Today I have walked through the Linear Park. Today I walked outside the embassy of the State of Israel. Hundreds dead and thousands injured in an "operation" in retaliation for the launch of a missile that had caused a couple of deaths. The first, poor Palestinians, second, poor Israelis. The sophisticated and expensive weapons, result of industrial technological developments placed in the hands of madmen with an irrational power. Son XXI century wars. While the Catholic hierarchy claims against the condom, states "Christian" population planning to make their canon shot.
Television and other mass media, stun us with too much information, giving equal time to a slaughter, that a footballing comment or notice of a car or perfume. No cry will raise the dead, no superhero save the world. But here we have gathered a few dissidents of normal to feel an almost religious act, against one of the demons of this new era in which we live. 
Nearby on the same street, but the street is the Russian embassy, \u200b\u200bwith its double-headed eagle, symbol of empires. No one was demonstrating against its punitive operations in their former possessions. Two civil guards bored watching the operational deployment of dozens of national police, a few feet below. Among the wide and well-kept streets, a neighborhood of chalet insured through an impressive solitude, only broken by a lady taking her dog to shit. I return to subway I returned to my neighborhood in the south. Arabs, South Americans, black and white domestic and imported, Chinese, Indians, Russians, Native American, Slavic, Aryans and mestizos, many mestizos, because we are all mixed race pure. Each to his personal history amid the modern social history. Some went with the dress to Sunday homily Cardinal "In defense of the Christian family," remarked the other evening meals and family, past and future, by mobile phone in close vociferio. Christmas uncles fought with wild nephew and demanding of attention. A young mother was continuing her baby accommodations in a stroller, and her beautiful legs minifalderas violets. And I stunned by the mass of contradictory feelings that fluttered through my mind, with a newspaper in his hand and a bonus DVD. Have been driving me what was lost. Waiting for the bus received several messages and a call: I have to pick up the roast chicken and chips, to feed my family. Why I'm the dominant male in my pack. It's cold and heated in the cave is better. Finish eating tripe and lashed two glasses of rioja, while watching the Simpsons and then, alone, world news, what about the event?. Morning walk back to the Linear Park (still spinning I have calluses from mine). 
man never had before so much technology and so little oxygen throughout its short history on this old planet. Our vast intelligence has led us to the top of the evolutionary pyramid, we are the rational animal. But most seem to be on our obsession with the ration by the human use of reason. 
While the bee sucks the pollen from the last annual flowering rosemary, like millions of years ago, ignoring the proximity of the motorway, the hired gardeners are forced to use the latest invention of Dr. Bacterio road hygiene. Armed with powerful compressors blow hedges to steal the ground leaves the generous gift that made him the trees. On the other side of the bushes a fleet of sophisticated machinery is poised to trap the organic matter out of place. Some higher intelligence has determined that this is garbage and you have to pack it in plastic bags (another great invention of mankind). And there is always a technological solution that moves us forward, although not really know where you are going. 
decomposing microorganisms have become forced migrants in an aerial flight do not know where they lead. Privet roots do not understand why the strip during freezing. Both are little evolved beings who can not understand the Planning and Environmental Control Area Municipal Authority. The irreverent serin 
continuously protest against Tecnos idolatry to God, and although he joined his bandmates, the goldfinches, the wagtails, sparrows, blackbirds and even terrified, his cry is drowned by the sound mechanical, cleaning this morning in winter. Any day locked, so the bird flu, will say. 
The life and death shows a shocking way around me and try to grab the tree of life which dry leaf hanging from the branch in the winter is coming. I am thankful to life by having lots of water while many People die thirsty. I give thanks that my kids have everything they need in a world where children go to war, are enslaved, prostituted and abandoned. I am thankful for the company of a colleague who warms my soul, frightening loneliness that pervades the streets, homes and hearts of the civilized human. I thank all my loved ones, past, present and future, I can give love and rejoice my spirit. I am thankful to live in peace on a planet infested with wars. I give blood and money to help a little, when I can. 
But to go to the toilet I realize I do not accept that naturally flavorful and aromatic foods, how gladly savored, have become stinking excrement to scare others, and that channeled water from the streams of becoming wild in civilized sewage. So our young bodies are to be converted into fertilizer for dust in the universe, like everything that we possess. Delusion, then, hold on to things and the temporal, ... .... but it's so nice to enjoy the pleasant, that we adhere to it that the rock barnacles at high tide. Naturally, I think. 
And so, using my body, I take a walk to the monkey that is my mind restless. I immerse myself in the woods smelling multicolored moss and mushrooms. Deeply appreciate the low heat in the cold. Am aware my breath and try to digest my experiences. I feel the beat of my heart and weariness of my weight. 
tried to recreate in the here and now of this space / time I have lived. But I also amuse travel through the pages of books or crush me against the "smart" electronic displays. Not everything is white on Sunday morning. The light and shade, again. Poderme give thanks for shelter and "having" other parks for walking, as well as Linear Park. 
As a Thermomix, I feel like stir and cook my problems at work, my anxieties channeled thousand times thousand times overwhelmed, absences of loved ones, the future uncertain for my shoots, ... the noise of my mind inside my skull. I keep walking and find a branch to the traveler and Mediterranean Sardinian warbler, oblivious to the financial crisis and the psychoanalysis of urbanites. In search of sustenance, of the couple, the nest, the endless journey. I look, the look, go, go on. 
When return to the shelter after the hike, I feel my skin sweaty and my head more relaxed. The storm subsided and now I feel the coolness of piped water, the aroma of cooked food, the sound of family and friends. And tomorrow another day. 
When old yellow star, around which we turn, is rises above the horizon grinders burst Dandelion the orange backlighting amid shady. 
encouraged to note that I am not the only weirdo who gets up early in the day of rest. A couple of riders lie on the hills to watch the show. 
A goldfinch watches me from the branch of a box elder, waiting for me to stop bothering you with my game photo to return to his flock in search of livelihood in the field. Other iron birds fly to the Paseo del Prado, where you will find the heads of his "flock." 
Nearby, the remains of a former royal garden show all splendor of the Buckeyes in Madrid in October and the sound of water from artificial sources drowning rumors of the civilized engines. 
Instead, I park there are no resources to have the ponds with water. Before the drought, now is the crisis. And that recent rains have filled one half. Dawns for everyone, but for some more than others. Say. 
