<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354458" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament Of An Icarus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovers of whores don’t care,<br>happy, calm and replete:<br>But my arms are incomplete,<br>grasping the empty air.<br>Thanks to stars, incomparable ones,<br>that blaze in the depths of the skies,<br>all my destroyed eyes<br>see, are the memories of suns.<br>I look, in vain, for beginning and end<br>of the heavens’ slow revolve:<br>Under an unknown eye of fire, I ascend<br>feeling my wings dissolve.<br>And, scorched by desire for the beautiful,<br>I will not know the bliss,<br>of giving my name to that abyss,<br>that knows my tomb and funeral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354458" data-title="Lament Of An Icarus de Charles Baudelaire" data-description="Lovers of whores don’t care, happy, calm and replete: But my arms are incomplete, grasping the empty air. Thanks to stars, incomparable ones, that blaze in the depths of the skies, all my destroyed eyes see, are the memories of suns. I look, in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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