« Give me your hands for worry
Give me your hands that I have dreamed of so much
That I have dreamed of so much in my solitude
Give me your hands that I may be saved

When I take them in my own trap
Of palm and fear of haste and emotion
When I take them like snow water
That leaks from everywhere in my hands

Will you ever know what goes through me
That upsets me and invades me
Will you ever know what pierces me
What I betrayed when I shuddered

What the deep language says thus
This mute speech of animal senses
Without mouth and without eyes mirror without image
This shudder of love that has no words

Will you ever know what the fingers think
Of a prey held between them for a moment
Will you ever know what their silence
A flash will have known of the unknown

Give me your hands that my heart forms there
The world is silent there at least for a moment
Give me your hands that my soul sleeps there
May my soul sleep there eternally. » (Louis Aragon)