Blindness

How can you say such beauty when you can't see the blue sky?
The one who doesn't sees but comprehends
El que no puede admirar el amanecer.
Him who creates without knowing what he's doing,
The one who won't go down to the pit
And feels established wherever he stands still.
You, who walks along with the cold wind,
Quien habla de frente, sin ningun obstaculo
Quien entiende, y nunca se arrepiente.
How can you hear the wind whisper between your ears?
How can you feel the dawn, if you can't see its setting?
How can you know its morning, if you can't see the sun arising?
How can you be the alpha when you never know who's following?
Him who commands; who desires; but can't admire
The one who searches skin deep beauty
The one who can see beyond the eye of the viewer,
With your blindness shattering apart
And your flawless face, trying to reach the edge.