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. 
