I am not less blind than you.
Like you, I know how to step
although my eyes are not completely dead
although the flow of light is plentiful
I do not like to see what is visible.
I am blind like you.
And have no regrets for things I left under the light.
Like you, I have only been deprived of blackness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem