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were small my hands when I pointed to the screen fascinated by the wonderful world of cartoons
I still do today, to indicate, to shake hands with those beside me, to feel joy or worry about the fate of a character, to and leave the cinema feeling a superhero after watching The Incredibles or soften in the face of a tiger boo Bubu

but my hands are great now, I have the most calloused hands, devoured by boredom or nervous
index finger that is disillusioned , bleeding, sometimes

I miss you, in the shadows of unknown and undefined boundaries
the silent passage through the day does not move the ear of any mortal creature is
content to play with his own eco
between the walls of a world that I can not give