Where there is hope there is life.

Believe that new times will come. That not everything is bound to end. Let us keep in our hearts the certainty that new days will always arise... May it always come to me and you, the hope. And may she be always prosperous!

Let us be grateful, let us be prosperous, let us be the hope of humanity, which still has much to speak, and to procreate. Procreate verbs, procreate truths, or procreate beautiful and true feelings. The future comes sweet, to the one who knows how to make good use of his memorable day by day.

Hope is when, being absolutely dry from the outside, the fountains continue to bubble within the heart. Optimism is joy "because of": human, natural thing. Hope is joy "though": divine thing. Optimism has its roots in time. Hope has its roots in eternity.

Hope carries a mysterious force, a creative breath, a spiritual breath that leads us to look at everything with faith and enchantment; is a vital principle, expressed in the wise and true realization that "while there is life there is hope". Even in the face of insurmountable situations, we glimpse possibilities of exit, we find it possible to be otherwise, we invent and reinvent alternatives, we reject the possibility of realities dominating us and, without ceasing, we dream of the best and the best.

Hope, therefore, is like this impulse that defies the immediate present, always short and without roots in the future; it is that it allows us to write our history with more creativity and daring, opens us to the invention of possibilities that make us live, corrects the past and makes us start again, maintains the courage to be, transforms in us the being of pure demands and simple needs in beings capable of gift and desire. In hope we find the openness and breadth of our life.