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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Postman Cheval</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederes <br>And that each night form a blossoming branch between your shoulders and the arms of your well beloved wheelbarrow <br>Which we tear out swifter than sparks at your wrist <br>We are the sighs of the glass statue that raises itself on its elbow when man sleeps<br>And shining holes appear in his bed<br>Holes through which stags with coral antlers can be seen in a glade <br>And naked women at the bottom of a mine <br>You remembered then you got up you got out of the train <br>Without glancing at the locomotive attacked by immense barometric roots<br>Complaining about its murdered boilers in the virgin forest <br>Its funnels smoking jacinths and moulting blue snakes <br>Then we went on, plants subject to metamorphosis <br>Each night making signs that man may understand <br>While his house collapses and he stands amazed before the singular packing-cases<br>Sought after by his bed with the corridor and the staircase <br>The staircase goes on without end<br>It leads to a millstone door it enlarges suddenly in a public square <br>It is made of the backs of swans with a spreading wing for banisters <br>It turns inside out as though it were going to bite itself <br>But no, it is content at the sound of our feet to open all its steps like drawers <br>Drawers of bread drawers of wine drawers of soap drawers of ice drawers of stairs<br>Drawers of flesh with handsfull of hair <br>Without turning round you seized the trowel with which breasts are made<br>We smiled at you you held us round the waist<br>And we took the positions of your pleasure<br>Motionless under our lids for ever as woman delights to see man<br>After having made love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andre+Breton">Andre Breton</a><div class=q>
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