it's all about communication and effectively getting a message out....
well, really, i need to learn my manners! i'm talking about Live Earth and the climate condition... if you try to spread a message like live earth's, then you have to take into consideration the fact that all our world's population does not reside in the developed countries, does not listen to english rock and pop music, does not care about Al Gore and definitely does not want extra expenses.
it's that population that is most ignorant of the state of everything that needs to be alerted about the consequences awaiting us if we continue this way...
it is only if the developing nations try to lower their consumption of coal and other fossil fuels, if they start taking more care of their surroundings, if they decide to consciously live clean that any difference in this status will be seen....
and when they do, that will be heaven on earth. a green and fresh heaven for us all!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
Order and Chaos
Spin sun,
spin around the moon
and light up the fireflies
that herald the end of june.
Dance little world,
dance in blissful agony
because there's no peace anywhere,
no semblance of harmony.
Descend haughty gods,
descend to this mortal land
and see what has been done
by man's cuel hand.
Fly sweet Gaya,
fly to a place
that will offer you asylum
in the face of disgrage.
Live cold humans,
live and make merry
for soon there will be naught
at the end of your hurry.
Strike out pale moon,
strike out and make cold
with the fingers of peace
the raging heart of the human soul.
spin around the moon
and light up the fireflies
that herald the end of june.
Dance little world,
dance in blissful agony
because there's no peace anywhere,
no semblance of harmony.
Descend haughty gods,
descend to this mortal land
and see what has been done
by man's cuel hand.
Fly sweet Gaya,
fly to a place
that will offer you asylum
in the face of disgrage.
Live cold humans,
live and make merry
for soon there will be naught
at the end of your hurry.
Strike out pale moon,
strike out and make cold
with the fingers of peace
the raging heart of the human soul.
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