Saturday, February 18, 2017




A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

- Walt Whitman, A Glimpse








5 comments:

chrisbard said...

Cet homme est là qui me regarde... pom pom pom tralala !

Esta Noche said...

Je craque complètement sur le garçon de la photo 3 (en partant du haut)...

JiEL said...

Je craquerais sur le premier pour l'ensemble de son oeuvre et des oreilles à me faire damner, ENCORE...

joseph said...

Qu'un teeshirt moulant a du charme quand il cache un cœur que dévoile un visage attendrissant!

Esta Noche said...

A qui le dites-vous, Joseph !