Blindness Is A Private Matter

I Was Born In A Family Of Landless Peasants, In Azinhaga, A Small Village In The Province Of Ribatejo, On The Right Bank Of The Almonda River, Around A Hundred Kilometres North-east Of Lisbon.

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

What Kind Of World Is This That Can Send Machines To Mars And Does Nothing To Stop The Killing Of A Human Being?

Reading Is Probably Another Way Of Being In A Place.

Blind People Do Not Need A Name, I Am My Voice, Nothing Else Matters.