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E L'ALBERO DISSE
"Io sono l'albero e producco fiori e
poi frutta. Dal frutto poi verranno i semi; ma non é
detto che tutti i semi producano un albero e diventino come me, anzi
molti di essi serviranno come cibo per altri esseri viventi, o
cadranno nel terreno e serviranno da concime alla terra. I semi
serviranno anche da cibo per altri esseri viventi, specialmente
uccelli e insetti, e anche uomini. Solo qualche seme diventerà nel
corso degli anni un albero come me"
Queste parole furono dette da un albero, e
gli uccelli capirono queste parole e le diffusero in tutto il mondo.
E il vento portò queste parole in tutto
il mondo ma non tutti le capirono, e cercarono di tagliare
l'albero perché avavano paura delle parole dette da lui.
AND THE TREE SPOKE
"I am the tree and I produce flowers
and then fruit. From the fruit, seed will be produced, but I
will not say that all the seed will be a tree, and that every
seed will become a tree like me; on the contrary, a lot
of fruit will be eaten as food by other living things, or fall
down and rot away, and in this way, will become food for grass
and trees. Seed will also be used as food, especially by birds and
insects, and also by people.
Only a very few of the seeds will become a
tree, like me.
This words were spoken by the tree, and
the birds understood his words, and they diffused them all over the
world.
The wind too, brought these words all over
the word, but not everybody understands them, and many people are
scared by his words and try to cut down the trees. many trees are
killed in this way, but the words are never silenced.
This tree spoke only once, but his words
are still going around in the world; you just have to listen to them
on a windy day.
You just have to listen to the birds;
their voices will be louder than cars, planes and trains, and all the
noises of the city.
LISTEN. They are carried on top of the
waves across the ocean.
LISTEN. They are on top of the mountains,
mixed with the clouds.
LISTEN. When it is raining.
LISTEN. When it is snowing, to the silence
of the falling snow, the sound of whispering words.
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