you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love,am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:entirely having in my careful howcareful arms created this at lengthinexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure–you go from severalpersons: believe me that strangers arrivewhen i have kissed you into a memoryslowly, oh seriously–that since and if you disappearsolemnlymyselvesask “life, the question how do i drink dream smileand how do i prefer this face to another andwhy do i weep eat sleep–what does the whole intend”they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being, that i am alivethis absurd fraction in its lowest termswith everything cancelledbut shadows–what does it all come down to? love? Loveif you like and i like,for the reason that ihate people and lean out of this window is love,loveand the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reasonthat i do not fall into this street is love.”
—E. E. Cummings
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Vladimir Bobri
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Vladimir Bobri
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