jueves, 21 de marzo de 2013
A Rather Foolish Sentiment
I have no head for tunes,
so in the dark I can carry
no singing voices, no flutes;
no eye for colours either,
so no pigments for my cavemen painting,
not even the gold and the silver
filaments
that lanterns are said to throw upon your hair;
but only the passing touch
of people whom I once touched
in passing when they let me
pass. Perhaps it will not pass,
for in that touch I think I stumbled
on a pulse, and wondered like a fool
who has no proper sense of body
if it were yours, or mine,
and wondered if you wondered too.
A. K. Ramanujan
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wanderlust isn't foolish at all :)
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