the hand slips(in the love things <br />the same hand that it dries the tears) and <br />to do to explode the silence <br />the hand(that invents new rhythms <br />the hand <br />that guides a child until the its house) tightens <br />an other hand.<br /><br />João Tomaz Parreira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-to-the-way-of-e-e-cummings/
