Peace, the so much longed peace seems to have been crying for many years because she cannot live in any heart; many yearn for her, many implore but who are the ones who truly treasure her, while, she just cries, because in her name, man kills and raises flags and gives shouts of war. Each new day, she seems to weaken, she wants to love, she wants to be loved but who may have a heart as pure as crystal where she can reflect her candor?

 To speak about peace would seem -many times- to speak lies shamelessly because who has a true innocent intention? Inner peace will only live in the man, who has calmed the winds of selfishness and only when the filial love arrives, then, peace will heal the wounds and will sing the happiness of her natural love, where we all are equal because peace lives in True Love.