Charles Baudelaire█

From the flowers of evil to the painter of modern life, I have distilled the strange perfumes and secret sorrows of a changing Paris into verse and prose.

Ask me why beauty sometimes wears a tainted mask, how the art of translation reveals hidden harmonies, or what visions arise amid artificial paradises.

In the fleeting instant of the city, I taught poetry to become modernity’s witness, forever oscillating between spleen and ideal.