Olor a leña. Pero sin el gusto de estar en una cabaña, en medio del bosque y a lado de amigos. Ahora este aroma es el del desprecio del humano por su origen, the smudge of the silence of so many of us see every day as it destroys what is ours and only a few are eager to do theirs. Our cries in the electronic media that generally fall into inaction when the scroll of the screen makes them miss below the monitor ...
In plain words, then rolling this morning Spring forest instead of the aroma of pine and dust of dawn, I brought with me soaked, the smell of burnt forest, grass, grass, branches and leaves. Still we ran down the trunk to the side of the road smoking. We took on the task of ground cover and from there take the opportunity to take some photos.
missing now for the authority (whether state, municipal , federal ...) to do something, give an example ... not the surveyor "cause." No, just a scapegoat would have to see the origin, the unscrupulous owner and waiting for the "stupidity" of the mass (we) launches the command "clean" the ground to steal more land to forest. Headless beings (or at least a limited capacity) that could not manage to realize they are stealing from their own existence and those who come after us. Rather than building extending the city should invest in building more efficient by the city ...
The more we wait? The more we endure?
Ro
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