I feel I must tell my story.

One afternoon a sparrow came to my window, I cant tell whether it was a dream or reality, but she just came when less I was expected, but when most I needed it. She began to speak, she begun to sing. Her voice was as bewitching as a love poem, and as sad as a poor soul looking for forgiveness. I could feel her words coming out straight from the inside of her heart, pure, clean words, pure words that came from a suffering heart, looking desperately for someone to listen, for someone to help, and I knew that would be me. I listened to her in wonder, and somehow, just somehow, I dont know how I managed to understand her language, her words it just digged deep in my mind and my heart; and immediately I got into this dream. As I was listening to her, it seemed like her chanting was drawing me into a different world, it felt like her words were taking over me and covering me in spell, and it forced me to close my eyes, and in that moment I could feel the wind in my arms, I was flying, I suddenly was able to fly. I must admit I was afraid as I was seeing a big ocean beneath me, the Earth was different from the Earth we know now, it was greener, it was brighter and cleaner, the sun was like a friendly balloon, illuminating so bright, but yet so softly this unknown world. Out of a sudden, the little sparrow came to me and started speaking again, this time directly toward me, she told me that she wanted to show me the world she has always dreamed of, the world in which men could happily live as a family; and the journey started. The first thing I got to see was couple of birds flying so far away, just as two lovers living their moment, their dream, they looked so happy, so secure. Underneath me, this different world was so peaceful, so peaceful that it let me to calm down and it also made my fears fade away. Over there men were kind, and behaved like brethren, they would help each other selflessly, and fights were nowhere to be seen. Pain was a not yet invented feeling, and death, oh my dear, death as we know it now was a word that hadnt yet been written in the dictionary, something they werent aware of, something nobody had ever experienced. In this new world I could see that tears were wiped away, and sadness wiped out by a smile. I was amazed watching as shame was being replaced by self confidence, and fear traded for braveness. It didnt matter how grim the sins were, they were all forgiven, and forgiveness was for everyone, and men were able to give forgiveness. I saw that dreams could become reality, and that reality was a dream; and dreams could not be frustrated, nor could they be forgotten, for taunt and derision were not present, and humanity was a family, as it had always supposed to be.

I could notice, too, that money was not a dividing wall anymore, for it had already been tumbled down by fraternity and love. What may I say about love ? My eyes got to see, and my senses got to sense that love was loving, and love was blind and pure, and blindness and purity was good. They all seemed to love without fear, without shame, and without hesitating, without reasoning, they just were just following their hearts, and yes, thats true, love was really a feeling, not as we are all used to now, for sure, I can say that love was sincere and selfless and it would be immortal it would never die. I managed to see that animals were running so free, so secure, without a fear in the world, and they were not afraid of being captured, of being hunted, no, just no, not at all, because oppression was something unknown. I was surprised to notice that zoos hadnt been created, nor did the jails, because neither confinement nor concatenation were reported to be alive. Over there humans behaved as humans; no races, no discrimination, no languages, no differences, no wickedness; no heaven, no hell; no religion, no separations; and hope was as high as the blue sky in which I was flying. But it all came to an end, it was my time to go back from whence I came. The little sparrow told me it was time to return, time to face real world; I was told to open my eyes, and, again, I was at my window, again again again , mourning to be here, but something happened, I felt something in my hands, it was a little paper, the sparrow had left a note in my hands, and it said : We could all reach that world, that dreamed world if humanity could just get together again, if they could just bring down the differences that theyve built by themselves, and be together, as it was always supposed to be After reading this, tears slipped out of my eyes, and I just realized that sometimes there are dreams that sadly are just that, dreams, and they cannot always come true, and I somehow knew this the world where I, where we all belong, and we cannot leave it, we cannot escape it after all, it was just that, just a dream. And Im still waiting for her, up to now, still waiting for the little sparrow to carry me away into that dream again, to lead me to the perfect world where I once have been to. Should we lose hope that it all might become true? Seven months have passed by since I went on that dream, and Im still waiting to fall into that magic place, that magic dream.