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Eduardo Galeano: 4 phrases that make Pinocchio's nose grow

1 We're all guilty of the destruction of the planet The health of the world is a mess. 'We are all responsible', cry the voices of universal alarm, and mainstreaming acquitted, if we are all responsible, nobody is. Since rabbits reproduce new environmental technocrats. The birth rate is highest in the world: experts generate more experts and experts working to wrap the item in the cellophane of ambiguity. They make the hazy language of the call to 'slaughter of all "in government statements and the solemn international agreements that no one abides. These cataracts of words flood that threatens to become an ecological catastrophe comparable to the ozone hole-free are not triggered. The official language stifles true for granting impunity to the consumer society, to whom the model imposed by the name of development and large companies that take the juice. But statistics confess. The data reveal hidden beneath the verbiage that 20 percent of humanity makes 80 per cent of the aggressions against nature, crimes that call suicide murderers and humanity pays the consequences of land degradation, the poisoning of air, water contamination, the madness of climate and waste of nonrenewable natural resources. Mrs. Harlem Brundtland, who heads the government of Norway, recently found that if the 7 billion people on the planet consumed as well as developed Western countries, "it would take 10 planets like ours to meet your needs." An experience impossible. But the rulers of the South that promise entry into the First World, magical passport which will make us all rich and happy, not only should be prosecuted for fraud. Not only are we kidding, no, well, these rulers are committing the crime of advocacy of crime. Because this way of life that is offered as a paradise, based on the exploitation of others and the destruction of nature is that we are sick body, the soul is poisoning us and we're leaving the world. 2 is green which is painted green Now, the giants of the chemical industry does its advertising in green, and the World Bank washing its image by repeating the word ecology in each page reports and green tinting their loans. "Under the conditions of our loans are strict environmental standards," says the president of the supreme Banqueri world. We are all environmentalists, until some concrete measures limiting freedom of pollution. When it passed in the Parliament of Uruguay, a shy law protecting the environment, companies that poison the air and throw rotting waters suddenly took the newly purchased green mask and shouted their truth in terms that could be summarized as: "the conservationists are poverty lawyers dedicated to sabotage the economic development and scare off foreign investment. " The World Bank, however, is the leading developer of wealth, development and foreign investment. Perhaps by bringing together so many virtues, the Bank will manage, together with the UN, the newly created Global Environment Facility. This tax will have little guilty conscience money, 100 times less than what they had asked the environmentalists to fund projects that do not destroy nature. Irreproachable intention, inevitable conclusion: if those projects require a special fund, the World Bank is admitting, in fact, that all his other projects do a disservice to the environment. The World Bank called as the International Monetary Fund is called, but these twins live, and decide to charge in Washington. Who holds the purse strings and the large plate technocracy ever spit where you eat. Being, as it is, the main creditor of the Third World, the World Bank governing our country captive to pay debt service to foreign creditors $ 250 000 per minute, and imposes economic policy in terms of money given or promised. The deification of the market, buying and paying increasingly getting worse, can cram of magical goodies to the big cities of the South, drugged by the religion of consumption, while the fields are depleted, it will rot the waters that feed them and a dry crust covers the deserts that were once forests.

3 between capital and labor, the environment is neutral

be able to say anything of Al Capone, but he was a gentleman, good old Al always sent flowers the funerals of his victims ... The corporate giants of the chemical industry, oil and automobile paid much of the cost of the Eco 92. The international conference in Rio de Janeiro dealt with the agony of the planet. And that conference, called Earth Summit did not condemn the transnational corporations that produce pollution and live from it, or even uttered a word against the unlimited freedom of trade that allows the sale of poison. In the great masked ball of the end of the millennium, to the chemical industry is dressed in green. Ecological distress disturbs the sleep of the largest laboratories in the world, to help nature are inventing new biotech crops. But these anxieties scientists seek to find plants more resistant to pests without chemical help, but looking for new plants able to resist pesticides and herbicides that produce the same laboratories. Of the 10 companies producing the world's largest seed, six produced pesticides (Sandoz, Ciba-Geigy, Dekalb, Pfiezer, Upjohn, Shell, ICI). The chemical industry not have masochistic tendencies. The recovery of the planet or what we have left it implies the allegation of impunity of money and human freedom. Ecology neutral, rather it seems to gardening, they become complicit in the injustice of a world where healthy food, clean water, clean air and silence are not privileges but rights of all of the few who can afford . Chico Mendes, the rubber workers, was assassinated in late 1988 in the Brazilian Amazon, for believing what he believed, that environmental activism can not be divorced from the social struggle. Men believed that the Amazon forest will not be saved until you do land reform in Brazil. Five years later crime, the Brazilian bishops charged that over 100 rural workers are murdered each year in the struggle for land, and estimated that four million farmers out of work go to the cities from the fields of interior.Adaptando the figures for each country, the bishops' statement portrays Latin America. Latin American cities, swollen to bursting by the incessant invasion of exiles from the field, are an ecological disaster, a catastrophe that can not be understood or changed within the boundaries of ecology, social deaf to the cries and blind to the political commitment .

