The art is in your hands With the glow of dawn and with the intensity of nightfall your hands enliven my soul. They are the only ones that can dry my tears as if it were a gentle breeze, and to heal the wounds that still bleed in my body. With their firmness and tenderness they are able to transform the most bitter feeling into the sweetest and most magical moment. If your hands shake my hands, the security and confidence I would feel would give me the strength and confidence necessary to continue walking. If you compare each of your fingers with a feeling, the sum of all of them would be summed up in one word, hope.   Loneliness and fear would vanish and give way to happiness that would last forever where my mind imagined. And even if there was the slightest possibility that your hands would say goodbye to me, for some reason that I do not contemplate, your imprint would always remain in the depths of my soul.