«The Earth speaks. We are its tongue, though we do not know it. Not just us, of course—the birds, the trees, the rivers, and the wind as well. But we have forgotten. We are its ears, and yet we pretend to be deaf. We are deafened by the cities, where we visualize the shape and structure of our civilization. In it, we remain submerged and blind. How often, walking through Madrid, for example, do I glimpse the hills masked by asphalt and buildings, the streams buried beneath the sewers, the poplar forests now buried under the Paseo de la Castellana? By sharpening my ears and eyes, I can sense the soft tread of deer where the traffic roars».
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