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I've heard them say
That the distance between two people
Before becoming friends
Is just a simple greeting
But, in this case, I wonder
If I would drop petals
In the distance of zero words
In the distance between the train cars
In the distance between the offices
In the distance between us
Would you turn towards me
As the sunflower?
I gave my hand
I gave my hand to an iron handle
of an old door
but that was cold
I gave my hand to a warm sleeve
of a blouse made of wool
hanging on a wire
but that was empty
I gave my hand to a bracelet
in the vitrine of a shop
but it asked for money to pay for it
I gave my hand to a glove
I gave my hand to a drawer
...
but the answers weren't any different
I talked to you about my struggle
and asked of you simply
to give me your hand...