viernes, 22 de octubre de 2010

hills like white elephants.

(Ernest Hemingway)

Fotografía de Mercedes Fernández Laguna.

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


(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

(e.e. cummings)

O la ingenuidad como forma de ver la vida.

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