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Exotic perfume by Charles Baudelaire
When, with both eyes closed, on a warm autumn evening,
I breathe the scent of your warm breast,
I see happy shores unfolding
Let the fires of a monotonous sun dazzle;
A lazy island where nature gives
Unique trees and tasty fruits;
Men whose bodies are thin and strong,
And women whose eye by its frankness astonishes.
Guided by your scent to charming climates,
I see a harbor full of sails and masts
Still all tired by the sea wave,
While the scent of tamarind greens,
Which circulates in the air and swells my nostril,
Mingles in my soul with the song of the sailors.
When, with both eyes closed, on a warm autumn evening,
I breathe the scent of your warm breast,
I see happy shores unfolding
Let the fires of a monotonous sun dazzle;
A lazy island where nature gives
Unique trees and tasty fruits;
Men whose bodies are thin and strong,
And women whose eye by its frankness astonishes.
Guided by your scent to charming climates,
I see a harbor full of sails and masts
Still all tired by the sea wave,
While the scent of tamarind greens,
Which circulates in the air and swells my nostril,
Mingles in my soul with the song of the sailors.
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