Children of Paradise, Jacques Prévert

I’m dying of silence, like others die of hunger and thirst.

Robert Doisneau Jacques Prévert au pont de Crimée, Paris c.1955

 

Three matchsticks lit one by one in the night

The first to see the whole of your face

The second to see your eyes

The third to see your mouth

And complete darkness to remember this all

With you locked in my arms—

Jacques Prévert, “Paris at Night”

Jacques Prévert

J’ai reconnu mon bonheur au bruit qu’il a fait en partant.