1 мин
Слушать(AI)The Immediate Life
What’s become of you why this white hair and
Why this forehead these eyes rent apart
The great misunderstanding of the marriage of
Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
Open Door
Life is truly Come to me, if I go to you it’s a game, The angels of bouquets grant the flowers a change of hue
To Live
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my face has changed With every threshold I have crossed and every hand clasped Familial springtime was reborn Keeping for itself and for me its perishable sn...
Talking Of Power And Love
Between all my torments between death and Between my despair and the reason for There is injustice and this evil of That I cannot accept there is my
The Season Of Loves
By the road of In the three-part shadow of troubled sleepI come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas Your head is as tiny as The nearby sea reigns with
