My little candle is lit

Perhaps, when the drinking water misses and the weather is so severe that people will have to hide in dark underground tunnels, asphyxiating by the dust carried by the dry winds, I will not be on Earth any more. But wherever I'll be, I could not be at peace knowing I left a legacy as harmful as that to the generations that have not even been born .

So I do my small part every day ... and earnestly ask you to do yours in Paris .

BR
Silvana