The world continues to revolve, on itself and somewhere in the universe. However, together with the summer heat, floods, fires and some tragedies resulting from these events, remind us of the importance of preserving this house we call Planet Earth.

Today here is an image of the poetry of nature. A piece of beauty that we don't know how to explain. A heart that flies, between us and our voice.

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Today we visit mother Earth.

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We also kindly invite you to read a poem from "Nature 2018-2019".

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THE NATURE (Brazil) by Luiz Pereira

According to christians ethic,
The earth was formless and empty,
In the perpetual darkness,
Without knowing daylight,
But there was the separation,
Bringing the earth a glare,
Thus was born night and day.
Composed of land and sea
Nature was born,
Next to the tire and the air,
The conditions emerged,
In the sky two luminaries,
Who has the obligation to guide,
When its night, when its day.
Thus came Life,
On the threshold of history,
The trained man,

Has strength and memory,
He was entrusted to
And all subjected him,
Both fauna and flora.
The nature is fruitful
Is source of contemplation
In it lies the righteousness,
And also the atonement,
For some it becomes primícias,
For others, the loss.
Study object,
From generation to generation,
But in was in ancient Greece,
Your best regards,
Anxious men, investigate,
What life gives principle,
Speculation began.
There are those who advocate water,
Other, the condensation,

Perhaps it is the unlimited,
And follows the conversation,
Another defends the rejunto,
Together, giving birth to an embryo.
The nature is life,
Is the word in transformation,
The beings fighting for life,
In a large selection,
The fit ones, have long life,
The is an assertive,
Of the law of evolution.
Today nature cries,
Because she is enslaved,
Fruit of human gain,
Increasingly devasted,
Living in anthropocentrism,
Carrying out the humanism,
Cosmogony and cosmology, are rejected.

The nature is a good,
Created by the unchangeable,
Beyond motive motor,
That everything moves and is never changed,
If it is that to many convene,
For me there is in the Big Bang,
That will replace you care.
The nature is sublime,
Whit is peaks and hills,
The grass and the summit of the hills,
A white haze falls,
And the sun always shines,
In the center of the universe to illuminate,
Of the God, his masterpiece: "The nature ".

God the Rock

God must love everything

She created. 
I saw her hard as a rock,
a cosmic rock,

black, imploded, 

condensed to nothing —

all her radiance withdrawn —
inscrutable Consciousness

reveling in a bottomless hole

where mighty light-swallowing Energy

was humming, sucking everything

into the dead-center

of her boundlessly fecundating heart.

How She must love everything

She became, has become and is becoming

as She showers and terminates her earth-shaking displays

to the ends of the blazing universe, eternally

and blissfully becoming and unbecoming—

forever God.

  A Photo of Snow at Sonoma (CA)

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