The Day the World Stopped . . .
By Angela Bretas


Tuesday, September 11th, was not a regular morning . . .

I woke up with a strange feeling, without knowing if my sad mood was because of the cloudy skies that were upon Florida that day . . .

I decided to get a little distraction by turning on the television and what a surprise it was for me to find out that the world was in shock watching the news . . .

Just like me, I'm certain that all of you got chocked up with what you saw, listened and witnessed by clear images transmitted live to the world.

On that day, all attention was directed to this cruel act of unscrupulous people, that did not take just their own lives, but also the lives of thousands of innocent people, changing the course of thousand of other, that survived the attack. Without forgetting to mention the pain of those people that lost loved ones and millions of people around this country that will never forget this horrible tragedy . . .

A painfull memory that will be forever in history.

While I was watching the images of total chaos, of horror and disbelief, listening to reporters that were trying to be calm, to look cold while telling the world what was happening, I notice once again how humans are fragile . . .

On that cloudy day, the world stopped . . .

The world stopped to ask why this had happened . . .

The world stopped to pray for the loved ones that lost their lives and for the loved ones that survived . . .

The world stopped to judge, to condemn, to blame . . .

The world stopped to promise revenge . . .

The world stopped . . .

It also stop to love . . .

To love the ones that survived . . .
To love even more life . . .

.To love the heroic acts of volunteers that tried to rescue those that were buried under piles of debris . . .

To love each day was it were the last one . . .

The world stopped . . .

Stopped in respect . . .

Stopped in solidarity . . .

Stopped united by the same feelings of pain . . .

The world stopped . . .
United . . . in the mist of this tragedy the people of the world gave their hands . . .

The world stopped and realized that united we will win this biggest battle called life . . .

Hopefully this should be the last big lesson that we all had to learn.

Boca Raton, FL (USA), 09.12.2001

Walking
By Angela Bretas


To walk
It was always my desire
At this time that passes by
I also want to pass . . .
With this wind
This cloud
This blue sky in the daytime
Embroidery of stars at night
I also want to change . . .
I want to walk always
Without stopping
without stopping . . .
To travel worlds
To navigate seas
To fly with the wind
And to find people
that will speed me up
in this search . . .
In a sunny afternoon
Or in moon light
With rain, wind or cold
I am going proceeding . . .
In this path that I chose
So beautiful it is walking . . .
So many things to admire . . .
So much to learn . . .
So much to navigate . . .
Ignored seas
Incredible people
Imaginary worlds . . .
While it burns
The fire of living
I am going proceeding,
Always alone . . .
Looking, walking . . .
And when already out of breath
the weight of the years
turn upon me,
I will continue . . .
Because I pursue the luck
I pursue the life
The death . . .
I pursue the night
The day
The sea
The calm
The breeze
The song of the birds,
The dawn
The dawn . . .
I travel for infinite roads
roads of the memory . . .
My way is long
And long is my walking,
but I know that I go . . .
I know where to go,
without stopping . . .!

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