HANDS
Hands are symbols...
They are cheerful faces, sweated.
Dainty and lukewarm eyes,
trembling heart.
Hands are marks...
They are plants in dry soil,
animal fleeing afraid.
Arm of loved hugs.
Hands are marks and symbols...
They are rain drops in the face.
Barefoot feet in the sand,
crystals of tears.
Finally, hands...
Are like happy mouths,
showing the teeth.
Translated by Rolando Körber
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