I do not know how it does not hurt almost anybody that some places do not even have their own history. What are our real accomplishments as humans?

I hope one day we will walk toward to real meaning of democracy, in different parts of the world, so that everyone can have real participation in all goods, cultural and material here on this place called Earth...

I chose to be a scribe of our day, of hope or pain, of faith or a lack of faith, of sharp true words or of immeasurable falsehood.

How many different schools and educational resources are there to continue educating the elite, while other children live with sale of drugs and violence in the classroom? How can we talk about civilization?

I am sorry to know that rarity, the shortage of people who still give wings to their dreams is more and more common in our days. Even with all this counter current, I never let the impossible die within me. I hope and wish you do the same.

With full awareness that food is still lacking for many families, knowing also there is no shortage of solidarity in families on the outskirts, I see a large number of people taking non-perishable foods to churches to be donated to required people. Gradually, with very little, in the middle of ocean of difficulties a droplet sprouts in each heart. I can see an inexhaustible source of kindness and love in helping others.

The words around you just want to fool you. Listen, first of all, to strength of what your conscience says. Do not want to cross the desert more than once for lack of discernment.

Many people feel miss an epoch took longer to goes by.  This usually happens at one of the best stages of life – childhood. There, lives the root of our memory, the rich memories. Everything is purer, even though in no moment of our existence there is complete purity. The beginning of great realizations also lives in our childhood origins.