Take away your wooden hands, take off the wooden plate from our head, take off your wooden hands, take them away, master, take them away. Keep going, master, keep guiding, keep watching, keep listening, but take off your wooden hands, take them away.
We went in and we went out and when we went out we went out of it, out of it when we went out. Out we went when we went out of it when we were in so we went out of it. When we went out of it we met as we met when we were inside so we went out of it. We went out of it because we met inside so we went out, out of it and so we met.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Come down on me
And cover me with your strength and your power
If you give me an eye I’ll give you mine
If you take from me one tooth
I’ll take one from you
For now and forever
At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to her Son to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword has passed.
Mercat de les Flors, Barcelona
Text und Fotos: Susanne Zellinger