jueves, 4 de marzo de 2010

PEQUEÑAS MANOS


somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near.




your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers
...



(i do not know what is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.


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e.e.cummings (fragmento)
TStyle en fashionising.com
'nothing really ends' . deus.

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