Bauen / Build Erde / Earth Rakete / Rocket Schiff / Ship Verlassen / Leave
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
The earth and its resources belong of right to its people.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
We Brazilians, happily or unhappily, leave a lot to the last minute.
Earth was not built to serve the needs of humans.
I still love to eat, and my diet isn't perfect.
I see Earth! It is so beautiful!
I never rode a bull - I'm not that stupid.
We too could wrest iron from the bowels of the earth and fashion it into ships and machines.
