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Segunda-feira, 31/10/2005 The back of my hands Julio Daio Borges
and see the back of my hands lying in my lap poised over a keyboard or water-drenched in the sink I know I am aging and it frightens me. I am not ready to age. I do not want to die and my hands remind me of mortality. My hands remind me. I can avoid mirrors, hide from my face but my hands are a daily address. Maybe I could start a new fad - gloves for older women who wish to deny their history or run from their wisdom. Hold up your hands if you are willing to share your grace or your pain. If I spot you in the glove department at Eaton's I'll know you are as vulnerable as I am. Some days we'll all wear gloves to protest, other days we'll all go bare-handed to show our courage. Mary Woodbury, no Suplemento Literário de Minas Gerais, hoje o melhor junto com o Rascunho. Julio Daio Borges |
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