Here you will find the Poem The Word of poet Paul Eluard
I have an easy beauty one that is happy. I glide on the surface of winds. I glide on the surface of seas I have grown sentimental I no longer know the guide I no longer move silk over ice I am diseased flowers and stones I love the most chinese of nudes I love the most naked lapses of wings I am old but here I am beautiful And the shadow that flows from the deep windows Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
