With your permission, please

I am going to publish on this blog everything that comes to me via internet, regular mail or mouth to mouth. I may use a picture or a post that the original author will not like me to publish, please, I ask you respectfully, take it out, erase it or tell me inmediately to do so, I will do it without questions or delay. It is not my intention to ubduct any material from anybody, I simply wish to tell the world of the atrocities against children, my purpose is to open the eyes of many to that situation. As I am not able to take my own pictures on the matter for obvious reasons, I borrow everybody elses. So you will see pictures and articles taken from Google, sent to me by email or taken out from a newspaper.

A blog to make humans be "humans" and face the fact that our children throughout the planet are been abused, slaved, killed, and terroriced every day with impunity under the eyes of millions.

Hey you! give me my smile back

Hey you! give me my smile back

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

¿Is this a nightmare? NO
This is reality. Turn your eyes away from it, close your mind to it, forget you ever saw or heard about it.
This is a child of ours, this is an innocent child that will never play with hands that were taken away, blown away by a war of adults.
Adults, cowards, that hide their sick ambitions behind religion, behind patriotism, behind ideology.
Can we help this tortured child to become a man without hate? Can we do something for him? Can we go on living peacefully and happilly knowing there are hundreds of children suffering like him today, at this very moment? Can we? Can we? Can you?

Scars and patience

He is waiting for you, How much time does he have left ? how old is he? can he wait another year for you? His eyes are saying, ¡Now, please, now!

This picture can be glued together, but what about the scar in her heart? Her eyes are dull, they try to hide the pain, the loneliness, the hunger. Will she ever be able to heal the feeling of loss and to forget the hurt?
Broken image, broken heart, broken childhood.
Is she alive?

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Is there a tomorrow for me?

Anything is valid to survive in this jungle, to be able to sleep with an empty stomach, to sleep on the streets without anything to cover up our skinny, dirty, thirsty bodies.
Tomorrow, we will see....


This is the picture of desperation, this child has lost all hope, I am afraid to look at his eyes if he lifts his face and looks at me.

What could I tell him?

Where will he be tomorrow?

Silence.............no answer...........let us look away and go on with our life.

Children without childhood

Children without love is written in red, children at war instead of school, children with heavy loads day after day with no vacation, no pay, no joy.

A child tortured almost to death.

These are our children, are they the future?

Friday, November 28, 2008

Girl of the Century

Her eyes are hollow......her look is void.....the expression on her little face is a mask of unbelief, will this be her life? without a day of rest, without a caress hand? In the middle of nowhere she is a girl, a coquetish little creature that braided her hair, maybe an older sister did it at dawn, before going to work.
Her pretty face hidden under dirt, the shovel bigger than her, she is looking at us, she is looking at you, can you answer her questions? Those lips tremble before producing any sound. To whom will she speak her troubles?
She has no hope, she is too tired for thinking, she is a 6 year old girl of the 21st century.

A very lucky girl

She certainly looks happy, she is one of the lucky ones, food, water, her hair done, a clean uniform and excellent trayning. She tells her firends, very foundly, how many enemies she killed yesterday, how she can look at them on the eyes and ¡¡Boom!! shoot their heads away. That was, is and will be her life, she does not need to jump the rope with her friend, she would never cry for Bamby if she saw the picture, she probably will have a child and give it away , she does not need to bother with anything that's not her killing instrument, her sweetheart.

Future mothers

This are the future mothers, the future nurses, the future wives.
They have not seen a doll, they do not have a glass of milk, they only live in pain, hunger, terribly sad, wounded in body and soul. They have never felt a grandmother tucking them to bed.
¿who sang a craddle song for them?
¿Who played hide and seek with them?
They will have children like them, hungry, dirty, the streets for home, abuse, drugs, and premature death.
¿Why? because that is the world they know, the life they live, the love they recieve.

Here we are, at the entrance of a century full of inventions, walks around space ships, fabulous cars that almost tell you where to go, how to do it, and get there practically without you moving a finger, a century where you can talk, and see your friend on the little screen on your computer and your cellphone and we organize parties that cost millions and millions, everything goes, carnivals, beauty pageants, sports, enormous sky crapers, and more, more and more.
And yet, millions are dying of hunger, children in hard labor, wounded babies, children killers at wars of adults, sex abuse on little ones that think they are the guilty ones. and more, and more, and more.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Hard work, no pay

