sunrises still looking out the Linear Park and turn their roads to be busy, despite the injuries urbanizing.
From the ground to the sky has formed a rainbow of autumn colors. Wet vital transit consciousness I aspire to myself and sooth the soul.
After the corner of a block of flats lies loquat blossom, which perfumed with the sweet aroma that filled with bad air in the smoke do not stop to consider new cities.
Music charcoal, Robins, mosquito nets, redstarts and launderers seeking green living on this reservation, where inmates are abused our older brothers: the trees.
At night you can see the sea of \u200b\u200blights marking the reefs of brick and tar roads. I smell bad this waste without end.
continuous media in the sky noise of promise for the future, the silence of this disappointing. Political puppet making function. That tostón.
life I keep looking and grabbing. Inspire, retain, expired. A time to meet in the midst of so much concrete. Between pages (http://www.ucm.es/info/bas/utopia/html/eco.htm) and trails, follow my path, guided by the sweet aroma of the flower of the loquat.
sunrises still looking out the Linear Park and turn their roads to be busy, despite the injuries urbanizing. 
From the ground to the sky has formed a rainbow of autumn colors. Wet vital transit consciousness I aspire to myself and sooth the soul. 
After the corner of a block of flats lies loquat blossom, which perfumed with the sweet aroma that filled with bad air in the smoke do not stop to consider new cities. 
Music charcoal, Robins, mosquito nets, redstarts and launderers seeking green living on this reservation, where inmates are abused our older brothers: the trees. 
At night you can see the sea of \u200b\u200blights marking the reefs of brick and tar roads. I smell bad this waste without end. 
continuous media in the sky noise of promise for the future, the silence of this disappointing. Political puppet making function. That tostón. 
life I keep looking and grabbing. Inspire, retain, expired. A time to meet in the midst of so much concrete. Between pages (http://www.ucm.es/info/bas/utopia/html/eco.htm) and trails, follow my path, guided by the sweet aroma of the flower of the loquat. 
