Hugo Costa

What's left when the barriers keep us from walking? What do we become when the world becomes more violent and hatred grows with each passing day?
How can we respect ourselfs if we are more distant from each other?
Freedoms cutted, walls raised and attitudes extremed. The physical distance that will weaken  emotional and sentimental relations among people.
What do we believe in when everything seems to make us discredit?
Who knows, one day we'll be together again, we'll write on what's left of the Berlin Wall.
Maybe someday we'll be together again.
Maybe someday freedom is for everyone.
Maybe someday the world becomes a more respectful and democratic place.
What remains when the dream is gone, beyond a severe present?