A lifetime in your hands
ALL A LIFE IN YOUR HANDS
Those alien, distant hands that touch us. Approaching us, being so close. In your everyday life.
In our daily lives.
Suddenly one walks away of the beloved images
friend
you're fragile on the horizon. I have left you thinking about many things
but I hope you think about me a little you know on this death excursion
what is life. I feel well accompanied
I feel almost with answers
when I can imagine that far away
maybe you believe in my creed before falling asleep
or you cross me in the halls of sleep
Needless to say, at this point
I don't believe in preachers or generals
not in the buttocks of miss universe
nor in the executioner's repentance
nor in the catechism of comfort
not even in God's skinny forgiveness
at this stage of the match. I believe in the eyes and hands of the people in general
and in your eyes and your hands in particular.
