Pg2-8)One Thousand and One Nights ~ Paul Éluard

I speak to you over cities, I speak to you over plains, my mouth is against your ear… O cities, memories of cities, cities draped with our desires, cities early and late, cities strong, cities intimate, stripped of all their makers, their thinkers, their phantoms. Landscapes ruled by emerald, live living, ever-living, the wheat of the sky on our earth nourishes my voice, I dream and cry, I laugh and dream between the flames, between the clusters of sunlight, and over my body your body extends the layer of its clear mirror.
Paul Éluard