There was a time when people chased women and branded them as witches. People believed and followed a stigma offered for a number of few ones who could say them what they should or not believe. It has been a long time ago. Dark ages, time of ignorance, the fear was a tool used by many for doing their rules, for comanding the mass, to make their laws go out and to make people follow it.

A long time ago, many years, centuries have passed and those times have been long forgotten. But it seems they are here again. It seems they have never gone actually. It seems the world is still casted in a huge and empty dark space. We are all living in the dark ages. Have you ever known the why all those women were chased and cursed? Because they did something that's quite awful, even in our current days. They used to live concerning about the environment, they used to know all the Nature around them; those women knew the sacred value of the trees, of the water, the air, the animals; those women could heal by just finding a balance between the lives: Human and Nature. They could hear, feel, know and study the flavours, the scents, the plant juice, the correct and natural rule which gives disease when something takes away the balance between waste and greed, between respect and abuse, between to be and not to be...

Someone did not agree with that, many ones could not bare, not stand up with that: We depend directly on the nature and viceversa. Many ones started taking that belief away little by little and that has been so well done that those women died as witches for us to be the dark legacy of that huge lie. We do believe in everything that is told, we do despise the environment in exchange of a word said by one who says that the Earth has no salvation. From the highest powers to the small men of the government, everyone says things that are related to those dark ages, whose rules grab us all deeper and deeper inside that void.

Those women - who knew the significance and the sync with the Nature - would be branded not like witches nowadays, but like losers, stupid ones, foolish people who care about the flowers that do florish by the side of the highways. Those are the laws here, to cut the trees, no matter what they are; they ought to be cut. First it was the ones under the electric wires, later it was the ones that damaged the sidewalks, now they are cut to give traffic signs a place, or just because they are there. It's law. They are, they have been planted in other governments, they are not trees that fit to the "scenary", the region, the landscape... Of course, they are natural things, and the cities are more and more artificial day by day... Now it is another law. The books cannot be bought by the secretary of education. The school's libraries can't receive the literature by the authors of the city because the cityhall created a rule: The secretary of education can't buy any literary book. Any book, by any writer. That's what they said. It is a rule, and no one may accept a book in the libraries of the schools, no children, no student, no place to be exposed the words by any writer. Just because they want so. They don't want it different. They don't want to hear about books. About writers. The Secretary of Education don't want to hear about literature and books.

Isn't that dark ages? When they put books on fire and burned them in middle squares?

From small to small, from little to little word and act, people forgot their primeval feelings, forgot their privilegy of being able to think, of being able to Love and to understand the meaning of that word, the real meaning of Love.

From many years ago, from lots of ages, and no one dared giving Life a meaning it should really have; it is quite clear now that themes like Global Warming, hurricanes, earthquakes, and CO2 emission are not faceless words anymore, now that you see the Earth as LIFE, as the one who you just are; but even so, you, the people, are blinded even more due the cruel words from people who convince you that this is still the middle ages of dark minds.

Where's your light, dear reader?