sexta-feira, setembro 01, 2006

[...] nada do que existe para ser sentido neste mundo iguala
o poder da tua extrema fragilidade [...]

e.e. cummings





















[annette fournet]

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

(I do not know what it 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

Cummings.

posso dizer que é o poema que mais gosto dele.
Um beijo

K disse...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


e.e. cummings


[entre outros, tantos, este permanece muito]

nuno disse...

[...] amanhã é nosso enderenço permanente [...]