Yesterday I went to the park Palomeras Linear to feel the wind that cleans the urban atmosphere. The humidity of the last snow keeps the soil soft and moist roots. Today, even though it rained, if you have traveled, hidden in feathers, and under a waterproof hat. Needed to "download" the tension accumulated during a stressful work week, many sending and few work. Is technological modernity.
washers, redstarts and robins some earthmoving advantage in the arrangement of lakes, to hunt. They seem to have played a few thousand dollars of public funds for economic revitalization. But neither worms nor its predators know. I think. 
In I hear a sound domestic relationships of flies in my ears and tickling tocapelotas calling of a butterfly whispering that I have no peace in the soul. Raising my shields react emotionally and I am prepared to defend with the sword of reason. But I grant a truce to look at me inside. It is true that part of me is not nice when I say what I feel saliéndome mold set. But is this healthy society, with its wars and January sales, with its technological conveniences and humanoid robots, with their desire to accumulate in the void of human beings, this contemporary society, unsettles me. And yet for it so richly alive. I am part of this "first world. " I have sort of belong to this fold. 
is true that I have no quiet soul. There are few moments of relaxation and meditation, more importantly, in which I seek the silence of so many ideas and thoughts, in which conscious breathing gets quiet the merry mind. But is that so hard to let go of the old bad habits and take each day to practice what makes you vibrate quietly. But there still, trying. Unintentionally, my contradictory to be squeaking against the rails of normal and finished off the rails, sometimes. Luckily I am a small IBERTREN and not a passenger-laden AVE. While I fill my belly 
with half a lettuce from Murcia and a piece of fried tubers mammal, I watch TV the old: the sky. Put some fluffy clouds on a blue background on which to project images for a moment become reality. Tonight act a lot of stars, but I think it is a repeated program and probably will not see. And as "well-born, is to be grateful," thank you for the photo book that my family has given me, the human relationship as friends, family, colleagues and neighbors who so generously award ringing me Daniel, http:// emocionesysentimientos.com / . 
I hope the new Messiah, lefty and mulatto, the new was, let him keep his promise and not die as others killed. Well, one gasecito. It seems that I have inside me calmer. PS: The picture of Barak Obama, not mine. I've caught in cyberspace, without permission or profit. I hope not to be punished for it.
