Memoria

When only few will still stand, they will be slave of the Trees.
This is what my friend Vabianna often dreams.
Or maybe there will be a time when Trees finally replace us on Earth.
This is more like a dream of mine.

 In a day like this we have to remember  the new meanings the human kind was able to give and is giving to the word "pain", how much we did push it and we are pushing it to its limits. Persecutors and persecuted, our world will get to an End.
And yet Trees will still be there.