Estender a estrada é reclamar verdade.
Olhar a rua é pensarmo-nos.
Saber recomeçá-la vezes sem conta é manter abertos os olhos.
E sabes o que se diz sobre isso… em terra de cegos, quem tem olho é Rei.
The street stretches under your feet. What you step into is already a part of yourself, even if you deny it. You look back and you see that the street continues because someone on the other side is also growing it with a part of himself.
To stretch the road is to claim truth.
To look at the street is to think of ourselves.
To know how to restart it over and over again is to keep your eyes open.
And you know the saying… in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King.