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Let Us Be Like Children
2025 · Title: Let Us Be Like Children Author: Gloria Angélica Saggiorato Artistic pseudonym: SAGGLO Technique: Mixed media and collage Style: Contemporary figurative-abstract of a symbolic and expressionist character Themes: Peace, childhood, conflict, hope, awareness and humanization.

What she felt
Let Us Be Like Children represents the search for peace in a world run through by violence and its consequences. The white dove flees the smell of gunpowder and descends toward the ocean, trusting that in its waters it will find a space in which to preserve its purity.
And yet the sea, too, is not untouched by the world's wounds. Its movements, depths and dark zones suggest uncertainty and contamination. The dove's whiteness contrasts with that setting and turns its flight into a gesture of resistance: peace tries to survive there where humanity has left its marks.
The dove symbolically carries the weight of all it has seen and, as it draws near the shore, discovers that a possibility still exists. That hope appears in the gaze of children, capable of recognizing peace without turning it into discourse or negotiation. In them there remains a simple, sensitive and courageous truth that the adult world seems to have forgotten.
The work thus proposes recovering something essential from childhood: the capacity to care without calculating, to look at the other without prejudice, and to recognize life as a value that must be protected.
Let Us Be Like Children transforms the lost dove into a question addressed to everyone: peace will cease to be an illusion when we look at one another with humanity again and make of it a possible place to inhabit.
Meaning
Let Us Be Like Children
In the sky life was suffocation
and it fled far from the smell of gunpowder.
It trusted in the transparency of the ocean
to blend in with its purity.
The weight of its feathers
betrayed the gravity of the world
when it found itself on the shore
and sighed out what still survived within it.
The roughness of the road
draws dark stains
of dripping oil.
The feeling of insecurity is cold,
but it dissolves before the warm gaze
of the children who stop to look.
In their eyes, peace is not a word,
nor is it only a lost dove;
it will be cared for by good sense,
small and brave,
the kind that has not yet negotiated its truth.
Peace will satisfy its longing to dwell
and will cease to be an illusion
when we humanize once more.