This is a picture by an excellent photographer Parc Cruz. It is a Brazilian child.


I do not know what is more important in our lives than our children. It is an old cliche that our children are our future. But in our actions our memory fades.

When we promise our filipino children the moon and stars, and they finally look down to see the scars of a torn country. Ravaged by poverty and abuse, by drugs and alcohol, by corruption and bitterness. We live here, not in the sky. Our grasp does not reach the stars, but is far enough to reach our children.

Our future, is that child. In front of you.