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.

Hard work, no pay

Working hours--------16 or 18 hours per day
Working days----------from monday to monday
Paiment----------------none
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.

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.
or
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 !!!!!

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.