Paul Elyar (untitled)
Returning to a city of Velvet and Porcelain,
the windows will be vases where the flowers,
which have left the earth, will show the light as it is.
see the silence ,
give it a kiss on the lips
and the roofs of the city will be beautiful melancholic birds,
with emaciated wings
to love only the softness and stillness
with a plaster eye,
the mother of pearl forehead
the absent eye , the living forehead,
with hands which without closing
keep everything balanced,
the most fair of this world,
invariable, always exact
the heart of man will no longer blush,
it will no longer be lost
I return to myself
from all eternity
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