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When dreams lead you to poetry...

When I was born, I saw the world. The world saw me, she understood: I needed trains, I needed waves, I needed clouds, I needed woods.

If only I could learn to fly,learn how to float on the golden wind.If only I could reach the sky,all it should do was to fondle my skin.

War is of all times. Hate is of all places. Wé may not live in war now (anymore), but others do. They're our fellow Christians. They fight over day and night, they have to remain silent about their faith in Christ, and they may not know what they have to decide. For them I would like to pray. For everyone who lives or have lived in fear. To make us not forget how brave it is to be a Christian in times of war.