A Cummings no le gustaban mucho las reglas de puntuación evidentemente pero, bueno, what can I say? It's a genius prerogative.
Since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady I swear by all flowers. Don't cry - the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other; then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death is, I think, no paranthesis.
Más pasa el tiempo y más me doy cuenta que The Beatles, como Borges, lo escribieron TODO. "Two of us" no es la canción mas conocida, ni la más difundida pero es, sin duda, una de las más lindas. Esta llena de imagenes muy conmovedoras, mi preferida es "Two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo, in the sun..." pero hay muchas más. Los lyrics acá. Y la canción acá abajo:
"I Dig a Pygmy by Charles Hortrey and the Deaf Aids, Phase One in which Doris gets her oats"
Evie Walton: [to Ben] You see an attractive woman, living on her own, you wonder: Is she a roaring lesbian? Answer, no! For your information I was married three times. Once to an actor, once to an English lord and once to a Californian. All work things... My mistake, You on the other hand, might well be gay Ben: I'm not gay! Evie Walton: Not gay apparently.
Harry Morgan: Okay, so we can't stop this. But maybe... we can do something... to channel it. Use it for good. Teenage Dexter: How could it ever be good? Harry Morgan: Son, there are people out there who do really bad things. Terrible people. And the police can't catch them all. Do you understand what I'm saying? Teenage Dexter: You're saying... they deserve it.
Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... Andrew Clark: ...and an athlete... Allison Reynolds: ...and a basket case... Claire Standish: ...a princess... John Bender: ...and a criminal... Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
"There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.”
Don't stand beside my grave and weep, For I'm not there, I do not sleep, I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond's glint on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circle flight, I am soft stars that shine at night, Don't stand beside my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.
There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still cant live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.
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