miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010


Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene

(lady i will touch you with my mind.)
Touch you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care

the poem which i do not write."

E.E. Cummings

1 comentario:

antonieto dijo...

Nothing, not even the rain, has such a small hands