This vain society, yes, you and I, trample on plants. The reader will say, here's Jakoba with his permanent retolica. Yes, I have this sanity that never ends. We use a mortuary and mortuary power (Taxus baccata). That power is a matter of culture. We've received it as if it's a genetic inheritance, as if it's an inevitable thing, not much less. We've also not inherited that behavior towards plants, because it's not a right. Ignorance and the stupid nature of beauty have led us to make our culture, a model in the care of nature and plants, a miserable and shameful culture. And we behave with an insolence that leaves no room for neighborhood action. What a shame!

The tree mirror is the most spectacular. Everywhere, everywhere, they are exhibited in the files of the criminology of breeding, dispossession and grazing.

We do not need to go too far to see the ill-treatment and the unfair and humiliating vexations that trees suffer. It would be an endless list; rather, it is an endless list.

I will give just two examples. In the village of the neighborhood, the circus has been camping in the area. To hold the structure and the awning it covered completely, they rolled the clubs all the way around and fastened with them. As on one side there is a line of silver ass (Acer sacharinum), the reins, rods and chains tended directly on their buttocks. The laces have been tied and straps for a long time. Treating it as if it were a simple iron belt, without the impression of shame that every living being deserves. And to the extent of the mouth, making people bleach. “I don’t think so much. It's tied down and protected so as not to break it. If it doesn’t get too strong, I shouldn’t have any problems,” one of them wrote to me on the net.

If you follow this line of silver braces you get to the beach. On its cover lives a row of Japanese maruges (Morus bombycis). They know how to live very well with Kresala, but the onslaught makes them bend their heads. In addition, they bear a lot of fruit for the enjoyment of some visitors and for the indignation of others, as they soak and lick the sidewalk with the tapas. For this week three of them have been beaten and beaten to death. I suspect they were killed because they were wrong. Can't we see a straight, upright tree that doesn't fully respect what the example of elegance is? The tree that picks up the slope, the thrust of the wind lying down is much more beautiful, more alive, more normal. He is, of course, a normal invalid, like us, each with his beauty and his delicacy. From a very small age, the people who promise such barbarities and crimes are under their guard. We have long invented a synonym for “baba” and we have to start awarding a prize each year to all those who touch the panpana and move with it: Miss or Mr. Moztare.