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.
Tradução: Dermeval Aires