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Advent VI

Behind window 6: Trees.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

Pablo Neruda

Impossible to know where to start a post about trees? Religion, mythology, legends, symbolism, literature, technology, medicine, beauty … the list is endless. So I’ll let an image speak for itself alongside the well known philosophical thought experiment:
one-glorious-tree-stella---

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

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  1. gettesgallery on said:

    Trees are the gift of life and often so hard to capture on a canvas as well as in words. One of my favorite Pablo Neruda poems for you to enjoy 🙂 :


    If You Forget Me

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you, little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me,
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.

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