I want you to know,
hands have their own language;
destiny is visualized
in a perfect geography
on the lines of our hands
Each line is a sign,
a kind of link,
marking feelings that cross over time
pointing pathways to the heart
They are like gentle notes
coming out of a flute,
weaving colors where music resounds,
opening the gates of imagination
Then, each line crosses
between that perfect geometry,
and I, not knowing you existed;
we find ourselves between
the lines of our hands
Love has arrived;
the moon sees the lines of our hands
and turns them
into a sublime delight!
