For me the hands are the maximum of our body, they are in charge of molding everything that generates the thought, with them the imagination becomes palpable. A beautiful poem. Greetings.
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For me the hands are the maximum of our body, they are in charge of molding everything that generates the thought, with them the imagination becomes palpable. A beautiful poem. Greetings.
You are so right. Thanks for your time here.