One day you take care of me and the next, you’re gone.One day we’re laughing about your old stories and the next, you’re gone.I miss your voice, your smile and the way you make me feel safe.It hurts knowing I can’t call you anymore or see you sitting in your chair. Now you’re not here and it hurts so much.I miss you every day in every little thing. I wish I could hug you one more time or, at least, telling you “I love you”. I miss you grandma. Yesterday, today and for the rest of my life.

Kai Smith

They appear when I get hurt, sometimes when I fight. Usually people see them, but sometimes they are so buried, no one can notice them. Having scars is like being marked, we try to hide them with make up or masks. Some of them are so strong, they just stay there and you can’t erase them. And in that moment is when you realize, you can mend them with little pieces other ones give to you.

Jay walker

Headache, blurred eyes, and the feeling that the world was falling. That’s all I felt when they told me I was losing you. Without you, the world would lose its color, that nothing would ever be the same.That unconditional person, the one who shared my sorrows and cried with me, would not be here.
But then came the happiest day of my life: they told me I could still hear your laughs, feel your caresses, lean on your legs, and listen to your mum advice again. And in that moment, I understood that the fear of losing you taught me to value every second with you, more intensely than ever.

Wilson

After bad moments, good ones always come. Nothing is eternal and everything goes by. Anyone can have a bad day, but the way you face it, make a change in your point of view. Calm is for the people who search for it. A person that looks on the bright side, can stay serene and hopeful in bad periods. Also, when you have already passed that bad time, you value more the little details like a simple conversation with friends or a small piece of chocolate given by your mum. Therefore, it is important to make the most of every moment.

Vicfía

In a corner of the park there was a can. A group of ants thought the dirty can would be the perfect home. They started building tunnels and paths inside. One day, a kid saw the can laying on the ground and decided to throw it in the bin. Before doing so, he looked inside and saw the ants working. He was amazed by their work and organisation, so he put the can back where it was. This shows us how something that was once disregarded can turn into a thing full of light and life.

Luciérnaga amarilla

Everything was perfect. I was the best. I was the most shining star, the only one that could be great in all aspects. Blind with that, I didn’t realise that a bigger and more shining star was blocking at me. Anything is perfect, I’m not the best, another shine is cancelling my perfection. The jealousy, the darkness the sadness… ruined the best star in the past, until it finally disappeared in a giant universe.

Mii

I don’t understand how God spent seven days to create the world He gave us and none of us cares about it.Now we go to school, our parents work and the politicians do whatever they want.Nobody is talking about how we seem prisoners in one own routine.I enjoy listening to music while watching the sunset by the window of the plane, spending time with my parents, laughing with my siblings. I like going to the beach and feeling how the sun touches my skin while seeing the shinning ocean. I just want to travel around the world and see the magic of every country.I just want to enjoy some day what God made.

Aurora

Today I entered to a café before attending classes. I took a sit and I ordered a coffe with milk as always and when the waiter brought it I got surprised to see that it was a plain coffee without sugar and milk. I looked it thoughtful but I didn’t say anything I tried it and it was perfect, much better than what I used to ask for. When I finished, I went to pay and when the waiter saw me leaving he smiled me and said: “Sometimes, what we need isn’t what we want but what is served to us”. I was shocked and when I left I thought that he probably was right.

Aimep3

There are storms… but the sun?There are leaves on the ground… but the flowers?There are bad people… but the good one?There are insults… but the praises?Death… and life…Whatever, the bad days

Tuli-pan

If art which transmits more is the one that hurts most, my letters are born from my blood.It’s your condemnation, mine as an artist, yours as a muse. Being the glass, which gets drunk with my success and the cloth that dries my tears.You are the reason I struggle for and my deepest desire. The promise that in all my words your essence is inscribed.I write about the bravest thing I have. Brave the love and the freedom. Brave our love and you, my freedom.

Rose