This image of Syrian children killed in a Turkish beach, desolation that follows the gesture of the guard who went to save him, the light, the beach, the shore seems a symbol Barefoot Boy passing itself for a world that no longer will receiving ever, neither he nor many.
It is a heartbreaking poem a requiem as one who sang José Hierro: a child like millions of children, a human question and laughing and chasing shadows as if they were toys.
The cruel ax of the time it the portrait with the consciousness of the world is to live as the expression of that outrage. The guard made a desperate gesture; but before the guard was the world that did not know to save; The guard was the hero of sad eyes, did everything he could.
I did not know save the world. Its unique destination, their parents, their steps, was to survive; his horizon was not even live, have job, loves and farewells: your destination, that now lies lifeless in the world, was to draw in the sand house, the boat, and there is neither house or boat or nothing. There is nothing.
The world has taken everything: neither this nor that, neither this country nor this one: responsible for this terrible expression of this time is the whole world, because the child is also the world entero.
Sus hands are drawings leaves his body three or four years is what remains of tree he would have thought that was life, and before long learned that the world knows not save the children because they also know how to save. Therein lies, in that beach, the whole world.death.
One child dead on the beach, in the place where the romance of the sea occurs with the ground and there appears no happiness but sound terrible news that rains like crying heart.
A dead child on the beach, seeking refuge in the world, fleeing war, fleeing the cruel sound of guns and hunger.
