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?