Auschwitz Lullaby

by Mario Escobar

Then I understood that being a mother is much more than raising children; it is bending the soul until the self is forever mixed up in their beautiful, innocent faces.

Sometimes, when reality scrapes against your heart, it is better to avoid it with daydreams.

Sometimes we have to lose everything to find what is most important.

When life robs us of what we thought we could not live without and leaves us

standing naked before reality, the essential things that had always been invisible ...

Evil is much bigger than an antisocial behavior or a psychological deficiency. Above all, it is a lack of love for one’s self and for others.

Sometimes the things we lack or the obstacles we face become allies that help us endure.

With its voracious appetite, time always devours the memories and faces of those we love. Memory fights to hold on to them through the strength of tears and the painful sigh of love.