for the moment we still live on the memory of what we felt

what good would it do her to have beautiful bright eyes such as these if there is no one to see them.

Con l’andar del tempo, più le attività di convivenza e gli scambi genetici, abbiamo finito col ficcare la coscienza nel colore del sangue e nel sale delle lacrime, e, come se non bastasse, degli occhi abbiamo fatto una sorta di specchi rivolti all’interno, con il risultato che, spesso, ci mostrano senza riserva ciò che stavamo cercando di negare con la bocca.

Se sobresaltó al oír decir, Buenos días, se había perdido la costumbre de dar los buenos días, no sólo porque días de ciegos, propiamente hablando, nunca pueden ser buenos, sino también porque nadie está completamente seguro de que los días no fuesen tardes o noches

...The mind suffers delusions when it succumbs to the monsters it has itself created.

[...]certainly not one of them would have known what to reply if they had been asked, Why are you holding hands as you go, it simply came about, there are gestures for which we cannot always find an easy explanation, sometimes not even a difficult one can be found.

Não é só a voz do sangue que não precisa de olhos, o amor, que dizem ser cego, também tem a sua palavra a dizer

There must be a government, said the first blind man I'm not so sure, but there is, it will be a government of the blind trying to rule the blind, that is to say, nothingness trying to organize nothingness.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.