Bad languages of our society say that all the news is terrible. They say that some idiots have taken the governments of the whole world. That, on the one hand or on the other, they want to divide our peoples.
That will rain bombs: some of politicians tarados; others of armed lunatics. They say that young people light sheets of books in the morning and leaves of tobacco at night. I have read other news. I have seen humanity. I have understood that it is not tears that heal, but honest embraces. People of all nations have decided to drop their weapons to hold hands. It is not about how many leave, but how many arrive each day. It does not touch to mourn or cry. It is time to celebrate that we are not only more, but we are, every day, a little better.
So to destiny, let's call it "our world", I ask you to stab sadness, steal a kiss and hold out your hand. I ask this world to take a breath and remember that we can all be little heroes and that the layers only serve to cover us up. Dear destiny, make five fingers now be ten.
