“Y si alguna vez negociamos un mundo nuevo, queremos cafe para todos y todas, que ya van muchos siglos fregando tazas”
Gata Cattana – No Vine a Ser Carne –
Poetry is part of the human being, and no shelling will ever conquer that.
Poetry stays in the child that can save only one toy to run away across a humanitarian corridor. Poetry survives in a bombed apartment when her owner plays piano throUgh the rubble.
I found this blue piece of art in the street the day after my grandmother passed away. She was small and silent. She was a painter. She had faith. Nobody understood her, but her love was as pure and fragile as a glass heart. The RAIN section is dedicated to you, dear O. Sorry I couldn’t say goodbye, and thank you for sharing your heart.
“2020 was the International Year of the Nurse and Midwife with the vision of highlighting what nursing is in the modern era, and how nurses can light the way to universal health coverage and healthcare for all”
Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine
A postcard from Alzheimer:
” Look, do you see this picture on my wall? It is my mother. Her name is Maria. Guess how many children she had? 16! and only one girl!. I am the luckiest one. My brother went to the war instead of me, and He died the next day. I am a lucky one. I came here and travelled all over, including Alaska!. Don’t worry about me, bella; I am going kuku; there is so much wind in my head; don’t worry about me, bella; I am a lucky one.”
Humans are storytellers