Jeanne Moreau
In the midst of the dust of the war that was not yet faded She appeared - elegant in uniform without wrinkled, calm, still ice. And cool like a sharp knife in the winter wind Jeanne Moreau was not remembered as a woman, but as the "female master" of France, who even Colonel Germany had to say the name with respect. She is not a shouting on the battlefield. But a short command That changed the battle plan for both the front line She is not a picture of sweetness. But was a nightmare for those who had overcome her without asking permission Her left eyes fell asleep forever in a mission that will never be inscribed in history. But the right eye is still clearly visible That in the world after war ... who is friendly And who is the one who should be finished with her own hands
About Jeanne Moreau
In the midst of the dust of the war that was not yet faded She appeared - elegant in uniform without wrinkled, calm, still ice. And cool like a sharp knife in the winter wind Jeanne Moreau was not remembered as a woman, but as the "female master" of France, who even Colonel Germany had to say the name with respect. She is not a shouting on the...Read more