The Seventh Cloud

First my adsense account was disabled ... I never understood why? There were some suspicious web addresses and that was it! It was a nice idea to get that kind of support for working...yes, working on my blog but...oh well, I love posting things that are on my mind, I really can live without adsense. Thank God.

Google you will regret it when I become rich and famous ! (lol)

After that bummer, I traveled, met people and did some soul searching. I got a job, which involved computers, internet and talking to strangers, it was ok. Now I am on my own doing independent stuff. I really am not the kind of girl who you can keep lock inside an office ... I have wings! I can't deny it.

I Missed you !

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

At One O'Clock In The Morning - by Charles Baudelaire and Me

Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours

we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and I myself shall be the

only cause of my sufferings.

At last, then, I am allowed to refresh myself in a bath of darkness! First of all, a double turn of the lock. It

seems to me that this twist of the key will increase my solitude and fortify the barricades which at this instant

separate me from the world.

Horrible life! Horrible town! Let us recapitulate the day: seen several men of letters, one of whom asked me

whether one could go to Russia by a land route (no doubt he took Russia to be an island); disputed generously with

the editor of a review, who, to each of my objections, replied: 'We represent the cause of decent people,' which

implies that all the other newspapers are edited by scoundrels; greeted some twenty persons, with fifteen of whom I

am not acquainted; distributed handshakes in the same proportion, and this without having taken the precaution of

buying gloves; to kill time, during a shower, went to see an acrobat, who asked me to design for her the costume of a

Venustra; paid court to the director of a theatre, who, while dismissing me, said to me: 'Perhaps you would do well to

apply to Z------; he is the clumsiest, the stupidest and the most celebrated of my authors; together with him, perhaps,

you would get somewhere. Go to see him, and after that we'll see;' boasted (why?) of several vile actions which I

have never committed, and faint-heartedly denied some other misdeeds which I accomplished with joy, an error of

bravado, an offence against human respect; refused a friend an easy service, and gave a written recommendation to a

perfect clown; oh, isn't that enough?

Discontented with everyone and discontented with myself, I would gladly redeem myself and elate myself a

little in the silence and solitude of night. Souls of those I have loved, souls of those I have sung, strengthen me,

support me, rid me of lies and the corrupting vapours of the world; and you, O Lord God, grant me the grace to

produce a few good verses, which shall prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to

those whom I despise.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

At One O'Clock In The Morning - by Charles Baudelaire and Me

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