My name is Mariana, and I have been a
volunteer at CODENI for the past year, convinced that education is an art that
paints itself on a canvas where a reality that favours the most vulnerable is invented.
I wrote this poem about justice and freedom.
My day starts with a cup of coffee,
preparing everything to leave for the bus stop and take the #629, passing by
Avenue Chapultepec, touring Pedro Moreno until it stops on the corner of Cruz
Verde Street, where you will find Casa CODENI.
Inside which, you will find the mairos
who always welcome you with a friendly hello, and the children and adolescents
each with their story to tell, filled with contrasts, adverse realities against
the hope of dreams waiting to be fulfilled, and barriers preventing them from
living in a better situation.
When I am in front of one of these
children, I only have one idea in my head, “you have in front of you a person
with a right and sufficient decorum to be
more.” What I want to say is they should learn to write their own lives; my
feeling is not pity but hope.
The experience of being a volunteer at
CODENI is accompanied with the dream that a more humane world is possible.
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