terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2012


Falling in love only lasts as long as a piece of string.

Strings get broken.
And yet, sometimes they can be mended - for "where there's a will there's a way"...

yes, here
( here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

[from e.e.cummings' "i carry your heart with me"]

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