Love, by Paul Eluard She is standing on my eyelids And her hair...

Love, by Paul Eluard

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is in mine,

It has the shape of my hands,

It has the color of my eyes,

It sinks into my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.

She always open eyes

And do not let me sleep.

Her dreams in broad daylight

Are the suns evaporate

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

Talking with nothing to say.