ABRUPTO

28.8.07


EARLY MORNING BLOGS
1096 - but the other

but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate ---rain
fell ---as it will


in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness


as if god's flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold ----i looked
up


and
thought to myself --- death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch


the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly --- the always


old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken


softly ---- at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding

(e.e. cummings)

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Bom dia!

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