again;whose golden,crimson dooms conceive
an oceaning abyss of orange dream
larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond
soul immemorially forevering am-
and as collapsing that grey mind by wave
doom disappeared,out of perhaps(who knows?)
eternity floated a blossoming
(while anyone might slowly count to soon)
rose-did you see her?darling,did you(kiss
me)quickly count to never?you were wrong
-then all the way from perfect nowhere came
(as easily as we forget something)
livingest the imaginable moon
e.e. cummings
Rosie Huntington Whiteley
Senti-me tão mal em fugir este fim de semana que resolvi deixar-vos com aquilo que de mais belo foi criado, respectivamente, na 1º e 2º metade do séc. XX.
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