My city has also gotten warmer and, although many of us feel it, love it and it hurts us, the aridity of the affection of citizens who do not know or do not want to be, leads to a summer that intensifies, if the forests diminish, if trees are reduced and exterminated, if parks are punished...
When will the passion for our privileged natural environment burn again? When will we return, with warm and loving "hands to the work", to restore the fog networks that surround us?
In the mountains are the sources of our name and the truth that we can become.
(In the photo: landscape of Caracas, DC, Venezuela, seen from Bello Monte towards El Ávila National Park)