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    Life in Braille

     

    The blind do not wish to be heroes

    But to be as they are – plain and simple

    The battles that they fight every day

    The obstacles that only they notice

    Go beyond what one looks, yet does not see

    I call it the blindness of the soul

    That prevents us from seeing our neighbors

    In a world with so many ills

    Which we look at, as we change a channel

    As we connect, as we walk about

    And as we burn out the good that’s left

    Devastating and fabricating luxuries

    That will soon be trashed in the name of fad

    Hey, you: close your eyes for an instant

    Do you notice how much better you can hear?

    How you can feel people and scents from afar?

    How you can picture all the colors of the world?

    The blind can also see.

    By making imagination

    Into a walk of life

    They bear their witness to the proof

    That this is still a beautiful world

    As long as the I, beyond the veiled eye

    In Braille, can redescover

    The true textures of life.

     

    Marina Mara

    Tradução: Dermeval Aires