Paul Eluard LADY LOVE
























































She is standing on my lids And her hair is in mine She is the form of my hands

























































And the color of my eyes, She is swallowed in my shadow Like a stone against the sky
Her eyes are always open
And she does not let me sleep In the light of day her dreams Make suns evaporate, Make me laugh, cry and laugh, And speak when I have nothing to say.