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Comments about Boris Dimitrov
Grammar For The Blind
O, educated masters,
I am blind.
I cannot read and write your language.
I am blind for your word
the same way you are blind for my world.
I am born blind or I will become blind when I grow old.
I cannot write your language and your alphabetical
but I know the letters first were pictures
and pictures were songs
and sounds were souls.
My alphabetical is the music.
My fingers touch
the souls of the strings of my lire
In my blindness O I can see...
You gave me free and generous the bread of your pity
made with the ...