Sovrapporre - Esterina

Erano le tue

Le mani calme che solcavano

Radici fonde di dolore

Erano le tue

Le mani stanche che colmavano

Distanze sante, vere, nostre

Erano le tue

Le mani bianche nella notte buia

Da dove sei venuta

Erano le tue

Le mani grandi di portare via

La mia insidiosa malinconia

Erano le tue

Le mani senza dover distinguere

I tonfi sordi, i silenzi cari, le corse dei cinghiali

Erano le tue

Le mani buone da non perdersi

I corpi torridi, le battaglie infami, che bel regalo con le tue mani

They were yours

The calm hands that furrowed

Deep roots of pain

They were yours

Tired hands that filled

Holy, true, our distances

They were yours

White hands in the dark night

Where did you come from

They were yours

The large hands of take away

My insidious melancholy

They were yours

The hands without having to distinguish

The muffled thuds, the dear silences, the wild boar races

They were yours

The good hands not to be missed

The torrid bodies, the infamous battles, what a beautiful gift with your own hands