Ainda iremos a tempo?

Que estamos a fazer ao planeta?

Sabem da minha paixão por ursos, dos momentos de puro êxtase que vivi em Yellowstone há apenas cinco meses, contei aqui. Eu e o Vítor já DECIDIMOS: iremos lá também no Inverno, em breve. Queremos conhecê-lo rude, duro, sim, mas imaculado, momentaneamente a salvo da destruidora presença humana.

Dentro de menos de cinquenta anos, a assombrosa beleza destas imagens poderá ser apenas uma memória passada.

Estes dois impressionantes vídeos da CNN, que não consigo pôr aqui, qualquer coisa está errada, podem ser vistos nos links que deixo, que, esses sim, funcionam: Polar Bears Starving in Arctic e Polar Bears' Shrinking Habitat. Vejam, por favor!

Graças a Deus, graças à sensatez que prevaleceu, Sarah Palin não será vice-presidente dos Estados Unidos. Bem sei que é um cargo quase irrelevante, de quantos vice-presidentes americanos nos lembramos mesmo? Mas a odiosa Sarah Palin, naquele fabuloso telefonema forjado que continua a fazer as minhas delícias, quando o suposto Sarkozy, a puxar por ela, lhe disse ver nela uma futura presidente, no meio de risinhos de adolescente nervosita, admitiu, cretina e nada disfarçadamente ambiciosa, um «maybe in eight years...» Dream on, asshole! Se o mundo tiver juízo, ficarás para todo o sempre politicamente proscrita. Caçar é tão giro, não é? Até te opuseste, minha grande fdp (há alturas em que uma senhora, e eu assim me considero, tem a legitimidade e até o dever de soltar o seu palavrão), a que os ursos polares fossem declarados espécie ameaçada. Votaste contra, minha grande filha-da-puta, agora com todas as letrinhas bem explícitas, sem querer denegrir a reputação da tua progenitora, que mais valia tivesse tido um mau sucesso. Do que o mundo se livrou, quando os Americanos escolheram Obama!

A música de fundo, Canadian Road Trilogy, é do meu amado Gordon Lightfoot. Achei-a adequada. Começa por evocar os tempos antigos, a pureza inicial da Natureza intocada. Fala depois da chegada do homem branco, a grande maldição. Os meus olhos vêem desfilar uma sucessão interminável e inebriante de paisagens inesquecíveis, as Montanhas Rochosas em toda a sua esmagadora beleza...

Canadian Road Trilogy
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run

When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
But time has no beginnings and history has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all

And when the young mans fancy was turnin to the spring
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin from sea to the sea
Bringin the goods to a young growin land
All up through the seaports and into their hands

Look away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way cause were movin too slow

Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
Were gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way cause were movin too slow
Get on our way cause were movin too slow

Behind the blue rockies the sun is declinin
The stars, they come stealin at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away

We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin our hammers in the bright blazin sun
Livin on stew and drinkin bad whiskey
Bendin our old backs til the long days are done
We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin our hammers in the bright blazin sun
Layin down track and buildin the bridges
Bendin our old backs til the railroad is done

So over the mountains and over the plains
Into the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. lawrence all the way to gaspe
Swingin our hammers and drawin our pay
Drivin em in and tyin em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin and a toast to the dead

Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
Over the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real

Banda sonora: Gordon Lightfoot - Canadian Road Trilogy
(click to listen)