"Tell me, who do you love the most, you, enigmatic man? Your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?”
"I have no father, no mother, no sister or brother."
"Your friends?"
"You use a word whose meaning has remained unknown to me until this moment."
"Your homeland?"
"I do not know at what latitude it is located."
"The beauty?"
"I would gladly love her, goddess and immortal."
"The gold?"
"I hate him, as you hate God."
"Eh! What do you love then, extraordinary foreigner?”
"I love the clouds... the clouds that pass... down there... down there... the wonderful clouds!"
Charles Baudelaire
L’etranger
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