Aunque entiendo por qué las cuestiones etiquetadas como provida, medio ambiente y derechos de los trabajadores y de los inmigrantes se negocian y articulan por separado en el ámbito político, en el plano filosófico, más específicamente, antropológico, se encuentran, creo, orgánicamente conectadas. La causa provida resulta incompleta si ignora el cuidado del medio ambiente y si es indiferente a la suerte de las minorías étnicas o los sectores de la sociedad más marginados. Y viceversa.
And then I remembered brother Markel and what he said on his death-bed to his servants: "My dear ones, why do you wait on me, why do you love me, am I worth your waiting on me?"
"Yes, am I worth it?" flashed through my mind. "After all what am I worth, that another man, a fellow creature, made in the likeness and image of God, should serve me?" For the first time in my life this question forced itself upon me. He had said, "Mother, my little heart, in truth we are each responsible to all for all, it's only that men don't know this. If they knew it, the world would be a paradise at once." Y si quisiera decir algo sobre el amor de un padre, de una madre por su hija o hijo, lo haría probablemente haciendo referencia a esta canción, que alguna maestra de Saint Louis Park, Minnesota, me dio a conocer hace un par de semanas.
For Baby (for Bobbie) del albúm All Of My Memories: The John Denver Collection I'll walk in the rain by your side I'll cling to the warmth of your hand I'll do anything to keep you satisfied I'll love you more than anybody can And the wind will whisper your name to me Little birds will sing along in time Leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime I'll be there when you're feelin' down To kiss away the fears if you cry I'll share with you all the happiness I´ve found A reflection of the love in your eyes And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow A whisper of the joy that is mine And leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime I'll walk in the rain by your side I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand I'll do anything to help you understand And I'll love you more than anybody can And the wind will whisper your name to me Little birds will sing along in time Leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime |