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Climate hits us

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Explain a tale that two rabbit saw a group of animals came running towards them. When seeing them, instead of putting on a prudent defense, they started a discussion on whether greyhounds were coming hunt both or a few pigs who gave them a ride. While they were discussing whether something or other, the pack of dogs reached a distance where they could not distinguish if they were, but it's too late to flee. Today regarding climate change will still discussing whether or not when already noticed this breath. Extreme weather devastation Where are the deniers of climate change? Even a year ago at the height snowstorm in the Northeast US, a congressman of science committee had the nerve to show a snowball and questioning the science on global warming; Today the Northeastern US which has almost summer temperatures, we should ask him where are his hidden snowball. At Christmas 2013 and 2014 entry a sudden cold wave in the summer of Antarctica caused hilarity of the skepti

Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba (Christmas 2015)

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Felicitació en català:   Earth along its orbit tirelessly returns to the starting point each year. This point is completely arbitrary, each culture has its; however we put this starting point we have established in our hemisphere when the day begins to regain lost ground in the evening, announcing the return of life. Solstices and equinoxes will happen in a ritual that from our perspective seems eternal, but that is only one more stage in the ritual of life and death of stars in a galaxy. At this point of balance where we celebrate newcomers and we miss who left us, the passing of time shows as so clear. Children are becoming big and big people grow old. Life is like athletics tracks when come back at the starting point each four hundred meters, but with one lap more; after your strength exhausted and when you leave the witness at the next runner, just as it passed to you when you started to run. It may seem that our existence is totally banal. In late is gone once we last met