Non so dove e con chi sarò nel 2050, spero che sia un anno migliore di quello appena passato .
Da bravo egotico ho scelto di inviare questo messaggio nel futuro proprio a me stesso. Sono le 17 di un pomeriggio freddo di gennaio,anno 2021. Non so dove e con chi sarò nel 2050, spero che sia un anno migliore di quello appena passato . Dovrei scrivere qualcosa sul clima ma al momento non ho nulla di intelligente da dire. Mi auguro che controllerò ancora la stessa mail, che sarò felice e felice di desiderare.
Bella!
My Dear Grandchildren,
In writing this letter to you, I am searching for ways to make my connection and commitment to you more present in my current experience
Dear future generations,
My hope for you is that you can have equal experiences with nature that I was able to have with my dad.
Dear future generations,
Young people are making a lot of noise and politicians are now listening.
To my grandchildren’s children,
I became an activist to be part of a force to save the natural world and go 100% clean energy.
Minha pequena Nicole ainda não nos conhecemos, mas já te amo
Deixo para você o meu quintal onde o ar é perfumado pelas flores e árvores, a terra dá frutos e flores além de abrigar muitos bichinhos, a água é utilizada com consciência e o ser humano é respeitado e tratado como alguém que depende da natureza para VIVER.
Dear Tomorrow,
The road I learned to ride my bike on, the field where I kicked my first soccer ball, and the park I ate my first ice cream cone at, could all be gone.
To My Fellow Two-Spirits,
Thank you — Thank you — without you, I would not hear butterflies singing, without you, I would not understand black bear humor, or the creativity of jays planning their breakfast, without you, I would not feel flora whispers of long-lived wisdom on the back of my neck while sitting in Padmasana.
Oh My Lovely Faizan,
I love you my son. You are waking up now. Hopefully tomorrow, more of us will, too.
Dear Great Grandchildren,
If you are reading this, you probably inherited my fascination with ancestry, and the way it uncovers incredible stories of unlikely survival.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise I will take short showers, eat less meat, and buy local more often.
Loved One,
That we all have a role to play no matter how small, we all can make a difference.
Dear Victoria, sugar pie honey bunch, chiquita loquita,
How can I look at your bright eyes and light dance and tell you we are facing a war?