Working hours--------16 or 18 hours per day
Working days----------from monday to monday
Time to study---------- 0
Time to play----------- 0
Slaves through their childhood, teenage slaves, slave during youth, if they ever reach manhood, what? Slaves.
And to think we are in the 21st Century. What a shame for humanity, it is a disgrace to watch this situation grow, extend itself, turn away and let it be.
Our own children do not even want to wash the dishes, it is so hard for them.
Our own children are bored, they have so much and yet want more.
And whose children are the rest? the small 5 or 6 years old that have to carry heavy boxes of merchandice that makes the rich richer? Young girls working on a factory day after day, with no rest, no talking allowed, a handfull of rice and maybe a piece of bread? Whose are the children that live on the streets, smelling glue or varnish to be able to keep on, damaging their brains?
If you have a son or a daughter you should be concerned with every boy and girl in this world. It is so easy to look away, to see just as far as the tip of your nose. It is so easy to be deaf, not to hear your concience, to be happy and forget the ones that are crying without hope in their hearts, it is so easy. It is so easy, it is so easy, it is really easy, so do not bother, go on with your world, let the rest see for themselves, it is so hard to help, it is so hard, it is really hard to help.
But ¡NO! I know your are not indifferent, it is only that you do not know how to help. Well......
just talking about it, spreading photos, contacting an ONG, helping any child you see in need on your very own town. I can not help any children in particular because of my age, so I write this blog, I tell the world, and I invite you to do the same. Every time you send an e-mail, say something about children's abuse, about children dying of hunger, start with nothing but your good will and watch yourself grow, watch the concern spread. Let us do it, ¡come on! children are waiting for a ray of hope.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Children around the world

An angel at work.........a boy ready to shoot.....a helping soul.

Everywhere you look there is a child in terrible conditions. Some are hungry, dying of thirst in very poor countries. Some are tortured and abused without limits like in China. Some are have to work, heavy labor, without pay or pity. Some are abused sexualy, not only by strangers who make them prostitutes, but sadly by family members and their parents. Others live on the streets, stealing, drugging Just look around and you will meet with tortured children who become slaves and have no options, they merely survive, some make it to adultness, some do not, yet the streched hands of ONG dilute, the magnitude of the problem overwhelms any help. If we, each one of us do not do something soon the future of humanity is at risk. The lucky children surrounded by love, who have never been thirsty, hungry, tortured or abused will grow ignorant of suffering and the adults around them turn their heads away from the problem, hiding from them what is happening, preserving them from the horror of reality, like good parents, but that is not sufficient, that does not solve the terror.
Today is so late, tomorrow does not exist, we have to do some thing drastic yesterday. Our world is now an example of hungry, dying, suffering children, of indifferent, cold and mean adults, a humanity no longer willing to see over the tip of it's nose.
Take a minute, look around you, read this blog again, and you have two alternatives.
Go to sleep, have sweet dreams, live your life, do not care.
Wake up! find out how you can help from now until the day we can say not one child is a slave, not one child is hungry, there is no more abuse on children, we can go to sleep and dream our best dreams with our heart full of love and satisfaction.
¡¡¡¡Your desicion my friend !!!!!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Hunger at it's most

Knowing as we know how the children of many countries live in bounty, how we love and pamper our little ones, how proud we are to show their happy round faces smile, to hear their cheerfull laugh, to see them running and playing around. Can we see this photo without guilt in our hearts? It is not, by any means, that we have to feel less proud of our children or stop to love and pamper them, it is a matter of concience, because if we know that this little creature has no food, no water, no medicine, and ours have more than they really need, why not get involved in some way, any way, and try to stop this unjustice and make the world better balanced?
This child can hardly hold his head up, his ribs pop out, and yet he seems sweetly recieving his mothers care. Some other children do not even have a mother besides them, many are alone, abandoned, forgotten.
Is this the face of the future? He can not cry, has no tears due to his dehidratation, can you cry for him? can you do something now? help the people that are doing their part, can you ? if you can,¡¡¡DO YOUR PART!!!

H as in human? or H as in horror.

WHAT IS THIS? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS THIS? ARE THEY PLAYING SOME MACABRE GAME ? IS HE TRYING TO KILL HIS FRIEND? ¡¡¡¡HORROR!!!! is the word. Impotence, terror, unbelief, and the world stands by....

Grew without a chance

They look so old, yet they are young. The terror of abuse, of extreme suffering has made their faces masks of pain, they have never met hope. Tomorrow for them is MORE WORK.

The look in her eyes

What is she trying to tell us?
I am sad---I need a kiss---Don't look at me---
May I go into your life?---I am hungry---
I need my mother---Take me with you---
May I play?---Sorry, I don't understand you---
Or, on the contrary.....
I am so happy I could dance--- I feel like singing--- I just had a chocolate cake, yummy.

