Quelque words about Mr Baudelaire in my head

I love Mr Baudelaire. His poems speak to me more than most of people. Sometimes I talk with him and he tells me that I should read one of his poems. Usually he's laughing at me. I'm laughing at him too. He felt in love with woman and he was writing about her so much, but she died. He was writing so sad poems, but now it doesn't matter. They're dead.
Now he told me I have to make an Art. Because thinking as him and not being funny and liar is an Art. So I have to write an essay. Okay, I'm starting now. It's quite late but I hope it's better.
Shopping tmr.