Blind old man, you cried when your life was
good, when you had the sun in your eyes:
but if silence has already arrived, what do you expect,
what do you expect, blind, what do you expect from the pain?
In your corner you look like a child that was born
without feet for the earth, without eyes for the sea,
and like the beasts among the blind night
without day and without twilight- they get tired of waiting.
Because if you know the road that leads
in two or three minutes towards new life,
old blind what are you waiting for, what can you expect?
And if by the grossest bitterness of fate,
old and blind animal, you do not know the way,
since I have two eyes I can teach it to you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)