And my heart beats slow and my earth beats slow

If I ask you what makes your world, what will you answer? 

Behind maps, conflicts, boarders, geopolitical belongings, for most of us it’s the smell of someone’s perfume, of a chocolate cake in the oven, of fresh grass, the sound of a loudy laugh, a safe space on a bed with lullabies, where birds sing louder than bombs.

Since I have been a mother, my fear are multiplied by a billion so I cannot imagine what we feel when we flee a country, a home because of war, inondations, tyrany … and that we have to carry our children and our screaming inner child.