I want you to know, 
hands have their own language; 
destiny is visualized 
in a perfect geography
on the lines of our hands

Each line is a sign,
a kind of link,
marking feelings that cross over time
pointing pathways to the heart

They are like gentle notes
coming out of a flute, 
weaving colors where music resounds,
opening the gates of imagination

Then, each line crosses
between that perfect geometry, 
and I, not knowing you existed;
we find ourselves between
the lines of our hands

Love has arrived;
the moon sees the lines of our hands
and turns them
into a sublime delight!