How long can we thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying with hardly a thought of wind, and sky and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?-Charles Lindberg
The machine marches on. There is hope: think of the wind, and sky and fields of grain
Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran. Sing and don't cry. Singing makes you happy.
