The slightest ambuiguities ,the most inexplicable transpositions of ideas take place; in sounds there is colour; in colour there is music..
You are sitting and smoking, you are EXHALING yourself in BLUISH clouds. this fantasy goes on for an eternity.
A lucid interval , and a great expenditure of effort ,permit you to look at the clock.
The eternity turns out to have been only a minute.
C.Baudelaire
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