The Black Venus

Do you remember these spring days?

You were courting me so beautifully

From the Montmartre suburbs to St. Louis Island

We lived on passion and madness.

The ebony of my body fascinated you

And my hair color of jais

Inspired you with sweet, tender, unique words:

Black Venus with exotic perfume.

But on our happiness were high shadows

And happy times became darker

Breaks up in reconciliation

We often had to lose reason.

But our love has gone through time

Despite doubts and hardships.

In the fall of my last sigh

I stroke the water from our memories.

Charles Baudelaire

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