Your eyes
Your eyes are so deep that my fondness for drink
I saw all the suns will come to admire
In throw all desperate to die
Your eyes are so deep that I lose memory
In the shadow of birdsthe ocean is disturbed
Then the weather suddenly gets up and your eyes change
The size was the naked apron angels
The sky is never blue as it is on wheat winds
The eyes of Elsa
Louis Aragon
In throw all desperate to die
Your eyes are so deep that I lose memory
In the shadow of birdsthe ocean is disturbed
Then the weather suddenly gets up and your eyes change
The size was the naked apron angels
The sky is never blue as it is on wheat winds
The eyes of Elsa
Louis Aragon
Noël aux Balkans by René Aubry - photos Stanko Abadzic
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