« La pauvreté n’est pas naturelle. Ce sont les hommes qui la créent et la tolèrent, et ce sont les hommes qui la vaincront. Vaincre la pauvreté n’est pas un acte de charité, c’est un acte de justice. » 
[ Nelson Mandela]

This child is sick , and he knows it . He knows that his life expectancy is only fifteen years old , he knows he’s different and that’s why everyone turns his face when they see him .He knows life is unfair , for him , for his family and his relatives . But does he complain ? Does he hate this world ? No , look at his smile , his face , full of hope , full of optimism . He fights for life , his silence is full of words , his eyes are screaming : “ I know that I’m not living for a long time , but let me enjoy the time which is left ! “ How about you ? You get nervous when you miss your bus , you even scream when you find a stain on your clothes . And that’s where the life’s unfairness is obvious . More we are lucky , less we notice how much life is a gift …

“ Our opinion of people depends less upon what we see in them than in what they make us see in ourselves. ”

— Sarah Grand

From the beginning , our relation was special

Thirteen years old together

It’s not something usual

Just for me, and the others

I never imagined my life without him ,

Cause he was always present , here with me

Every feeling was real just with him

And I thought it was the same toward me

Suddenly , I felt a hole in my soul

He left me , without warning ,

Awing to him , my life was completely full

Now , empty , she is becoming

He broke my heart

I guess that’s a proof that I had one

Cause I thought he took my heart

Without telling anyone

After he left me ,

I don’t know myself anymore

Cause the “Real Me” exists just when he’s next to me

I’m still looking for it , and I need hope more and more

I don’t know if I’m lucky to know him

Or I really regret it

But my fate chose him

To be the one that enters my life, and changes it

I have a question, why ?

People that we love the most

Are the ones that make us cry

Don’t they know how much our tears coast ?

I really don’t know what he thinks about all that

I think that’s the biggest problem

But I want him to know that

I was always honest , I’ll never forget him

‎'' Before you prove to the world that you exist, you should first exist . "

I never thought I will miss you …

You were a part of everything in my life

I can even say , you were my life

What I liked the most in you

Is what I used to become when I was with you

Now that you are getting away

I can’t find a way

To live my life without you

Cause I never thought I will miss you …

True friends . . .

    Some people spend their entire life looking for love , because it’s one of the best feelings they can feel , and maybe it’s the best for them . We can’t deny this fact , love is a marvellous feeling , but it isn’t always faithful , it can make us suffer a lot ! Personally , I think there is an amazing feeling that we often forget about , that we rarely find, and if we do we usually underestimate it : Friendship . Yes , I know , you’ll say that everyone has a friend , or perhaps many , but are they real friends ?

    True friends can listen to us and help us when we need them , we call them when we’re happy but they come by themselves when we’re sad ! They can easily understand us even without saying anything , just with a look or a gesture ! They like us not for what we wear or what we do for them , they like us for what we are and for what they feel when we’re together . They respect us and care about our opinions and our tastes . They are always ready to sacrifice everything just to satisfy us . They don’t look for changing us because they like what we are with our qualities and defects ! They trust in us and in what we are able to do . And finally , they never go away even if a big fight happens .

    Aren’t they very rare ? True friends are like diamonds , precious and rare . As stars , you don’t always see them , but you know they’re always there . That’s why : A real friend is hard to find , difficult to leave and impossible to forget . . .