Friday 29 February 2008

and through the lattice, never and forever



you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand (which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
e. e. cummings

4 comments:

  1. too busy with my flowers ... as fate approaches...

    en 10 dias regreso a la peninsula, expectante

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  2. I've just thought about you - minutes - seconds - maybe now -

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  3. definitely now. have you finished writing.

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  4. tus fotografías
    brillan como ese encuentro
    súbito
    gemelo
    latente y
    remoto...

    (one day i should write about some of them, as you told me)

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