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.

6 comentarios:

  1. Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing with your readers. :)

  2. La ingenuidad no es un valor mercantil, es, incluso, un valor antimercantil, por eso vale la pena.
    y cummings me encanta.

  3. La ingenuidad no se compra, ni se vende, ni se aprende, ni se enseña.

    Gracias (: