hands [Theme] Page 49

- Show me your hands.
If you want to read my future?
- Your past.

The woman's hand is a mirror of her soul. And the extra stress they don't need.

ienai nara kono te wo tsuyoku nigitte hanasanai de
Words are empty, I don't need them.
Just give me your hand and hold tight.

- Maybe - talking first woman - soul of a man dwells in his hands? After all, what we do in peace we do by hand. Sometimes I think that our hands are not doing half of what it should, and the head does not work.

The words are too complex, so they almost all disappeared somewhere, and the voices remained. And some individual words. But only those that were said in a calm voice, so that I could listen to them. "Come here." "Fear not". "Get in". "Quiet. Don't be afraid". These words I heard and could understand. And hands. A hard hand is scary. Hasty hands is dangerous. Uncertain, imprecise hands - dangerous. Run away from such a hand. Calm, steady hand is good. Calm, confident people who know what they are doing and who can quickly get rid of your chaos, from the chaos of the external, without making you hurt, not grabbing it. Be obedient calm hands, they are helping you. Everything else, all the difficulties will let then I think after. Now I need a simple world.

If you again warm my hands, I'll be happy.

Listen carefully: I can now other hand, CAN NOT, can not YOUR,: not Yours!

I'm a bit confused. Yesterday I felt such feelings. His movements, his beautiful hands, his shoulders, his eyes covered by bangs - all this excites me.

Hands given to me - to reach each both
Not to keep any one, lips - to give names,
Eyes not to see the high eyebrows above them
Tenderly marvel at love and - tender - unloving.

I want you to know and, probably, still remembered
I'm waiting for you.
After a year or two, or maybe Tuesday,
I and eternity, perhaps, be able.
Sleepy, drunk, wild, talking nonsense,
Carefree or broken -
I any you take.
Cry my tears will dry,
I have the bullets and I fire
The Almighty will beg-beg
” Only the heart but don't touch him! ”
Your hands to stupor gentle
Going to stroke and hug.
My feelings for you are boundless
Understand them does not relieve.
That they time? It is deceptive
Like heals, and the pain alive.
Only whispers quietly, softly:
” Better if you didn't expect... ”

At hand there is no reason, but there is a love memory.

Do not judge the strength of hands but judge by the heart's power.

The heart must be clean, eyes should be clear, the arms should be rapid, position should be low, the stand must be unwavering...

Only broke my left hand, I realized why it is needed. With one hand you can eat, bathe, dress, but it is absolutely impossible to tie the laces.