It sits on the skull of Mankind
Perched love
And the fool, on this throne, is free
C-un ras nerusinat
Round socks, put on jokes,
And raise them to heaven
To fill another world
Hidden in the ether.
And the globe in a faint glow
From wide open flight
He spits out his thin soul
Like the golden dream.
How the bubbles jump, from the skull
I hear humble sigh:
– “This bloody and strange game
When will it end?
Because anything can be raw in your mouth
S-arunce-n cer yours
It's my brain, flesh, blood – all,
O murderous monster!”
Cupid and the Skull: Charles Baudelaire
Love and skull
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