I'm writing to you. What is the pain? What else can I say? Now I know that your will is to punish me on the basis of my vision. But you, at least a drop of pity for my unfortunate fate, you will not leave me.
At first I wanted to be silent. Believe me, you would never know my shame. When in hope I had at least rarely, at least once a week, to see you in our village.
So that only your speech can be heard, your words are silent, and then you think about one thing and day and night until a new meeting. But they say you are inhuman. You are deaf in the village, everything is boring to you, and we will not deceive you with anything, even if you are happy and simple-minded.
Why did you visit us? In the depths of forgotten villages, I would never have known you. I would not have known the bitter torment of the soul, the inexperienced excitement of the world over time. How to know?
My only friend would be a faithful wife and a kind mother. The other? No, I would not give my heart to anyone in the world. To the Almighty, to the Holy Council, to the will of heaven, I am yours. All my life I have been a hostage to the meeting of the faithful with you.
You were sent to me by God, to the tomb, you are my guardian. You appeared to me in my dreams, you were invisible to me, you were silent, your gaze made me tired, your voice in my soul was long gone. No, it was not a dream.
The moment you entered, I immediately knew, I was amused, I forgot, and in my thoughts I spilled water. Isn't it true? I heard you. You spoke to me in silence when I was helping the poor and praying out of the lard, the sorrow of the troubled soul.
And in that very moment you, dear vision, flashed in the transparent darkness, bowed quietly to my head. You, who spent love and words of hope, whispered to me, who you are, my guardian angel, the healer, the exorcist, my doubt, the resolution.
All this is an empty deception, an inexperienced soul, the destiny is completely different, but so it is. My destiny, from now on I give it to you, I pour tears before you, I beg and imagine your protection.
I am alone here, no one understands me, my mind is numb and silent, I must give in to you, I am waiting for you.
You, my dear vision, the hope of the heart, come back to life, or break the heavy sleep, alas, for the hard work.
I am tired, I am scared, I am dying of fear, but I have your honor and courage, I trust in myself.
