Incarnation MVP damned poet, enfant terrible of Romanticism and "henchman" of Decadence, Baudelaire never ceases to be present. Born to a time in his misfortune to narrow manners, he had to suffer the wrath of his contemporaries he faced the moral self-righteous, but thank you God the fragrance of long scandal that surrounded it went well dissipated today and we are free to enjoy it for what it is, namely a subtle mind who knew how to say elegantly refined things. Personally, I like everything in his poetry: the flexibility of its verses, the dreamy melancholy that the nimbus and of course the incomparable sensuality that permeates each rhyme. No one knew better than he did say the loneliness of the poet, the bitterness of being mortal or the softness of the Sapphic love. These are flowers that will never fade because their poisonous beauty is eternal!