#blonde As Charles Baudelaire said ''One night, the soul of the wine in the bottles sang: “Man, I'm going towards you, dear fatality, In that prison of glass and seal where I was, A corner full of light and brotherhood! […] Upon you I will flow, vegetable ambrosia, Precious grain thrown by the eternal Sower, So that from our love poetry may be born That will sprout up to God like a rare flower!”