Knotted fingers on a weapon
To attack, clench our fists
But our palms are for loving
There is no caress when closing our hands
Long, joined in a prayer
Widely open to acclaim
In a fist the things to be subtracted
Nothing can be held out with folded fingers
When we open our hands
All it takes is nothing, ten times nothing
All it takes is one or two seconds
Barely a gesture, another world
When we open our hands
Simple and easy mechanics
Veins and ten metacarpals
Knuckles with docile tendons
And you release or you hold back
And nails made to scratch
Grow at the end of the wrong side
The one who threatens or designates
On the other we deliver our lives in lines
When we open our hands
All it takes is nothing, ten times nothing
All it takes is one or two seconds
Barely a gesture, another world
When we open our hands
A simple human gesture
When our fists unclench like this
When our knuckles spread
Without mistrust, a weapon of Exchange
From battlefields to gardens
The courage of the Indian sign
A gift from yesterday to tomorrow
Just a moment of innocence
br/>A gesture of recognition
When we open like a box
When we open our hands

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