MÃOS / HANDS

MÃOS

(© Patrícia Evans)

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Eu tinha um belo par de mãos

com o qual tocava o mundo.

Nada era abstrato,

sabia o mundo através do tato.

Tudo certo, tudo perto,

divino, correto.

Tudo simples, tudo limpo,

tudo farto e lindo.

Um dia quis ter meu próprio mundo.

Justo.

(...)

Minhas mãos , as quebrei em segundos

construindo castelos no ar.

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HANDS

(© Patrícia Evans)

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I had a beautiful pair of hands

with which I used to touch the world.

nothing was abstract,

I knew the world through touch.

Everything was so easy then, so near.

Everything was divine, perfect,

simple, everything was clean,

abundant, beautiful.

One day I wanted to have my own world.

Touched other's; mine would be fair.

(...)

My hands, I broke them in a second

while building castles in the air.

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