When I saw the image I was invaded by the feeling of a film of despair of events in a world where everything moves forward and stayed there in the past, soon it has to end, that feeling that every day has to become Faith, because Faith moves mountains.
Black and White
I walked through the streets with a lot of joy among flowers, green trees, people walking smiling to the rhythm of the music that sounded in each place of food, people sharing, enjoying. Wondering in it, I also smiled. My country was so beautiful, joy, happiness, prosperity, abundance, brotherhood among each group of friends, family members who danced among colored lights.
Everything suddenly changed, what happened I wondered, because now everything is gray, neglected and loneliness takes over the streets. I don't feel the joy I felt a short time ago. I ask myself again what happened. What happened in my country. What happened that everything became gray, empty, desolate.
Who took away the joy, people have to get up, go on their way, smile again.
So was this dream, better that it was only a dream, I woke up with pain in my heart, most of them left, some are coming back although more are missing. As I searched to go back to sleep, came again and again that image all in black and white, let that image go. I want to keep the first part where everything was beautiful again. That kept in the heart of every inhabitant of my country, a shining Faith, so it is and will be in the coming years.
Just as it was a dream for me, so it is for all of us, we will return to greenery as the fields bloom after a long summer where everything dries up. The flowers, the smiles, the children's games in the streets, my country is blooming more and more every day. This is a real dream, we all carry in our thoughts and hearts the joy of rebirth.
The gray days are bright again where everyone keeps betting for him, for our country. Never again Black and White, only colors everywhere.
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