feel the warmth of your hands,
feel the wise craftsmanship of your hands
that seem to play the same way
children play with the moist sand
on the beaches. But you do more,
you have given me shape, for I am now a tumbler
It does not matter! I am still trembling
although my core now awaits
for the water that will fill me.
Your hands pamper the incipient figure
but there will be fire to burn me;
and when I come out of the purifying temperature,
I will have a new everlasting form
even though I will still be fragile.
of your hands!
I will return to the primitive values
you used to shape me
and which are your possession.
my shape will occupy a place