Dear son Gabriel,
I wish that by 2050, when you are my age … we can see snow together in the mountains like today_Renens-Switzerland.
I wish that by 2050, when you are my age … we can see snow together in the mountains like today_Renens-Switzerland.
Dear old dude Mårten,
I know that the 2019 version of me (today that is) wished and hoped for that I did all within my power to turn the world around without loosing sight on the beauty of being alive.
Dear Devon and Chloe
I hope that my work helping to make your schools more sustainable will be something you carry on as you grow older.
Meus filhos,
Espero que vcs tb encontrem ,de alguma forma,um caminho para colaborarem com Nossa Mãe Terra, bjs eternos.
Dear Gabriel,
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” – The Lorax
Dear Spike, Loulou and Yoshua,
I’m going to start a campaign to try to convince everybody in the Netherlands to not eat meat one day a week.
To my dear children in the year 2050,
I don’t wish to go backwards, but I do wish we would slow down and design our brave new world with more care.
To my daughter and son,
Surrounded by scientists who shared my fears and visions, I often had a hard time to accept that outside our small community climate change received marginal attention.
To my child,
For the pale blue dot we live on, a precious beauty, I try to help.
Caro me stesso,
Non so dove e con chi sarò nel 2050, spero che sia un anno migliore di quello appena passato .
Tratar de assuntos climáticos com responsabilidade no Brasil
Que se multipliquem estes novos heróis da Terra!
Queridas filhas Ana Luísa e Ana Carla,
Que vocês possam contar para seus filhos e netos que minha geração tomou consciência de sua responsabilidade e assumiu sua condição de natureza e a ela se reintegrou, com inteligência, interação respeitosa e solidariedade.
Dear Alba:
There is still a lot of beauty and I will do what I can to keep it from slipping away.