Global warming, a poetic vision.
Forests forever.
Why are we so stupid to destroy the Earth?
The truth is that it is an eternal and internal struggle against the self-destruction and for the preservation of life. The Earth is the only living planet and our only home in this vast Camino de Santiago (The Milky Way). I do know that we have not discovered another planet similar to our densely populated forests, jungles, animals and people like our beloved blue planet. Not by chance! And our duty is to look after it.
Face our own conscience. Let us not lose our capacity for amazement. Think with concern that our atmosphere has been changing dramatically in these decades. Drought and floods have risen dangerously. The climatic changes have eroded our health and our economy. Seek concrete solutions and final and llevémoslo out. So we can celebrate:
"Green, I love you green, green,
the color of life and hope,
forever, evergreen forest,
jungle and forest in background.
Do not you ashamed that there is emptiness in their hearts? Are not aware of destroying their own lives? Do not think about the future of their children and children of others?
Our natural resources are vanishing and we can help stop it drowns us in misery. Think of it, the Earth is launching screaming for help whenever there is a negative manifestation of us and all the paraphernalia of the industrious man. However, it seems that not take care of our precious object: the earth.
Save the planet, save our Earth, save our mother nature and save our future!
Help us to continue fighting against the destruction of the planet!
Susana Mota López.
Story of a tree (fragment) of Rómulo Calzada.
II
Suddenly the forest shudders. You hear noises unknown steps of an animal that is rarely reached by such peaceful places, but that always come, leaving a trace of pain, because it brings death to kill the animals, hurts the trees, tearing the flowers ... The man brings an instrument of death. Much fear trees. An old tree leans over as if to hide his son and said:
Look for the one animal that is where the sun is brighter ... An animal is very bad. I myself got injured in my trunk that I made her evil. God protect you, my son! --
- But who is this animal? "Asked the curious child.
It's an animal, the only one that destroys itself. Built large cities and then ruined, sowing death and desolation. Create great civilizations, and then destroys. It hurts for pleasure, desire for evil. They say it is an animal that is sick of boredom. The boredom is the greater evil. Possesses all the attributes of animals and very few bad from the good: it is sometimes sinuous as a snake and sneaky as the fox, the other is cruel and cowardly wolf like deer, rarely is brave as a lion, sometimes less is faithful as a dog is much less tender as a dove. It also has attributes that no animal possesses. Lie has, which corrupts everything, even his soul. Possesses calumny, which destroys the souls, honor, peace of other souls. Has envy, to blind his soul and spiteful drives much evil on earth. Accumulate wealth that they do after unhappy because they are afraid removed. Mainly, it possesses a rare gift that says God gave him the language. How much wrong with this gift and makes very few assets! Almost always comes out of his mouth to insult the word, the word is offensive, the word that as a poisoned arrow and invisible, it plunges into the soul making it suffer horribly. Rarely comes word that comforts, encourages, who cherishes ... It is an animal that keeps the offenses with which a poisonous poisons his own soul. His evil is endless. Look at it as a hit, with its hellish instruments of death, your brothers. Was proclaimed king of the universe, because he believes only he has a soul. It's morbid to cree in pain and that he alone suffers. Cree that birds do not suffer, and they kill their children, destroying their home. She looks so sweet and loving no cree suffering. Did not understand that the very sad song of the lark is singing a love that cries died. Do not know the song of the nightingale is night pain, transformed into song, a love impossible. Do not know that the mournful sound of our black fronds at night, is the soul of the weeping trees to dead trees. Do not know the soul of things, the silent pain of things. Their selfishness, their malice, they have no limits ... He has the rare gift of imagination, and through her fantasy of evil finds myriad ways of torture, but that imagination is his conviction, it is infinite pain. Poor sick animal. . . ¡--
- But who is? "Asked the tree child.
- It's the man said sadly the old tree ...
And the man came up to the trees talk. He heard whispers, voices coming out of a thousand unknown forest but did not understand anything. The birds fled scared and arming a clamor distressing. The trees are shaken in their last issue. Only the stream continued its eternal song a prisoner in his jail rock ...
And the injured man to the trees, as always hurts, unconsciously!
This pleases me, "said satisfied.
And death began its task. Terribly wounded son to the tree. He was bleeding wounds by his transparent blood, and their leaves, fainting, knew of the death soon collapse. The man continued his work of destruction until the tree rolled over land. It cut the man a piece, threw it at the shoulder and left the jungle, leaving the bulk of the tree, left to rot there and pay the land and flowers bloom again in the field, other trees, by eternal law of life ...
And the night was dark and dismal hymns of fronds: the souls of the dead tree to tree crying ...! |
