4 thoughts on “Low tide”

  1. – Who do you love best, enigmatic man, say? your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?
    – I have no father, mother, sister or brother.
    – Your friends?
    -You are using a word whose meaning has remained unknown to me until this day.
    – Your homeland?
    – I don’t know under which latitude it is located.
    – Beauty?
    – I would love it, goddess and immortal.
    – Gold?
    – I hate it as you hate God.
    – What do you love, extraordinary stranger?
    – I love the clouds… the passing clouds… there… there… wonderful clouds!

    Baudelaire: Little prose poems, I (1869)

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