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Charles Baudelaire writes about things that are usually preferred to remain silent: boredom, irritation, corporeality, fleeting passions, fear of emptiness.

His language is astonishingly specific: details cling to memory, the rhythm works quietly and stubbornly. Baudelaire's poetry attracts with its candor and inner strength. 

These texts leave a lingering aftertaste of deep reflection — on desire, loneliness, fear, and that strange attraction that human darkness sometimes acquires.