Meeting Benches World art in all forms
WITH HER CLOTHES
With her clothes swaying and iridescent, even when walking one would say that dance, like those long snakes that jugglers sacred shake rhythmically on top of their sticks. As off the sand and the blue of the desert, both insensitive to the human pain, such as long plots wave marina, she moves with all indifference. Her sharp eyes are made of charming minerals, and in her strange and symbolic nature, in which the angel inviolate mixes ancient sphinx, where everything is gold, steel, light and diamonds, shines forever, like a star useless, the cold majesty of the sterile woman.
(Charles Baudelaire)
http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Poems-Charles-Baudelaire/dp/1857549392
