All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error.
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth. - Paul Eluard
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.
- Paul Eluard
The earth is blue like an orange. - Paul Eluard
The earth is blue like an orange.
The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired. - Paul Eluard
The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired.
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes. - Paul Eluard
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.
I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nigh… - Paul Eluard
I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nigh…
We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child. - Paul Eluard
We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child.
You cannot be known Better than I know you. - Paul Eluard
You cannot be known Better than I know you.
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one o… - Paul Eluard
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one o…
The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. - Paul Eluard
The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.
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