The ecological collapse and discourse that insists on the planetary catastrophe have become part of our common sense. In this anthology, Eduardo Galeano proposes an alternative look, which is actually a constant in all his work, to approach the same problem: he reminds us of our unavoidable link with nature, explores his wealth and his forms of resistance, and even alarms our urban and modern tenacity to believe that we can do without it. In these pages, Galeano imagines a Final Judgment for human beings, in which a high court of bugs and plants will accuse us of having turned the kingdom of this world into a stone desert. It’s not too late, he says, to understand once and for all that our planet is our only house. Very recently we have learned that nature is tired, like us, its children; and we have known that, like us, it can die murdered. The civilization that confuses clocks with time, growth with development and greatness also confuses nature with the landscape, while the world, labyrinth without center, is dedicated to breaking its own sky. Eduardo Galeano.