I trod the earth and wet feet in the river a shoe manufacturing clay
as well kneaded dosed
as well as water and land
the sculptor I called
and gave me the spatula
I did not use because I have two hands to shape
my nods and two feet below
my destiny.
Wania Amarante
Photo: From the moments. Geneva. Switzerland.
Photo: From the moments. Geneva. Switzerland.
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For my nephew that the world begins.
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