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Kids Hope and Escape


The boy who cries in the photo is Diego Frazao Torquato, who played the violin in the String Orchestra of the Afro Reggae. Afro Reggae is a non-profit organization that gives kids hope and an escape from their impoverished and crime ridden environments. The occasion was the funeral of his social project coordinator, Evandro João Silva, who was murdered in downtown Rio. Diego contracted meningitis at age four, aggravated by pneumonia, and struggled with memory difficulties. He still managed to learn the violin. Diego, born and raised in the slums of Parada de Lucas, dreamed that the violin would take him to see the world. Sadly, shortly after this photo was taken Diego died of leukemia. At Diego's funeral José Júnior, the coordinator of Afroreggae stated, "I think the legacy of Diego is hope, it is the willingness to change, to transform".

Photo Credit: Marcos Tristão
Full story: http://tinyurl.com/c3b4yjd


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The strings vibrate with Love's story.
Listen.
Witness the connection.
Sense our kinship, our needs,
imagine the loving thoughts of others,
our music moves through the (H)eartH,
listen.

Hear the silence as well as the music,
both are calling to us now... listen.

Peace and Love


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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