A blind man sees beauty
With the tips of his fingers
A deaf man hears the sizzle of the grill
With the tip of his tongue
A man without love feels
Something missing in the pit of his heart
A dead man knows everything
Now that he feels nothing
"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls" Picasso
A blind man sees beauty
With the tips of his fingers
A deaf man hears the sizzle of the grill
With the tip of his tongue
A man without love feels
Something missing in the pit of his heart
A dead man knows everything
Now that he feels nothing