L’irreparable

There was a man...he was a great story-teller: his youth, his life, his goats, all material for funny anecdotes. What he loved the most though was his house; a little cozy cottage up in the mountains, where he wanted to go back to once “the doctors say I’m good to go“...well, that did not quite happen...and that little story (which you can read in full in this article) came up to mind when I (re)read some Baudelaire and this one poem in particular.

As someone said: a man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow.