Each morning, on the reality tree's branch towards the people, I listen to the bird of hope.

The ellipsis is, probably, the most accurate numerical and textual representation of reality.

Truth and deceit are sometimes facets of the same reality.

If someone holds by mistake a piece of hope, there is always someone else to make it disappear.

Sometimes, reality is not on our side, for our good or just the others…

Hope – the wings that see through any darkness, any wall.