carry this hope, after you remove the shackles and regain the freedom of your heart and thoughts! Dearest human beings, remember that the world cannot quench your unbearable thirst for justice the secret song you want to sing wholeheartedly unrestricted, yet aloud for all the misfits, the sleepless revolutionaries, the unwanted, the fretful wanderersthose special kind of people, disobedient to upsetting and repressive laws of dictatorship and shame, unwilling to kneel or serve any master or transient ideologies written by another being born from the very same clay or by a wrathful man-made god. Underneath the trembled reflection of the moon in the stillness of the water, where the sky collapses into earth and embraces the glossy surface, our hope is born anew. Weak and fragile as we are, because in those hidden jars we store our dreams the size of purple tea bags until the lid bursts open and they turn to fireflies. They leave us in order to be fulfilled until another dream is formed and a crystal tear pours still.. Agatha Eliza