An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to blogsnat@gmail.com are evaluated. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou
An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to blogsnat@gmail.com are evaluated. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou
Recently a team of bird researchers is trying to teach a group of young ibis birds a migratory route from central Europe to Spain. The “mothers”, Katharina Huchler and Helena Wehner, use a small and ultralight plane to teach them. They travel in front of the birds; the birds follow them.
This is very funny, and it shows that taking care of nature is clearly not a boring activity and it can be an adventure.
The following photo, with a fern, remembers us that even if the birds learn the new route, there should be a habitat where they will be able to live, at the destiny. Certainly, that new habitat must include plants, with their natural beauty.
This is a blog dedicated to literature and nature, based in Portugal, so it is fully justified to look at Spain. We went to see how the writer Cervantes (of Don Quijote de la Mancha) marked this country. We went to Anadalucia and we noticed how its main city, Seville, honors its writers. We saw beautiful plains, warm, like fire, and flowers hung in beautiful pots, next to monuments with poetic gardens.
This poetic nature reminds us of Peru, with Leo Rojas (El Condor Pasa) and his music always very sister of the forest and the wild mountains.
And all this makes us remember Emily Dickinson and Massachussets.
Se o mundo parasse por um momento, Eu poderia sentar-me ouvir o silêncio que surgiria e observar como um rio pára de fluir e como as árvores se detêm em gélido imobilismo.
Se o mundo parasse por um momento, e eu com ele? Eu não veria prados floridos, onde um rio se torna apenas uma linha, e as árvores imóveis fossem semelhantes a esculturas, Eu não ouviria o silêncio omnipresente e total.
Se o mundo parasse mesmo por um dia então as pessoas - não poderiam ferir as pessoas.