a Podran cut the trees, but they can not stop primaveraa (Pablo Neruda) Strolling through the village Angelito I have found one of the oldest people of the place, a man beloved and always ready to tell the adventures of his childhood. His figure and manner reminiscent of the characters in the rural novels of Miguel Delibes. He looks more animated than during previous months: spring arrives and your arrival is like an explosion of joy for all our peoples living in Castile, as seasoned as they are in winter solitude and abandonment. He tells me that the countryside is greener than ever, you'll quickly see it, but that is no longer as before y? a I think it is repeating the mantra of always, that which asserts that there is nothing better than the old young people now and before . Yes, yes, repeat, the field is not like before, we no longer hear the birds singing, no music for that perfect green stamp.
And I think it has Angelito reason, there is some sadness in nature, that have changed the musical, so the pace has also changed. Missing in birds before peoples of today. Not hear the song of the sparrows, the golondrinasa And Angelito has its reasons: the atmosphere is poisoned farmland are flooded with pesticides and herbicides. The air is stifling for the birds. Insects have fled from our people and birds have no food. Perhaps the good Angelito be right, maybe our fields are poisoned and so the birds do not sing, perhaps the sadness of our abandoned villages is a consequence of this absence. Saco a conclusion of my talk with Angelito: We must promote organic farming if we want the birds return to sing for our people Castilians. Serve these lines of tribute to the late Miguel Delibes, that nobody knew how to capture the soul of the likes of Angelito. .