¿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?