somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most fragil gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
e.e.cummings
xix poemas
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great choice...
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You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design
A
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