Impressão digital [English translation]

My eyes are special eyes

And it is with these eyes

That I see the hazards of the world

Where others with different eyes

See no hazards.

Who says hazards (another) says flowers,

The same is said of everything.

Where one feels grief and pain

Another discovers colours

Of the most beautiful hue.

On the streets or roads

Where so many pass

Some see trodden stones

Others, gnomes and fairies

In a glowing halo.

It is useless following neighbours

Wanting to be after or to be before

Each follows his own way,

Where Sancho sees windmills

Don Quixote sees giants.

If he sees windmills, there are windmills.

If he sees giants, there are giants.