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.