APRIL " MONTH AGAINST CHILDREN'S ABUSE"

No matter how small your contribution, ¡ Please do it now, help the children! A few minutes of your time, a few words to tell about it, everything is valid. Please do it soon, every day a child is abused, every day a child dies in need. Need of food, of a family, of medicines, of love, do not let that keep happening, Do something about it. Tomorrow may be too late.

No hope in those eyes

His eyes are void, they do not shine, he lost all hope, he IS not, he just survives, his mind blank, how much suffering is he hiding? how much hunger can he take?
And yet, the world ignores him, poor little one, nobody cares to bring him to life, to tell him he has rights, to give him a hug, to brighten up that face.


Sad, so sad..............No happiness for him...............the horror lingers................

the Feast

The look of happiness on little faces. They found a piece of melon in the trash, it`s a banquet for them. We could now and then give them something to eat. Introduce them to icecream, to lemon pie, to jellow and cakes. If we do not, they will probably never know how these taste.

The Truth

Looking for food.............scraping through filth...

There are millions of infants around the world suffering poverty, abuse and slavery. The heroic groups that are trying to help them are overwhelmed by the rest who do not bother. This is the future we are building, like bricks, one by one, we cover our eyes, we turn away, we ignore it and so it grows high, a tower of indifference, a situation we think is never going to touch us directly. Poor you, poor me, poor us, tomorrow, when our rich happy children who grew under our kind protection, blind to the horror, safe under cotton sheets and warm blankets will ask themselves why some men are cruel, are killers, men and women angry at the world. Terrible thing, somebody will have to explain that all those who made it to manhood despite the slavery, the abuses and the suffering during their childhood have scars on their skin to remember and still bleeding cars on their souls that will not let them forget. Who will condemn them? Who will dare to judge them if they turn on the lucky ones?
The future is made in the present, our indifference today could be our sorrow tomorrow, our eyes looking away from the cruel present might be crying tomorrow of desperation. It is pathetic how some people can live without seeing reallity, walking through life jumping over every drama, every disgrace, and believing they are never going to be touched by them.
This blog is never going to be nice to visit, it's goal is to move consciences, to shake hearts, to try to bring people down to earth, to the everyday sad and terrible truth.
Forgive me for worrying you about things you prefer to ignore, forgive me for showing the truth in pictures so shocking, forgive me for introducing you to a world of misery, for upsetting you.
Please listen to my call, let the kind and caring feelings come forth, HELP OUR CHILDREN.

Happy Faces

These little soldiers have no dreams, they are tired, they have no hope, they do not know if they are going to be alive tomorrow. They fight, ¿aginst whom? it does not matter, they obey orders, they attack, they shoot, they kill and are killed. ¡ Such is life in a world that does not care !

Poverty

He sleeps, he is tired, but he was happy because some charitable soul gave him a bag of bread, some beans and a piece of cheese. ¿Can you imagine that much luck?


They are on the entrance of their home, their father brings the only food for today, a dish of rice and one egg, the hunger, the pain, will have to wait for another dish tomorrow, (if they are lucky)

The Mansions, home of the poor

They are lucky, they have a nice house with canvas roofs, beautifull gardens, let us hope it does not rain. Maybe the kitchen is full of food too. A living room, a dining room, a freezer? Oh yes but no electricity.
But, ¿you know what? artists find this scene a perfect theme for a painting, it will sale well.

A clean bed, a gray sheet

If he falls from his "bed" he will have soil all over him, his "house" has no tile floors, no cement floor, those are luxuries that they probably will never enjoy.

The Little Soldier

A child-soldier of a Latin America dictator. This child will learn how to kill, this child is abused by parents, family, the authorities, he has the right to learn history, geography, math, but he is going to learn how to march, how to defend a revolution, how to yell "Socialism or death" and to obey the master and be ready to die for him.
He does not know he has rights, he will never know it, and he has no way nor wish to say no.
The adults beside him take it so naturally, will they rob the childhood of their sons too? who knows, everything is possible in a world that does not care.

Will he make it through life?

Will he? what for?

who said slavery was in the past?

He is a slave, a slave of hunger, of sickness, of lonelyness, of real pain, of people who do not care.

He is our slave.

Take a look, is he not a human being?
Why does he not have a chance?

LET US DO SOMETHING NOW..............tomorrow he might not be there.

I better look away

She looks at the world around her with curiosity, how is it to live on a beautiful white house?

She lives in a shack, her toys are plastic bottles you threw away, her playground a square foot full of garbage.

No water, no food, no future.
And yet, we turn away, the image hurts our eyes, the picture shows our selfishness, we better look away, forget it, my daughter is happy, clean, well fed, I can do no more.

Our children need your help

These are children that will never forget the abuse. The look in his eyes tells a story of loneliness, the empty pan is all what they have, she will never know why people hurt her, and some of them find strength out of panic, they know what will happen if they do not do their task.





How can we help them?



It is not easy, but we have to do samething. We can take a little time away from our dayly chores and contact a ONG, see what way we can contribute to make life easier for them.

¿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?

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.
¡SUCH IS LIFE!
Tomorrow, we will see....

Desperation

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?

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.