W e grope for the wall like the blind, yes, we grope like those who have no eyes. We stumble at noonday as in the twilight; in dark places and among those who are full of life and vigor, we are as dead men.
Andiamo tastando la parete come i ciechi, andiamo a tastoni come chi non ha occhi; inciampiamo in pieno mezzogiorno come nel crepuscolo, in mezzo all’abbondanza sembriamo dei morti.
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