If nature were to one day be fed up with man for the obscene amounts of pollutants we toss into the mix, Cubatão would be the first place to be removed from the surface like picking a scab.
Sometimes I think it’s a good thing I can’t will mountains to crumble over an entire city.
Then I see Cubatão in the shadow of the dying serra smack in the middle of the Mata Atlantica, and it’s obvious that we simply don’t need the help.
Anchieta SP-150, Cubatão – March, 2006