Divine
Step by step we walk
looking but not seeing;
stopping and thinking 'what the fuck is that?',
realising that we´ve always been watched
It´s mine, yours and all
the desire to know some answers
All the steps are printed there,
as an enrollment of joy,
delight from who one cares about art
She watch us
impassive and rigid.
We need to bow before her,
bend our neck just to see her.
But wonderful is
when we accept it as Divine
´cause we turn back there
all days we can
counting the steps on the ground.
Juliano Hollivier - São Paulo
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