MAGICAL WORLDS

3D ILLUSTRATION 
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When poverty stops infuriating me
And injustice stop getting angry
I will know that I have died and nothing of me remains
Only the smoking memory of a being that I will be no more

When hunger and misery are indifferent to me
And when to the ringing of the bells of undeserved victory
Stop trembling my soul thinking about a tomorrow
Then only ashes will remain of a voice that wanted to speak

If the fear of the present no longer makes me tremble
If I no longer crave the longing for the future
And if the past no longer questions me

My existence demands the thirst of the human
I am because others are and because others have named me
My story is written with letters from others
And my voice is heard in the echo of other voices

Not alone, never alone; If I am alone one day, 
I am not.