Like plants can’t love… But love isn’t that? Some lovers and others don't. Like us. The white hawthorn would cast the graft of the plum as a fake sheep that has never been explored by her mother, she won't love her.

Love between plants has a long history. There are many examples, but now the story of the loves of the round tongue (Viscum album), so visible in naked trees and trees, is of great beauty.

Many trees and trees love the tongue and in its branches it supports and establishes roots. These roots suck the host's sweat to live behind him. You know, it's giving, giving and loving, even if the receiver kills you.

Over many you will see the tongue as a parasite of more than a hundred species: apples, pears, poems, herons, false acacias, tilo, white hawthorn, sauce and wicker, almond, ash, birch, otsolizar, maple, avellano, charm, chestnut, cherry, walnut, stock, etc. In the loins of the oaks or of the olms you won't find it instantly. French botany Aline Rayoma-Roques argued that oak builds a chemical barrier to prevent the roots of the tongue from penetrating the branch; that some very rare oak trees present a genetic deficiency and hence the introduction of the language. It has never been seen in banana or beech.

On the banks of our finca the banana is very widespread on the edge of the Earth and occasionally some poplar. The chopsticks, the tongue lovers, are remarkable. Bananas live there without visible lovers; well, no, they really like bananas Asian wasps, their giant nests will often see them on the back of the banana.

And it's also a good head: you can love another language and live on your back, on your back, on your parasite.