7 de março de 2014

Pen.


XXV


my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and execute
strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different,in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shreiks of scarlet bellowings.






- e. e. cummings

1 comentário:

  1. Amo e.e. cummings... Sempre mexeu comigo.

    R.

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