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Oh ...

Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness
Farewell, bright light our summers are too short! I can already hear
fall with funereal
Wood resounding on the pavement of course.

All winter will return to my being: anger, hatred
, chills, horror, hard and forced
And as the sun in his hell polar
My heart will be more than a block frozen red .

I listen with a shudder each falling log
The gallows being built has no duller sound.
My mind is like a tower, which unsuccessful
Under the blows of the ram tireless and heavy.

It seems to me, lulled by this monotonous, they are nailing
in a coffin somewhere.
To whom? - Yesterday was the summer here in the fall!
This mysterious noise sounds like a departure.

- Charles Baudelaire

Soon We Shall plunge Into the cold darkness;

Farewell, vivid brightness of Our short-lived summers!
Already I Hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling With A clatter On The courtyard paving.


All Winter Will Possess my being: Wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced Labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My heart will be no more than a frozen red block.


All atremble I listen to each falling log;
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.


It seems to me, lulled by these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer; here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a departure.

— Charles Baudelaire

A week ago I went to Haapsalu with my class. It's a very nice small town in Estonia, with many lovely thrift stores. In the first picture I'm with my school's hat, becuse it is taken on the birthday of our school. So I don't wear it every day.
PS! It started snowing here today, so Yay for me:)

last week's pictures from Haapsalu.

Bisous, Frida