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Last Friday on my way home from my Spanish school I found a photo of an unknown Palestinian woman holding her slain grandson in white bandages so tightly. The photo was the digital version of EL PAIS published in Madrid.

To be rich is one of the goals in a capitalist society.
To be famous might be an appropriate stimulus.
To dominate all is endless.
To discover something new is our destiny.
To love someone is bravery.
To be loved is or may be innocent.
To start something is amazing.
To abandon something is acceptable.
To smile leads us to tomorrow.
To endure something tells us nothing.
To weep through three days could teach us another way of viewing something.
To be honest may not be the same as being serious.
If only possible, I hope to be a person who would notice the existence of few rude weeds that may have been trampled many times but are still standing strong enough to keep living, despite being caught between trash in a street corner. Bob Dylan, the famous singer-songwriter who won the Nobel Prize for literature says that the answer is blowing in the wind. We knew of this phrase even before the Dylan's appearance though. Everybody who knows a language can be a poet.
We know the novel prize would help nobody. We know literature would help nobody. We know a poet would help nobody.

Buenas noches
Have a nice dream.