A blow of life... Um sopro de vida...

I never imagined that being with children would affect my life and way to see things so impressively. What did we lose from our childhood? Where is it? Where is the curiosity for every, possible new discovery? The capability to make-believe and truly live them? Where is the naivety, the joy, the forgiveness, the friendship - the one that does not expect anything in exchange? Where is the happiness in walking bare feet on the sand? Where are the smiles, giggles, laughs while splashing water in a rainy day? Where is the meaning of the word family, the delights of sharing stories, hugs, kisses, expectations, dreams? It is not about just being there for occasional holidays, but caring for the ones who were supposed to be part of you for good, in the same way as if you were still a kind and loving child. A philosopher once said that one is only able to philosophize, to try to find the meaning of our existence if he kept the same vibrant interest in learning from his childhood. If you are no longer able to dream, you lost something on your way. Being with children has showed me how we all make things so much complicated and sad than they should be. I realized that despite the fact I am supposed to look after them providing anything they might need, I myself NEED children in my life to make me keep believing. As if every time that I look at a child’s eyes I got a blow of life in my chest, a beat in my heart.