Salviamo la nonna Quercia
di Castelvetro Piacentino 
Lettera della Grande Quercia
Lettera della Grande Quercia 23 gennaio 2010
Ciao, I am the Great Oak. I live 200 or 300 years - boh, I forget ... you know, the memory misfires - at Castelvetro Piacentino, near Oppiazzi . You say, an oak because I write? Simple: I need te.Ti tell my story. I was born by the will of a man who loved trees, especially oaks. He said that we are the proud oaks and become great and powerful man like him. I knew nothing of the power and greatness, I was little and fragile. Every time a storm came I was trying to more firmly to the ground, because I feared that the wind would take me away. Growing up, I later learned that the wind should not be obstacles, but instead must listen, so I became a friend of the wind and I started to play with him. I became more and more high and I was increasingly difficult to watch the world was moving under me, I was easier to look up. Even my male friends always did, they always looked up. So I saw things I never thought to find out. A wonderful world, dark, bright stars and magical sounds. Belloooooo! I thought the world was just that. Until one day I discovered that there were other things too. My friend, the man who gave me life, was gone. He was gone in a distant world that I knew had to be terrible because all cry when they pronounce that name and they are afraid. The country is "death." I thought it was a country, then one day I discovered that it is not. Death is not a country but is a place not far or near, neither bad nor good, simply the place where we go when our body and our branches are too old and no longer needed. In this place we find everything and everybody, we find those we love and we want to find. So many things I learned in my long life! I also found that men like to think that everything is on their planet. They think that the earth has them, continue to look up and do not care all that trample. You know, I did not walk and I never could move from where I am. Everything I learned I learned because I listened to those who wanted to talk to me, like birds, flying higher and higher, but who can look down. I like to listen to the voice of the world, but being a grandmother oak I have also learned to listen with your heart: I read in the hearts of all. I discover so many cose.La loneliness, for example. Many feel alone in this world. You know what I say? Loneliness is not a bad thing. Loneliness is just an opportunity for growth. You do not grow if you run, do not grow if you're surrounded by noise and try to make you scream ascoltare.La voice of silence teaches more than a thousand professors screaming. The loneliness you bring your silence, the silence and many have experienced in my big umbrella. My branches have protected the hearts of many men and women, children and animals who wanted to listen to and who were able to listen. I am the Great Oak and I live for those who want amarsi.Mi'd love you to come and see me, but you must act quickly because the man who always looks at the top I want to cut. At my place will be built a great road to six lanes, which will run even faster man. I'm not afraid to die (I find that death is a bluff), I know that I would live again and then one day return. But I think of all those hearts that no longer be able to listen because they will be surrounded by noise. Help me. Io non sono importante, sono solo una semplice creatura che ha bisogno di te. Dammi una mano: fai sapere quello che vogliono fare. So di chiederti molto, ma so anche che il tuo cuore è bello e grande. E’ grande come sono grande io.
La Grande Nonna Quercia
Questa è la storia della grande nonna Quercia. Il finale della storia lo scriveranno ancora una volta gli uomini. Io mi auguro dal profondo del mio cuore che il finale sia silenzioso e pieno d’amore. Ciao Grazie per avermi ascoltata Daniela.
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