Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere) arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here) and changing everything carefully
From "Spring is like a perhaps hand"
by E. E. Cummings
Favorite Quote
Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –
Existe a necessidade, a um dado momento, de tornar audível o silêncio onde se perde todo e qualquer desejo de escrever, pela alegria que se transporta e balbucia sonoramente.
ola "tia" ,entao essas ferias ? foram boas ? espero que sim ! queria-lhe agradecer a prendinha que me mandou ,adorei , é linda ! eu adoro pulseiras ! bigada mais 1 vez adorei . beijokinhas muito fofinhas .
Sempre a nostalgia salutar depois da euforia ainda mais conseguida.
Ao coração da terra desce o luar, pressinto os barcos romperem a habitual e sempre contemporânea cinza da manhã. Fumo, bebo, aborreço-me,a cadeira de lona branca adorna-me...