baudelaire , from `` the artificial heavens '' to such respect it said : `` the death , that do n't consult on our projects and to which can not ask the consent , the death that allows us to dream happiness and fame and does n't tell us neither yes neither no , brusquely goes out from the trap and with a hit of wing sweeps away our plans , our dreams and the ideal architectures where held sheltered , in thought , the glory of our last days ! '' ''