if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
& the whole garden will bow)
~E.E.Cummings~
He reminds me of black roses, deep, sweet, fragrant, and ever so gentle…..strong like black velvet, and warm like a summer night…
Thank you for this lovely page.
Ralph fiennes:
ALL I WANT IS YOU
I LOVE YOU
RALPH FIENNES:
Si fueras una lagrima en mis ojos te juro que nunca mas lloraria solo para no perderte.
I LOVE YOU!!!
Does have problems with the text because he looks so death-sad, I hope, I may also later be in this sky, can it be that also angels are so nice?