« She stands on my eyelids
And her hair is in mine
She has the shape of my hands
She has the color of my eyes
The lover

She sinks into my shadow
Like a stone against the sky
She always has her eyes open
And doesn’t let me sleep
The lover

Her dreams in broad daylight
Make the suns evaporate
Make me laugh, cry, and laugh
Speak without having anything to say
The lover. » (Paul Eluard)