One should always be drunk. Everything is there: it is the only question. In order to avoid the terrible burden of Time, leaning on your shoulders and bowing you to the ground, you must get drunk without respite.
But with what? Wine, poetry, virtue, take your pick; but get drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake up, drunkenness abated, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, all that flees, all that groans, all that rolls, all that sings, all that speaks, ask, what time is it and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer: ” It’s time to get drunk! In order not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, never cease to get drunk! With wine, poetry or virtues, as you wish. ”
Beware, the abuse of alcohol is dangerous for your health, consume with moderation, but concerning Charles Baudelaire’s’ poems … Get drunk