People are just people, no matter where they come from or where they go! Sometimes it is very difficult to extract thoughts, build emotions or analyze people’s dreams into a reality. People are a rare material, difficult to describe with only simple words.

Months ago, I was walking around the shore (boardwalk) — Wildwood — watching hundreds of people, talking and admiring them as mere bystanders. They glowed with stranger looks, at least for me, a foreigner among such a diverse culture. I tried with my vain philosophy to compose real characters, distil stories, and absorb human subjects at its best: the intimacy of the encounter.

I stopped for a few seconds, caught them with crooked smiles, inattentive eyes and I could see how we are alike. It does not matter where we come from or where we’re going, regardless our culture or ideology. In the end, we are all made of the same dreams; we just want to shine with our smallness, hopes and discontentment or contentment.

I saw the brightness of each child, so many sounds of affection, awe, the essence is exactly equal in Brazil, Africa, here, there! The whole world speaks the same language. Who validates us are ourselves and that the conception of happiness independent of social classes, colors, and flags … The labels imposed by a consumer society are just barriers so we cannot see each other in the  others, irrational barriers, not to feel that we are part of a whole, planet “we!”

We are made of the same dreams and ancient mysteries, older than ourselves … There is no country, no language, no places, only the desire to be happy, shining each morning to belong to a single race: the human race! The rest, well, it’s a fallacy that deconstructs and keeps us away from everything that makes us feel alive and legitimately humans!

“I want to be happy. I want to live like the birds in the sky. I want to experience freedom and the purity that they experience. The rest of it is of no use to me. No use. Believe me. If the purpose of life is this loveless toil we fill our days with – then it’s not for me. There must be something better, there has to be. Man is a spirit, he has a soul. And that is what I want to recapture — my soul. I want to live.”

— St. Francis of Assisi (Brother Sun, Sister Moon)