Poems in the sky
Gibran Khalil, a poet and artist from Gibran, was born in the district of present-day Lebanon under the Ottoman Empire in 1883. He was a terrible artist. I was struck by a little reference that he himself had written. Khalil said that trees are poems that the earth writes in the sky.
Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali writer and promoter, born in Kolkata in 1861 and winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. He wrote a lot about the landscapes of his culture, including: “Trees are the infinite effort of the earth to speak to the sky that you hear.”
We're in a time of planting trees. It is not necessary to resort to distant poets in search of reasons for this work. But I've learned that poets help a lot to understand the importance of nature. Science will tell us that the tree gives us food, which prevents water pollution. The poet will say that the tree will not betray you. All three are great reasons to plant trees.
For me, there is another fundamental reason for the continuous planting of trees. Despite the weather, the dip we have in our head is terrible, especially since we have turned the weather forecast into a desolate business. We live more and more separated from nature and find it difficult to know the environment and to become aware of what happens a little beyond the nose. In that, the trees provide us with emergency aid, extraordinary aid. They invite us to prolong our gaze. Easily visible from the distance and, if that were not enough, are the plants that most clearly mark the seasons. The seasons, yes, those times that we're already erasing from our science ...
For the billiard poet Jon Gerediaga also the trees are of great importance; he has included them in the title of his book Argia, lurra, zuhaitza, zerua. He is attacked by the times of poets: “I’m glad spring has arrived...” Plants are compulsory for the poet: “And these words don’t matter / white flowers.”
We're in a time of planting trees.
The day exceeds the night with the spring equinox. This year it happened on 20 March, at 22:59 hours, opening the door of the spring. The Eki prefix means the same thing. Until then the night had been longer. The day and night were twelve hours. Since then, the day is extended... [+]
Time has been on our line for a long time, but the climate is relatively recent. There is no need to clarify too much what climate change is. Explaining what the landscape is is a redder necessity. Conferences, round tables or international conferences on climate change are... [+]
It's time to pick up the fruits and get them on the way to the lagar. Pear (Pyrus communis), apple (Malus x domestica), grape (Vitis vinifera)... It seems a short and quick road, but you have to work a lot of rodeos and their variants until the fruit becomes must and must become... [+]
In the Basque Country, agriculture is the history of permanent colonization. Like everywhere. Before, the land was not cultivated; before, the harvest was not sown; you enjoyed what was not eaten before. They had brought it all from elsewhere. Many of these stories have been... [+]
Returning to the wines that are made with the crops, the left madreselva (Humulus lupulus) is conservative and bitter tasting aggregator. The union of crops and madreselvas produces many dirty jets, especially in beer countries. A friend has just explained to me the stories of... [+]
In our house we met him with the name of madreselva (Humulus lupulus). In fact, we have worked hard and sinister on the banks of the river in our country, coinciding with the expansion of beer. We've learned that it's also called lobster, beer, beer, wart and grass on the left... [+]
Spring has brought the issue to my nose. C. worked at various research centers in New York. Bushdid, M. Oh! Magnasco, L.B. Vosshall and A. An article published by scientists Keller in March 2014 in the prestigious “Science Magazine” produced a great stir. The title says it... [+]
The curious interannual days end, those who eat and drink from the emanations of the earth. I'll eat from the best to the best. Supposedly. Heavy champagne and cava bottles are easy to dance. Even though they are of all kinds today, they were once the cider of the other barrel... [+]
