When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.