Generation Converse

We are the generation converse. We are the daydreamers.

The ones by the corners of the big cities singing, playing, telling the stories of the today and painting the tomorrow.

We are the ones jumping in the dark hole hoping it is not that deep. With our eyes closed and our arms open. The ones that try, the ones that fail and then try again another way. The ones that experiment.

We do our tests and invent our possibilities in a world that was never ready for us. We are anxious, we are angry, we live in the edge of the right and wrong.

We are the ones with the crazy hairs and the endless hearts. The ones that listen, the ones that scream, the ones that can, and the ones that did.

The ones that will never grow old.

We are the generation converse. We were born in a big world under collapse and no one told us it will be alright, but we believe it will. Because we dream of changing things.

We are writing a new tomorrow for ourselves and for the next generations to come. But we are not that sure if anyone will ever read it.

We are the generation converse. I’m pretty sure you heard of us. Maybe even saw one of us, inside our solitude in a train with our eyes sparkling out of pain or joy. We are the ones on all the streets around the world dreaming life to the fullest. Every day, all the time.

We are the generation converse. They told us we can’t dream the impossible. But we do.

Feliz dia das crianças! Feliz dia geração converse!