Paul Eluard

Adieu
Bonjour
Farewell
Hello

Fertile
No one can know me
More than you know me Your eyes in which we
The two of

I cannot be
Better than you know me Your eyes in which we
We
Have made for my man's gleamA better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I

I said it to you for the cloudsI said it to you for the tree of the
For each wave for the birds in the
For the pebbles of
For familiar

A few grains of dust more or less On ancient shoulders Locks of weakness on weary foreheads This theatre of honey and faded roses Where incalcuable flies Reply to the black signs that misery makes to them Despairing girders of a bridge Thrown acro...

Even when we sleep we watch over each
And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe
Without laughter or tears lasts
One day after another one night after us

I only wish to love youA storm fills the valleyA fish the river I have made you the size of my
The whole world to hide
Days and nights to understand To see no more in your
Than what I think of

Easy and beautiful underyour
As the meeting of
Dance and the rest I spoke the fever The best reason for
That you might be pale and luminousA thousand fruitful posesA thousand ravaged

The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection
This impenetrable speech
The motor car is truly launched:

Woman I’ve lived
Woman I live
Woman I’ll live
Always the

I am in front of this feminine
Like a child in front of the
Smiling vaguely with tears in my
In front of this land where all moves in

There were only a few of them In all the
Each one thought he was
They sang, they were
To