The column by Jimi, the artist, translated…
Dearest angels,
Did you all hear those helpless cries from the people
Or, are there, those voices of the prayers
Did you see the hardship that people are having, working hard, to survive, or, do you only, notice how luxuriously they’d squandered away
I can only hear the tempo of the sunrises and the sunsets
I can only see, the extensions into the distance from the fluffy, colorful clouds.
Ah! I’m only, a child,
Blessed, to be not knowing.
So, this, is how the child interprets the happenings of the world, and, s/he sees the world in a less complicated form than all the adults would, and, hopefully, this kid will maintain that state of innocence as s/he gets older too, but chances are unlikely that s/he will be able to.
Picture by Jimi, courtesy of the UDN Papers…
Life, the Obstacle Course 