Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers.
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens -touching skillfully, mysteriously- her first rose-.
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
EX-QUI-SI-TO.
Ojalá tengan la ventaja de saber inglés para entender such words.
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such a delight...
I've just read your nick, I'll be there -first row- on August, mark my words!
by the way, you can call on the music box whenever you want some quiet music... and nonsense verses.
love ya!
if you have not voice, scream!
If you have not legs, Run!
if you Have not hope, invet!
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