The flight of peace

The flight of peace.

Erivaldo R Alves

There are two extremes that cut the heavens above our heads showing a reality totally different from the other.

The airspace where peace hovers is that where their submerged ones that have it over their heads are like those who dream living a life of a thousand wonders. They are those surrounded by what they say is balance, where with a beautiful smile on their face and a handshake, they cross the skies of indigo as if they were an eagle!

Underneath the steel cladding, an entire civilization that is sure that all the steel over your head only brings you comfort and satisfaction since whenever you go on your flight, you will go on flights of peace bringing or carrying when not passengers Of the tur, the most diverse dreams of consumption that are said to be power!

Walking under the most diverse iron gates there is, without the fear of danger, is quite different from walking as if under the fire falling from the heavens. This is a much more cozy end: the is under the peace that flies over. The other is walking under mines that detonate from the highs over which are not just passengers on the ground or in the air, but who are careful not to be the victim of the flights that bring the chaos of the highs.

Who will realize that there is another reality being in one where one only "likes" the benefits of the airline industry to carry travel dreams, entertainment riches and the richest farms? They would never have awakened their minds to honestly compare the two grandiose realities that would make the honest observer dormant.

Being full of the "fatness" that covers the conscience, one would never see with clarity that in spaces much less privileged of the peace there are flights that take the tranquility of "passengers" Down there and that they should be only people to admire their flights that take and Back simply.

On the way up to the market, on the holiday promenade. In the most insignificant outlet for something, there is one that passes through its gourd the noise of the aircraft; Looks up quickly and when it does, it makes a smile appreciating the beautiful flight that rips on you in passing that does not bother a bit since there is no fire on you. Two realities, two

extremes with total difference from each other. There would never be a smile of admiration from the face of a flight that is not a flight of peace above his head. I would never go out burly in a parade in the streets to buy. He does not take his son to school, but covers him under his arm. The ripping of a flight does bring the greatest fears. She raises her head to see him, makes haste only to see if there is danger while keeping her child under her arms.

No, no ... you do not notice what's on the other side on your peace flights, that a simple crash in the air from the turbines of the airplane, brings discomfort to the white flag that brings peace.

Those who, like children, vibrate waiting for the peace flight to arrive, those who wait for relatives of peaceful flights to arrive, who bought and await the order, which dispatched their guest to return home, none will understand the apprehension of that in flights Who are not peace dispatched or something dispatched without knowing if fate will be successful. Totally extreme is the side that is unsure of safe comings and goings. Hovers above all else not only the wind, but a brutal landing that may come.

No, no ... those who are on their peace flights will not be able to feel that in other realities these simple wings can at other times make hearts freeze. No! Sleep does not come completely. The tension does not leave.

It's like sleeping on anthill. Sleep does not come! Nightmares of the night can not make things worse; Would dark wings make things worse?

It is ... the simple crossing of "the cars of the heavens" on the heads do not pass without it frightens. The target can not be trusted: long steps must be taken without relying on the streets. The enemy is flying over there. You can not stop using common sense. It does not matter what the sound is, if it is aircraft; Must distrust No doubt the looks to the heavens are not the same as those who live on flights of peace. A look with longing, admiration and sometimes do not even notice it, such is the abundance of flights of peace that are there. One looks with all the care one must have when in places of flight of war, another, with all the satisfaction one has of seeing only comfort and security to fly over. Going on the street becomes

the most complicated of tasks when you are not on peace flights. What child has not already run head high waving to the flight that passes in the places of peace? It is beautiful without doubts when on us comes only what is good for life: friendship, peace and not war.

Erivaldo R Alves