Peace in the land, enters all the men of good will. Peace to that it yearns for to grow, to evolve, to understand. Peace to that it desires in each thought, in each attitude, if to improve. Peace to that it dives, inside of the proper one to be, the search of agreement, acceptance. Peace to that it extends to the hand the search of blessings. Peace to that it blesses with joy and pureness of heart. Peace to that in a smile it brings calm, tranquillity, balance. Peace to that it looks teachings and that through the thought, at this only moment where all the men if irmanam, when folding of the bells, is in conjunct. Peace to that they open its hearts in pure lights, loving, magneticamente salutares, that they involve the land and they allow, in this rare moment, that it shines, suspended in the space, turning in blue tones, illuminating all the infinite, softening aflitos... Peace at last Sir, to all the beings that inhabit this universe and that they rhyme love and pain... That the light if makes and that remakes in all the men the renovadora faith, the force and the courage, intelligence, the reason. That the men if irmanem in the scaling of the perfection. That all of good will are joined in thought. E that in this night searchs the Peace.

Juliano R. Cezar