you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered

Autor: E.E. Cummings

you said Is<br />there anything which<br />is dead or alive more beautiful<br />than my body,to have in your fingers<br />(trembling ever so little)?<br />Looking into<br />your eyes Nothing,i said,except the<br />air of spring smelling of never and forever.<br /><br />....and through the lattice which moved as<br />if a hand is touched by a<br />hand(which<br />moved as though<br />fingers touch a girl's<br />breast,<br />lightly)<br />Do you believe in always,the wind<br />said to the rain<br />I am too busy with<br />my flowers to believe,the rain answered - E.E. Cummings



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