you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens...her first rose

sempre amei o poema de e.e.cummings que acabei de postar e sobretudo:
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose.
e mais:
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
talvez porque sempre acreditei no poder do olhar, no olhar que fala de nós, apesar de nos não querermos, apesar de nós trancarmos e escondermos atrás de muros feitos de não comunicação, de medo um do outro, de solidão, de defesas contra o que nós nos feriu e impede que nós expandimos o nosso ser...

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands