What is hope?
For a mouse caught between the beak of an owl?
For a mother who lost her child?
For a body too exhausted of fighting?
For a flower planted in a poisonous ground?
For a child, bleeding to death, for the war of adults who lost their minds?
For a kindred soul, who fights to defend the gates of his heart against the anger of unjust suffering?
For a pine tree, planted to serve as an object of decoration?
For a woman, raped and beaten, for the nature wanted her to be born as a woman.
For a baby, starving each day, while someone miles away is in search for the right app to lose weight?
For a dragon that will be hunt, only because he is bigger and stronger than men?
For a soldier, who knows his life might end any time, for a cause he doesn’t fully understand?
For a man, who never cries?
For a mountain that will never be able to move?
For the snow, knowing it will melt?
For the Sun that will never feel a chil wind?
For a writer, who has gone blind?
For the fire that lost air?
For the cold that will never be warm?
For the sound that will never embrace silence without sacrificing itself?
For a butterfly that needs to hurry up to make each second count?
For an oak tree, condemned to grow under the shadow of a willow?
For a question mark that will never get an answer?
For a puppet that will never move with free will?
For a musician, to whom the inspiration will never come?
For a man, who never wants to die?
For a voice that will never be heard?
For a word that will never be written?
For the mind, for which memories start feeling like trying to catch air?
For a prayer uttered to the void?
For the light passing by a black hole?
For a bird that broke its wings?
For the one, for whom the sleep will never come?
For iron that is rusted?
For a kid, who will die without ever feeling loved?
For eyes that will never open?
At the gates of Dante’s hell, why is it written, “Leave behind all hope, you who enter here” ?
