Charles BAUDELAIRE: To the one who is too cheerful
Your head, your gesture, your air
Are beautiful like a beautiful landscape;
Laughter plays in your face
Like a fresh wind in a clear sky.
The sorrowful passerby you brush past
Is dazzled by the health
That springs like clarity
From your arms and shoulders.
The resounding colors
With which you adorn your toilets
Throw into the minds of poets
The image of a ballet of flowers.
These crazy dresses are the emblem
Of your variegated spirit;
Folly of which I am distraught,
I hate you as much as I love you!