I would write about these beautiful creatures who rise at dawn to run for the hills.
Have that romantic love story of two starlings on the M40, with a dove as a witness on the top of a metal tree.
Perhaps understanding the way of the wrought iron table mountain pine that has washed up in the pond by the art and grace of a group of hominids who want to refresh the legs.
O on recent and brazen chickens Shrike (alcaudoncillos) still inhabit the park, curious to understand unless they live.
But the works have made it impossible to start to walk the roads and curbs for re-embordillar.
all is full of ditches that claim to be channels of showers that are located a little for this place.
Gravel granite quarry product, flooding tree pits, benches and paths, with powerful machinery. 
And although this is abundant, few men who are working on terms that make you remember other times.
Neither the bike lane so pound investment local, making some sections with fences, sand and many staff, in place of high danger.
For all this, which elsewhere I have to go for a walk;
that Madrid has much to do and more on holiday. And now when many come back, I go a few days to the south. 
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