(ainda a pensar num nome... sujestoes?)

-sir, if I may ask, why are you so happy?

-I'm happy because I'm blind!

-Blind sir? And why does that make you happy? you can't see the colours of the world, the joy and light!

-Yes but I don't see the tears, the hate, the misery, the hunger, the bad things people say to each other!

-Ok I understand... Sir you can't hear can you?

-No, and thank god I don't hear!

-Why sir? You can't hear the bird, the brise, the music, the nature!

-Of course, of course. But I don't hear the screams of pain, the screams of terror, the sreams for help, I don't hear what other pretend not to hear...

-Sir you are happy the way you are!!

-Yes I am... are you?!?

-...

(apenas uma ideia que me ocorreu, nada de especial, mais uma critica se entenderem como tal)