De Profundis Clamavi ( Out Of The Depths I Cried)I beg pity of thee, the only one I love,from the depths of the dark pit where my heart has fallen,it's a gloomy world with a leaden horizon,where through the night swim horror and blasphemy;
a frigid sun floats overhead six months,and the other six months darkness covers the land;it's a land more bleak than the polar wastes-neither beasts, nor streams, nor verdure, nor woods!
but no horror in the world can surpassthe cold cruelty of the glacial sunand this vast night which is like old chaos;i envy the lot of the lowest animalswho are able to sink into a stupid sleep,so slowly does the skein of time unwind!- Charles Baudelaire
