The summer is gone. The Waters of March remained. Tom Jobim was right to cite Guimarães Rosa, "The wilderness will become the sea ... the sea will become wilderness." The seasons are reversed, faded, torn. The tragedy of Fukushima - Japan is there has been repeated so many other ... we forget so fast ... Haiti, Angra, Rio de Janeiro, Santa Catarina under water, Niterói, Nova Friburgo and Mountain Region .... This is just to talk about what was news, what happened in the Globe. Apart from that missed out a lot of stuff that shows - reinforces - I will say: The world collapses. There's no turning back.
To clutter our waste - and growing replicators - we condemn ourselves to a life sentence under the garbage. Our cities of the future will live on (under?) Garbage. The garbage goes in the suffocating, choking us, transforming us into repeaters, in plastic bags filled with an existential vacuum that gives rise to consumerism, irresponsible, infamous, indispensable and incomparable.
We do not live without turning into puppets of the landfill market - that feeds the waste disposal industry: We kill our forests, our rivers, our seas. Our fish are dead, our caged birds. Do not eat more without pesticides, without GM, without any part of our food is contaminated in some way by the garbage. We eat, then garbage. We turn trash. Lixamos our future. And we're sanding it. Sandpaper you. Sanded us.
The Waters of March now carry mercury, heavy metals, sewage, and a host of Tranqueras that are played day and night in nature. Every day we see it. There is no way. The garbage takes away what nature has provided for man for millennia. For how many years we last this world to watch it all?