I missed that strange elusive companion we call time. I tore the pages numbered calendar as the north wind off the last deciduous.
cold again returned and with them the robins, holly berries and the sweet aroma of the flower of the loquat, which closed to form the fruit.
the last pockets of land that are left in the city springs life, despite the financial turmoil that is stripping the trunk of an outdated system. Everyone is looking for life as he can.
Forests parks and gardens impressionist painting a colorful picture of autumn, which stripped the trees with their leaves to cherish mother earth.
litter in the shelter took refuge larvae and insects, tiny creatures that are eagerly sought by birds, until a stream of compressed air with the scent of gasoline and big noise sweeps the floor to amass as beneficial organic matter Road rubbish dump.
When we learn that the floor is not carpeted. When you invest in gardeners and not expensive machinery.
This Cerro del Tío Pío, the that I look to see the city skyline, people found refuge in caves dug humble. In the view over the valley of the Manzanares buried can be seen clearly that the political pollution and economic managers do not want to see (it). Only the wind and rain prevent die suffocated by so much progress.
at my feet I admire the frosty pod acacia and looking up, beyond the huge towers, monuments to speculation, and the metropolitan agglomerations of concrete and brick are the first snow on the Sierra del Guadarrama. Now is the winter.
have the luck I have that others lack shelter and to sit in front of the screen to type words in a display characteristic of the rational animal that supposedly am, while the Linear Park grow the concrete blocks that will house the expensive system recycled water pumping. Another bit less green to keep the green. Another display of engineering .... financial. I feel like I
raises blood pressure by the emotional suffocation socioeconomic contradictions occur and I rage at such technocratic chatter. Take us for fools, and what appears to have a point, it appears that the solution is to vote in the opposición. It seems as if we were puppets, mannequins.
Like any scared stupid, try to hold on to the flow of life amid the dark current that pervades this planet full of weapons, injustice and demagogic speeches about the need to maintain a system that brings humanity to the brink of chaos. The instinctive intelligence of animals causes them to meet their basic needs, while the intelligence of homo sapiens constantly leads to new needs created us to meet the civilized urbanite becoming a hominid anxious always unsatisfied. And the propaganda continues to encourage us to make us more happy, more beautiful, more free.
I echo the road, book and camera in the backpack, to miss among the reflections and backlights landscape parks and streets of this city and its surroundings.
Capturing and reflecting on the paradoxical circumstances in which we live, try to understand seeing reflected in my surroundings:
colored sunsets loaded reminding life cycles,
demonstrations that are soon forgotten,
serene beauty of the nature of which we are part (though sometimes we forget), lonely old people who were once young, young people will ever be elderly, exhibitions of famous artists (and others who claim to be), ... .. and especially Christmas, this sublime feast in which we celebrate not only the extra pay and vacation (the privileged have a job), but the brotherhood of mankind in a happy world in peace and harmony without injustice with nature.
involving days of solidarity with the world's hungry, fast copy, of quiet meditation, following the example of children newly born god. All steeped in the spirit drinks as their own these dates.
And now when I realize how unfair and ungrateful I've been to the real magicians of the East and West, who have performed the miracle in which we find ourselves not only multiplied the loaves (transgenic or not) and fish (more or less mercury), but the benefits of the heroes and the hopes of outcasts, renouncement for the future of future generations, with a generosity and wisdom that will go down in history books .
As I only put in an amendment and join the outcry: ".. drink and drink and drink again, fish in the river to see God born .... " Merry Christmas the squirrel with acorn, prosperous year for those who seek their fate in the crystal ball, good tip for that Father Christmas saxophonist and luck for the boy alone. And of course, health and thanks for the effort to have reached here.
