We arrived at a cabin of fishermen, at the edge of the beach, and the poverty of those who inhabited it was revelatory; they played several small, under 10 years of age; his parents we attended with the best intention, in rare anticipation of earning a little money. I stopped before the empty gaze of a young girl, not more than 17 years, with a child in her arms; her early motherhood came without even their childhood dreams crystallize. I wonder: how many human beings have been lost as a result of neglect and misery? We will never know the unexplored riches lost to humanity. In other conditions, that girl would add his intellect to science, letters, music or perhaps forming in her role as mother superior beings. But installed there, in their ignorance, perhaps die without ever knowing the talent that took and the noble causes to which, perhaps, it would have served. This experience broke out inside me; I questioned what would be the reason for its existence and I found an answer, no less cruel, but very revealing. I imagined talking with his spirit, he told him: I met little, when your eyes you were looking for stars; your hopes were tomorrow; your dreams entretejian shimmering sunrises; but the years went by, and that space he had his time ended.
To the side of the road you lost your star, the hope and the future vanished in a reality without present; your life was emptied on a dark night. Your only sin was born without opportunities and today, without knowing it, perhaps your silence calls overwhelmed by your reality. Because in the world that you were born there was someone who fight for your dreams. And you know, nina-madre, that even though you have not seen your hopes turned into promises of accomplishment achieved, your eyes empty and without future will germinate at another time. As a ray of light will ignite in the heart of the idealists.