I go,
O soul that I would have loved, and that you know.

- C. Baudelaire

A lightning flash... then night, fleeting beauty
whose glance has so suddenly caused me again to live,
through endless time shall I not meet with you?

Elsewhere, far away... too late, perhaps never more,
for I know not whither you fly, nor you, where I go,
O soul that I would have loved, and that you know.

- C. Baudelaire

A lightning flash... then night, fleeting beauty
whose glance has so suddenly caused me
again to live,
through endless time shall I not meet with you?

Elsewhere, far away... too late, perhaps never more,
for I know not whither you fly, nor you, where I go,
O soul that I would have loved, and that you know.

- C. Baudelaire