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