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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

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 skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (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

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quase-heroi

#lisa simpson #esta soy yo

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Happiness

Because yesterday morning from the steamy window we saw a pair of red foxes across the creek eating the last windfall apples in the rain— they looked up at us with their green eyes long enough to symbolize the wakefulness of living things and then went back to eating— and because this morning when she went into the gazebo with her black pen and yellow pad to coax an inquisitive soul from what she thinks of as the reluctance of matter, I drove into town to drink tea in the cafe and write notes in a journal—mist rose from the bay like the luminous and indefinite aspect of intention, and a small flock of tundra swans for the second winter in a row was feeding on new grass in the soaked fields; they symbolize mystery, I suppose, they are also called whistling swans, are very white, and their eyes are black— and because the tea steamed in front of me, and the notebook, turned to a new page, was blank except for a faint blue idea of order, I wrote: happiness! it is December, very cold, we woke early this morning, and lay in bed kissing, our eyes squinched up like bats.

Robert Hass

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our eyes squinched up like bats

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cinema-shots

“ I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.”

Before Sunset (2004)

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