hands of war
Series “Black Colors”
Oil on canvas
(…) With hands everything is made and undone.
The poem is made with hands – and they are made of earth.
War is made with hands – and they are peace.
And dig into Time like splinters
the hands that you see in transformed things.
Leaves that go in the wind: green harps.
In hands is every flower every city.
No one can beat these swords:
in your hands freedom begins.(…)
Manuel Alegre in “O Canto e as Armas”.