I like my body when it is with yours

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

e. e. cummings

3 comentários:

annabellee disse...

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I'll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
(In My Secret Life-Leonard Cohen)

Amorodo disse...


Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin’ by

Amorodo disse...

Se canta...

Dejós ma fenèstra
I a un auselon
Tota la nuèch canta
Canta sa cançon.


Se canta que cante
Canta pas per ieu
Canta per ma mia
Qu'es al luènh de ieu.

Aquelas montanhas
Que tan nautas son
M'empachan de veire
Mas amors ont son.

Aquelas montanhas
Tard s'abaissaràn
E mas amoretas
Se raprocharàn.

Baissatz-vos montanhas
Planas, levatz-vos
Per que pòsca veire
Mas amors ont son.

Al fons de la prada
I a un píbol traucat
Lo cocut i canta
Benlèu i a nisat.