Strolling Palomeras Linear Park in search of contact with nature (even if captive), I try to balance the body and mind from city in the XXI century. I find the fresh air of a winter morning sun and a horizon of civilization planted by the "free man". Ill smoke of the city have been stationed on buildings, in the absence of wind, low vegetation gives extensive cleaning shit. Politicians have never had so much hope in the arrival of the Atlantic storm to clear the air of this city. 
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. 
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. 
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