4 Nature outside us In his 10 commandments, God forgot to mention the nature. Among the orders sent to us from Mount Sinai, the Lord might have added, for instance: "Honor the nature of which forms part." But it did not occur. Five centuries ago, when America was captured by the world market, civilization invasive ecology confused with idolatry. The communion with nature was a sin. And deserved punishment. According to chronicles of the Conquest., nomadic Indians who used to dress never flayed bark the entire trunk, not to destroy the tree, and the sedentary Indians planted various crops and rest periods, not to tire to the ground. Civilization coming to impose devastating export monocultures could not understand the culture integrated with nature, and mingled with the call demonic or ignorance. For claiming to be Western civilization and Christian, nature was a beast who had to tame and punish to function as a machine, making our service has always and forever. Nature that was eternal, we had slavery. Very recently We have learned that nature is tired, like us, their children, and we learned that, like us, may be killed. We no longer speak to subdue nature to his executioners now say they must be protected. But in either case, subject nature and nature protection, it is beyond us. Civilization that is confusing to watch over time, the development and growth as big with greatness, it also confuses the nature of the landscape, while the world, a labyrinth without a center, is dedicated to breaking his own heaven. Eduardo Galeano .- "Four phrases that make Pinocchio's nose grow"

Pondicherry Birth And Death

Preface .- Manual of a Warrior of Light.

Manual of Warrior of Light .- Prologue .- "On the beach east of the village, there is an island, with a huge temple filled with bells," said the woman. The child noticed that she wore strange clothes and wore a veil covering her hair. I had never seen before. - You already know? She asked. Go there and tell me what you think. Seduced by the beauty of women, children went to the right place. He sat in the sand and watched the horizon, but saw nothing different from what was used to seeing: the blue sky and the ocean. Disappointed, he walked to a nearby fishing village and asked on an island with a temple. "Oh, that was long ago, at the time that my grandparents lived here," said an old fisherman. There was an earthquake and the island sank into the sea. However, even though we can not see the island and still hear the bells of his church, when the sea the waves at the bottom. The boy returned to the beach and tried to hear the bells. He spent the whole afternoon there, but only managed to hear the sound of the waves and the cries of the gulls. When night arrived, his parents came looking for him. The next morning, he returned to the beach could not believe that a beautiful woman could tell lies. If any day she returned, he could tell I had not seen the island, but had heard the bells of the temple that caused water movement sounded. So many months passed, the woman did not return, and forgot the boy, now he was convinced that I had to discover the riches and treasures of the temple submerged. If you listen to the bells, he would know his location and could rescue the treasure hidden there. No longer was more interested in school, or for your group of friends. It became the preferred object of ridicule from other children, who used to say: "It's not like us, prefer to stare at the sea because they are afraid of losing our games. "And everyone laughed, watching the child sitting on the edge of the beach. Although not got to hear the old bells of the temple, the boy was learning different things. He began to perceive that, in both the sound of the waves no longer distracted by them left. A short time later, also became accustomed to the cries of the gulls, the buzzing of bees and the wind blowing in the leaves of palm trees. Six months after his first conversation with the woman The child was already able to not be distracted by any noise, but still did not hear the bells of the temple submerged. Other fishermen came to talk with him and insisted - "We hear them! "They said. But the boy could not. Some time later, fishermen changed their attitude. "You're too worried about the noise of the submerged bells, forget about them and returns to play with your friends. Might just get to hear fishermen. After nearly a year, the boy thought: "Maybe these men are right. It is better to grow, become a fisherman and back every morning at the beach because I have a fond of it." And he also thought: "Perhaps all this is a legend and with the earthquake, the bells are broken and never play again." That afternoon, he decided to return to casa.Se approached her to say goodbye to the ocean. Looked once more the nature and, as he was not concerned with bells, could smile with the beauty of the song of the gulls, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the leaves of palm trees. Heard in the distance the voice of his friends playing and was happy to know that he would soon return to their playground. The child was happy and, in the way only a child can do, thanks for being alive. He was sure he had not lost his time, he had learned to admire and revere nature. Then, he could hear the sea gulls, the wind in the leaves of palm trees the voices of his friends playing, also heard the first bell. And then another. And another, until all the submerged temple bells played, to his joy. Years later, as a man, returned to the village and the beach of his childhood. Not intended to rescue any treasure of the sea, maybe all this had been the fruit of his imagination, and had never heard the bell submerged in an afternoon loss of his childhood. Even so, he decided to walk a bit to hear the sound of the wind and the singing of the seagulls. Would not be surprised to see sitting in the sand, the woman who had spoken on the island and its temple. - What are you doing here? He asked. "Wait for you" she said. He noticed that although many years had passed, she kept the same appearance: the veil that hid her hair did not look faded by time. She offered him a blue notebook with blank sheets. "Write: A Warrior of Light pays attention to the eyes of a child. Because they know see the world without bitterness. When he wants to know if the person next to him is to be trusted, try viewing it as you would a child. - What is a warrior of light? "You know," she said, smiling. Is one that is able to understand the miracle of life, fighting to the end for something to believe, and then hear the bells sounded in the sea bed. He had never believed a warrior of light. The woman seemed to know his thoughts. All are capable of this. And no one is considered a warrior of light, even though all are. He looked at the pages of the notebook. The woman smiled again. "Write on the warrior," he said. "Manual of a Warrior of Light." Paulo Coelho.