The Sweet Rose Of The Public Translated From Paul Eluard Poem by Paul Amrod

The storm of a dress falling down
Then suddenly appears a simple body without clouds
So come and exhibit all your charms so sumptuous
You who have had your share of thrills and happiness
And how often cry the jealous sinister lot
remorsing over the one who made you so rapturous
You who did not want a rhyme or reason
You who did not know how to fortify a man
without enticing and loving another with treason

In the tidal wave of spaces where a body undresses
resembles the tease of twilight-like bosoms
The eye makes the chain of the neglected dunes
where fountains hold in their claws the loving twosome.
The remains of a bare forehead's pale cheeks under the eyelashes of an endlessly distant horizon shows the lust she possesses.
A tear fuses your fiancées in the memories of your past
Who knew that the light was then so fertile but would not last.
A child did swallow slowly mistaking the land for the sky.

The dark room gleams where all the pebbles of frigidness do thrive
Proclaiming that you are filled with much angst and trepidation
You're looking forward intensely for the solace of my shoulder
You are too beautiful to preach abstinence and chastity

In this darkroom lies the fruit and wheat itself
being born with greed for lust even bolder.
Stay calm and tranquil as we enter into our fantasy
secretly alone hidden from sight with our fascination.