On a weapon the fingers knotted
To attack, clench the fists
But our palms are for loving
There's no caress in closing the hands

Long, joined in a prayer
Wide open to cheer
In a fist the things to subtract
We can't give anything with folded fingers

When we open our hands
It takes nothing, ten times nothing
Just one or two seconds
Barely a gesture, another world
When we open our hands

Simple and easy mechanics
Of veins and ten metacarpals
From phalanges to docile tendons
And you release or you hold back

And nails made to scratch
Grow on the wrong side
The one that threatens or points
On the other we deliver our lives in lines

When we open our hands
It takes nothing, ten times nothing
Just one or two seconds
Barely a gesture, another world
When we open our hands, oh oh

A simple human gesture
When our fists loosen like this
When our phalanges spread apart
Without suspicion, a weapon of exchange
From battlefields to garden, oh oh

The courage of the Indian sign
A gift from yesterday to tomorrow
Just a moment of innocence
A gesture of recognition
When we open like a jewel box, oh oh oh

When we open our hands

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