The Rebirth Of The Phoenix
Renewal arises from the ashes of destruction. There can be no moral resurgence without the eradication of the roots of vices.
I can’t dream anymore
Yesterday, tired of the unjust world, I went out to walk. As I headed towards the seashore, I encountered sad, angry, and unhappy faces. I sat on a rock, willing to reconnect with nature. The sound of the wind combined harmoniously with the breaking of the waves against the rocks. The steam of the salty water sprinkled my face and the potent emanation of the sun warmed my body. My eyes closed on their own, and my bones became lighter while the symphony of seagulls rocked me. The surrounding world lost its boundaries, and the sounds turned into words. I could interpret them.
The Resurrection
“People from all over the world, you shall meet together and embrace each other because today is the pinnacle of our history and the fate of the Earth is in our harmless and vulnerable hands. We tried to climb the highest peaks to raise our flags, but we did not encounter victory. The human race fought and strived, but the debacle got the better of us. Indeed, defeat won against the man, but the sword that bled out the planet has been withdrawn. This elusive moment must remain…
