” That Bridge That Links Us to Love and Life”

When I was a child of nine years old, and since then, I showed a marked interest in writing and the search for interesting books, which was not coincidence that in school, always I excelled in literature class…unfortunately, when I reached my teens, around my seventeen- years old, I quit my passion to write about the life…only sporadically, writing for a local newspaper about some issues politicians of the moment, with the passing of the years, I found it myself and return to my roots, my passion for writing.

In my ten years old, I do not know how, I do not know why or maybe, I just do not remember about that..a poem or something like that come to my hands, writing in another language, whose the author was a foreigner, I cannot remember his name…was long time ago, I remember that someone translate the writing for me, which remained in my mind and heart..well, I do not remember the exactly every word, but saying something like this, ” If somebody stretched his hand and the same time, another person stretched his hands in responding signal, a bridge will be built, an eternal bridge, that will unite the Love and the Life.”

Today, after my work, I return to my home, my little daughter ask me for a walk, then, she and I went to small forest near our house, while we were walking, we saw a bridge, very small…paradoxically, I remembered that poem and I told my little girl, ” Hayley, if you learn to extend your little hand to help others, you will be like that bridge helping to unite the Love and Life.”