“Mais les vrais voyageurs…”

Khiva


Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-là seuls qui partent
Pour partir; cœurs légers, semblables aux ballons,
De leur fatalité jamais ils ne s’écartent,
Et sans savoir pourquoi, disent toujours : Allons !

Ceux-là, dont les désirs ont la forme des nues,
Et qui rêvent, ainsi qu’un conscrit le canon,
De vastes voluptés, changeantes, inconnues,
Et dont l’esprit humain n’a jamais su le nom !

Charles BaudelaireLes Fleurs du Mal: Le Voyage

Ma i veri viaggiatori sono quelli che partono
per partire e basta: cuori lievi, simili a palloncini
dal loro destino mai si discostano,
e, senza sapere perché, sempre dicono: Andiamo!

I loro desideri hanno la forma delle nuvole,
e, come un coscritto sogna il cannone,
sognano voluttà vaste, mutevoli, ignote,
di cui lo spirito umano non ha mai conosciuto il nome!

But the true travellers are only those who leave
For leaving’s sake; their hearts are light, like balloons,
They never diverge from the path of their fate
And without knowing why, they always say: “Let’s go!”

Their desires are in the shape of clouds
And, as a new recruit dreams of the cannon,
They dream of limitless pleasures, ever-changing, undefined,
Whose name the human mind has never known!

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