That look in her eyes is there for us to translate in so many questions that she needs to ask. Will somebody be so brave, so sincere, so true to answer her why she is not part of the children's world, the world of cakes, balloons, dolls, birthday parties, clowns, or a swim in the pool with her friends?
Nobody tells her the truth, because if we do, we will have to tell her we do not care, tell her that she will remain where she is, with all her needs and silences, tell her we are far away, that she can not reach us, that she is nobody to us, just a picture we do not like to look at.
Blessed the people who are moved and inmediately do something to get her the answers she desperately needs, to take her and her miseries from the deep whole of nothingness up to the surface and make her a child, a real child.
Not all of us can do such a miracle, but we can help others to do it, it is only a matter of willing.
Let us put a shiny star in those beautiful eyes. Let us fill those empty little hands with toys, let us give her a flower, a candy, and let us never forget her and her enormous lacks. Let us love her.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Almost getting there

It was a long wait but Kim is getting there, he will get his ration of water for the day. The little one goes along to practise for tomorrow it may be his turn to wait on line.
Do your children get tired to open the faucet and drink treated water? Well, Kim is not tired day after day, maybe the water is not so clear, but he knows the pain of been thirsty, so he does his chore without whining.

Give me a hug!!!!

She might be asking for a hug, but how many other things is she lacking?
Food, clean water, kisses, toys, love.

Will she ever get at least one of those important things?

The look in their eyes.........I am crying for them

This is her lucky day, she is eating a peace of bread.

When will be theirs?

This is war dude. it is so cool

Can we be glad and satisfied knowing that some of our children are trained like soldiers, trained to kill, die fighting against adults, and do the dirty work of the countries that are willing to sacrifies their young ones for their power ambitions?
This little soldier with his ice cold smile and a look in his eyes that has lost the sparckle of childhood probably has killed some people, maybe he just walked past the corpes of one or his child friends on the battle site without even looking back.
Has he ever played hide and seek? Does he know how tender and warm is a mother's hug? Will he ever know which flavour of an ice cream he likes best?
So many years and so many children killed at war, dying of hunger, working like slaves, abused and tortured, so many years and so many photos, videos, documents, voices telling us it is happening once and again. Yet right at this very moment while you read this most people prefer to put it aside, to look the other way, to erase it from their minds. Some do not give it a second thought, others stop for a moment and ask themselves ¿What can I do about it? The answer is allways, this is too big for me. Believe me, yes it is too big, it is huge, enormous, gigantic, so it needs the help of millions, and how do you get millions? by the sum of one plus one, plus one, plus one, the earlier we start the earlier the results. What can I do about it? to begin with, read this, share it and discuss it with every one, become involved, ask who is doing something on the matter in your home town, join them, make a new group, begin from below, grow with it, make it big, and you will not only be doing something for the children, you will be doing something for yourself. Start now, come on, do something!!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Are there children prostitutes?

No, no, no, there is not such thing. They are debased and corrupted by elders. Monsters that wonder on the streets looking for a victim, sit on a couch waiting for a child to get near them, or make their living by selling children to the ones that will prostitute them. I refuse to call them human beigns, but sadly they exist, move around us, some have our friendship, they are acting like good persons infront of us, making believe they are members of the human race. They know the poor victims are never going to speak, to accuse, to denounce, They shut their mouths with the strings of blackmail, of menaces, of fear.

Crumbs, crumbs, delicious

! I beg you, please throw more crumbs on the floor, I am hungry!
Does this image disturb you? Good.....good.....very good. Would you like to do something about it? More than good. Publish this photo every day, everywhere, to everyone, talk about it. And please, if you see something like it in your neighborhood, sweep the crumbs away and DO SOMETHING. Easy, isn't it? One child a day will take at least a million days, but if you know your friends are doing the same, and your family is doing the same, how many humgry children will be in your town next year?

Monday, October 27, 2008

Where is the future of humanity?

It is allways said that children are the future, if we believe that, we can be sure our future will be terrible, children of today will be men full of hatred, of disdein, of greed, and many will not even make it to manhood. Am I exagerating? am I a prophet of chaos? no, my friends, if we do nothing about the situation of most of our children right now, my words will be nothing compared to what the real situation will be.
I'm starting this blog with tears in my eyes but with hope in my heart, because, even though I can not do important things to ease the abuse of our children, I hope with all my heart that every single person that can read this words would be touched and agree to tell the world once and again what is happening in front of our eyes. Will an international institution do something about this? will a government of any country put their hearts on it?
There are ONGs all over the world, yes, but they are outnumbered by people who do not care.
There are thousands of volunteers working in terrible conditions. Many rich people colaborate with the needed even go the extremes of adopting orphans from the poorest comunities. Nothing is sufficient if the whole world does not open their eyes once and for all and do the real and big "Thing" to solve the problem.
I have some documents and photos of children that are not only poor, children abused by adults, slaved by their governments. This children survive with so much suffering, without any hope, lost to the rest of the world, with nobody to lend a hand.
No matter the nationality, the language, the age, the religion, the only must to be able to help is to have a heart, to love, to know how to feel sadness and cry for all these children and take it as a personal task to do the least we can do, show it everyday, talk about it every second, tell the world, yell to the world every day, every minute, without tiring, not stoping, so with luck maybe the powerful who can do something important will take the flag in their hands and do something before next century, the century which might be a chaos with the word "failure" instead of "present" and no "future" on their vocabulary.