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.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
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.
Posted by sitting on my old rocking chair at 7:01 AM