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L 'man who hugged the trees
Letter of José Saramago, Nobel Prize for Literature as well as strong supporter of the project Greenpeace Writers for forests. " The great good fortune that they go they always leave a mark ... For those who have time and desire, good reading.
"I am the grandson of a man who, sensing that death awaited him at the hospital where they were taking, he went down into the garden and went to say goodbye to trees that he planted and cared for, crying and embracing each of them, as if it were to be loved. The man was a simple shepherd, an illiterate peasant, not an intellectual, not an artist, not a cultured and sophisticated person who decided to leave this world with a grand gesture that posterity would remember. It was as if he was waving what until then had been owned by him, but his property was also the animals that made him a living and he went to them to greet them. He took leave from his family and from the trees as if he had been all his family.
This incident has happened, is real, not a figment of my imagination. In many years, I never felt out of the mouths of my grandfather is no word on trees in general, and particularly those who were not motivated by practical reasons. Also, I could not imagine anyone would have imagined that the final event of the conscious personality of the old man would touch the line of the sublime. Yet it happened.
I'll never know what moves the spirit of my grandfather in this last moment, what he thought and felt, as he led his urgent call unsafe distance to the trees waiting for him. Perhaps he knew that the trees can not move, that are related to the earth by the roots and that these can not be separated, if not to die. In the bottom of his heart, maybe my grandfather knew, of mysterious knowledge, difficult to express in words, that life on earth and trees is just one life. Nor can they live without the trees the ground, nor can the earth to live without the trees. Someone even says that the only natural inhabitants of the planet are they, the alberi.Perché? Why are fed directly from the land, because the grip with their roots and are gripped by it. Land and tree, here is the perfect symbiosis. Maybe some people think that there is too much lyricism in these words. E 'possible, that as the earth and the trees, feeling and reason must always be united. But it was not a pure sentiment that I joined the Greenpeace campaign to protect the primeval forests and use forest products that are not polluting the environment. Better than crying over spilled milk, it would not break the jug. The metaphor is appropriate for this question.
When representatives of Greenpeace explained to me the objective reasons of the project and asked me to join it, I realized that was not enough to worry about the state of the environment as any other person with a conscience for the world's problems, it was necessary that my commitment was real, concrete. I asked them what I could do and I replied that I had in my hands the weapon with which I could engage in peaceful battle: books, books that consume huge quantities of paper, books, devouring forests at a dizzying rate, but also books that can be printed on a paper that respects the environment in its production and use forests wisely attentive to the common good , ie, in a sustainable manner. The result is the book entitled "Las de la muerte intermitencias and this is just the first step. All the works that I can write in the future, all new editions of those already published, will be printed on paper approved by Greenpeace, both in Portugal and in Spain and Latin America. And what is happening with intermitencias Las de la muerte, where the issues cited were added the Brazilian, the Italian and Catalan, and I hope that soon we will add the names of the other countries that wish to translate and publish the books that I'm writing.
conclude by addressing an invitation and a challenge. What other writers work together in this way with Greenpeace, which other publishers to join my now, and especially so, especially, the readers, the public, have a greater awareness that this fight is too. Defending the trees is to defend the Earth. My grandfather knew and could neither read nor write. An illiterate old man gave me the best lessons. Here I lay there, if it finds just and humane. I know that someone was me say that in Puerto Rico, a manifestation in defense of a forest, speculative interests that wanted to break down, marched behind a banner bearing the name of my grandfather, Jeronimo, and who, like him, people have embraced the trees with such force that the forest was saved . I know that an avenue to Castril, a town of Granada, bears the name of Jeronimo Melrinho, and that avenue, with that name, is best explained as the flag. Some
for the lesson to others to preserve the example, others to the strict attention with which the world watching, I say thank you. And we continue on this road because there are good reasons. "
"I am the grandson of a man who, sensing that death awaited him at the hospital where they were taking, he went down into the garden and went to say goodbye to trees that he planted and cared for, crying and embracing each of them, as if it were to be loved. The man was a simple shepherd, an illiterate peasant, not an intellectual, not an artist, not a cultured and sophisticated person who decided to leave this world with a grand gesture that posterity would remember. It was as if he was waving what until then had been owned by him, but his property was also the animals that made him a living and he went to them to greet them. He took leave from his family and from the trees as if he had been all his family.
This incident has happened, is real, not a figment of my imagination. In many years, I never felt out of the mouths of my grandfather is no word on trees in general, and particularly those who were not motivated by practical reasons. Also, I could not imagine anyone would have imagined that the final event of the conscious personality of the old man would touch the line of the sublime. Yet it happened.
I'll never know what moves the spirit of my grandfather in this last moment, what he thought and felt, as he led his urgent call unsafe distance to the trees waiting for him. Perhaps he knew that the trees can not move, that are related to the earth by the roots and that these can not be separated, if not to die. In the bottom of his heart, maybe my grandfather knew, of mysterious knowledge, difficult to express in words, that life on earth and trees is just one life. Nor can they live without the trees the ground, nor can the earth to live without the trees. Someone even says that the only natural inhabitants of the planet are they, the alberi.Perché? Why are fed directly from the land, because the grip with their roots and are gripped by it. Land and tree, here is the perfect symbiosis. Maybe some people think that there is too much lyricism in these words. E 'possible, that as the earth and the trees, feeling and reason must always be united. But it was not a pure sentiment that I joined the Greenpeace campaign to protect the primeval forests and use forest products that are not polluting the environment. Better than crying over spilled milk, it would not break the jug. The metaphor is appropriate for this question.
When representatives of Greenpeace explained to me the objective reasons of the project and asked me to join it, I realized that was not enough to worry about the state of the environment as any other person with a conscience for the world's problems, it was necessary that my commitment was real, concrete. I asked them what I could do and I replied that I had in my hands the weapon with which I could engage in peaceful battle: books, books that consume huge quantities of paper, books, devouring forests at a dizzying rate, but also books that can be printed on a paper that respects the environment in its production and use forests wisely attentive to the common good , ie, in a sustainable manner. The result is the book entitled "Las de la muerte intermitencias and this is just the first step. All the works that I can write in the future, all new editions of those already published, will be printed on paper approved by Greenpeace, both in Portugal and in Spain and Latin America. And what is happening with intermitencias Las de la muerte, where the issues cited were added the Brazilian, the Italian and Catalan, and I hope that soon we will add the names of the other countries that wish to translate and publish the books that I'm writing.
conclude by addressing an invitation and a challenge. What other writers work together in this way with Greenpeace, which other publishers to join my now, and especially so, especially, the readers, the public, have a greater awareness that this fight is too. Defending the trees is to defend the Earth. My grandfather knew and could neither read nor write. An illiterate old man gave me the best lessons. Here I lay there, if it finds just and humane. I know that someone was me say that in Puerto Rico, a manifestation in defense of a forest, speculative interests that wanted to break down, marched behind a banner bearing the name of my grandfather, Jeronimo, and who, like him, people have embraced the trees with such force that the forest was saved . I know that an avenue to Castril, a town of Granada, bears the name of Jeronimo Melrinho, and that avenue, with that name, is best explained as the flag. Some
for the lesson to others to preserve the example, others to the strict attention with which the world watching, I say thank you. And we continue on this road because there are good reasons. "
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