"January 27: Memorial Day"
celebration to commemorate the date (January 27, 1945) of killing the gates of Auschwitz and commemorate the Holocaust. 
School and the Holocaust is an initiative of the Ministry of Education was born as a result of a "Day of Remembrance . It 'a space of encounter between teachers and students who are studying together, reflect, write to the absolute evil that was the Shoah.
The following poem is dated 1941, do not know the name of who wrote it, but the message he left us is to trust in life and sings the beauty. The author identifies with the free flight of the bird as the author of the picture in the butterfly.
"You'll see that life is easy "
who clings to the nest
do not know what the world
not know what all the birds know
and does not know why he wants to sing
creation and its beauty.
dawn When the sunbeam
illuminates the earth
and grass spark of golden pearls,
vanishes when the dawn
and whistling blackbirds in the bushes,
trial, man, open your heart to the beauty
when you walk between the nature
wreaths to weave your memories:
even though the tears will fall along the way,
you'll see that life is easy.
who clings to the nest
do not know what the world
not know what all the birds know
and does not know why he wants to sing
creation and its beauty.
dawn When the sunbeam
illuminates the earth
and grass spark of golden pearls,
vanishes when the dawn
and whistling blackbirds in the bushes,
I realize how beautiful life.
trial, man, open your heart to the beauty
when you walk between the nature
wreaths to weave your memories:
even though the tears will fall along the way,
you'll see that life is easy.
See and hear
Read
Auschwitz - Francesco Guccini
Son died ch ' I was a child
am dead with another hundred for a fireplace
past and now are in the wind.
At Auschwitz, there was snow
the smoke rose slowly in the fields
many people who are now in the wind.
many people in the camps but only a great silence
That's funny I did not learn to smile in the wind here.
I wonder how can a man kill his brother
million yet we are here in dust in the wind. Still the cannon thunders
still not happy
blood
the human beast and yet the wind takes us.
I wonder when will
that a man can learn to live without killing
and the wind will lay
am dead with another hundred for a fireplace
past and now are in the wind.
At Auschwitz, there was snow
the smoke rose slowly in the fields
many people who are now in the wind.
many people in the camps but only a great silence
That's funny I did not learn to smile in the wind here.
I wonder how can a man kill his brother
million yet we are here in dust in the wind. Still the cannon thunders
still not happy
blood
the human beast and yet the wind takes us.
I wonder when will
that a man can learn to live without killing
and the wind will lay
and the wind will land.
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