Sonsonete date to tranfúllero mode (estrambote included)
Although at this stage of the game, I would have to and having written hundreds of hendecasyllables Bonica I still get that makes sense? You
scientifically literate, believer and memory
of a loving seeker Lope, treasure and to read Job in the Vulgate.
How I do I count syllables fingers, I believe in you, Vallejo, rather than Horacio, I do not know where you were going
or where you want me to go ("far close as a limpet?) and no rhyme me and the last triplet ? Fuck, this
you can only end in the methodology.
Manuel Arana
Response a singsong of Manuel Arana
A sonnet sent me Don Manolo Arana, and I confess that I saw in my life to fifteen lines in such a large bolus of bad poetry prim.
love the poet apologizes for having called drone
because everything the poem has come to scrap a seat twenty-seven.
You say you read in the Vulgate Job? For God's sake, say if not, where you can. Is it your girl a blessed?
May his doggerel verse is free if you intend to skip the collegiate as this example with which I purpose.
Jaime Galbarro
Response to a singsong and Arana Manuel Jaime sinsoneto Galbarro
Friends: what is this dispute in verse and rhyme onion lame? the bottom of each accent is a blister and leads to much rhyme hirsuta crying!
intercambiáis Why you turd? Well if you shit a verse, another hatch: your poems are smoke and husks, and you neither Baratillo recruit you ... Manolo and Jaime
together a scourge contention that abuse the shoot de Quevedo and Gongora Argote.
Rather than give you wood with prudish, learn so soon before a bizarre abhor sonnets, dammit!
the song, Vicente Aleixandre described it, Camilo Jose Cela walked in his ways, and I love Luis Rosales.
Words fail when large literature has masterfully described the beauty of the Sierra, which we only have one in Madrid is our Sierra.
The Pedriza, Long Rope, malice, Seven Peaks, Valley of the Fuenfría, Bola del Mundo, a paradise so close to the jungle, this is my little outlet for the jungle. The great poet
Seville wondered if she was the star of your dreams bluer, with respect to me, if I can say it is what I see when I run through the streets of my city, it is seen from the window of the bus when I go to work, is it: The Sierra de Guadarrama
Here I am again in the mountains in my beloved mountain, after months of inactivity primarily motivated by my love of popular athletics and stress, too lazy, I faced a new challenge mountaineer Cercedilla destination, has good train links with Madrid.
route, initially we were going to increase the heap of wheat, but after the spot and after the experience of getting lost in the bush Lucia's better to go to the marked and safe, experiments leave for another day I hope not delay much.
Here I am at Atocha station waiting for my "little sister" came too soon, I have time to nap, Lucia also arrive early and buy junk food.
But let's start with good habits and point out the map on google maps
Fuenfría Hospital, but for the time and because I live in Alcorcón would not be bad fate ...
A cross before starting Stony Brook
rise
We are in the correct path
Quitameriendas, meadow saffron, or robasiestas, as its name suggests and have little time for a siesta
The route was put in 5 hours, Lucia gave me a reason, for me the path by about 7 photos or 8 hours, and that expands not all I could
Bonica
And where getting water source, certainly not the category that suits
Alcorcón
crossed the bridge, the road forks here ours will remain yellow until you reach the top
And we began to climb, Lucia kidding, I keep saying that I lack shape, but she insists that I have level 3 of Earth, the truth is that our pace if he was 3, how long without putting whip in the mountains ... We crossed the
door, the road goes through it, later we find a cyclist who made us go back to it because we said we were going in the opposite direction, luckily another couple came and we returned on our steps
Mushrooms! !
The path runs through the forest, in clearings can appreciate the preciousness of the Sierra de Madrid. Autumn is introduced timid the Community.
around here no
And now for the left in this course must be careful because if you do not realize you do not know where to go
And start fat suppression
Seven Peaks with a tag attached. Majalasna really is one of them
And now the viewpoint of the Poets, here we join the path of the poets
Mirador of poets.
Compass
Views from the viewpoint of the Poets
plate in memory of Luis Rosales
This is me, with the bottom
Cercedilla
back to being me! could not be a classic in my blog, the scenic ...
And some force to replace the glucose chute never hurts, that if gives you wings, not the Red Bull
poem by J. Stone Garcia Tossana
And touch up the other viewpoint. Once up and not take the picture the penultimate poem of the English Nobel Prize
Toca time
photo Valmayor Reservoir, where water we drink half of Madrid, at least throughout the south if we drink the him.
And because of the kindness of two in Germany we took the picture on the lookout. Lucia and I
And I returned with my views, malice and Bola del Mundo were hidden behind the clouds, I think it will rain.
Here and now is impossible to think of the weeks we spent with attempted attacks, insults, threats, bad feelings among peers, phones ringing constantly, and on top of people telling you you have to do in each moment and how you to live your own life ...
In the mountains are free, like when you run, are you, against you.
Here in the mountains there is only peace, peace that awaited them outside the jungle ....
back on track, we were already somewhat late
Now
forest track played and watched the clock the last English Nobel Prize, Miguel Delibes keep telling him he deserved more than he knew anyone like Delibes Castilla count as is the cold, arid, that's my Castilla
clock instructions, as it was cloudy we could not see
Clock
Lucia as it is very quick, and I like bad person I am and I tell you I do not think of anything more than be in the range of 22 August to 22 September, for me great September 12 is a local holiday in Móstoles and also was on vacation, so I like forgetting the big day Zaragoza.
Built
dedicated to Cela
We came to the prairie, and here the GR-10
This is starting to get very black ...
Above is our destiny
We are a couple and told us we had a 30 minutes, and came to the prairie of Majalasna
Now it is up to the top
Before boarding a power saw and drank water nice and cool, too bad that the jet was small.
After testing the hardness of the rock on my knee, after deciding he was not going up, until I left the sticks, and Lucia did after seeing the goat, we took the obligatory pictures, no one was there and the camera could not take it anywhere.
The top with its 1945 meters of altitude gave us some pretty pictures, apart from a few drops of water.
and touched down, I recovered the rods and Lucia made the threat of soil testing.
The bottom
Majalasna
And now from the other viewpoint
Lucia
and a more panoramic
descended in record time, as noted, that the declines are ours, not good at Lucia, who once landed on rock.
occasionally bruised knee reminded me of an old injury patellar and hip Lucia reminded him because he had not come with me to the Camino de Santiago, a picture we would call "a friend we have in common, we looked like a pharmacy street.
When we returned to the prairie a few guys asked us if Navacerrada was near Majalasna wanted to climb, after our time down, we ran down virtually said that about 30 minutes, but the drop was print from rock to rock and heading off what was left and still ... Again
the prairie and the monument to the first hikers of the Sierra de Guadarrama
Hematite grape hyacinths
I have no idea
Over there you have not left, noooo
The rain made an appearance and poor Lucia ate as we walked, my hunger as I was satisfied with the shot of glucose did not appear. We ate on the veranda of the poets and decided to get off for that path to Cercedilla
There we took a short cut that was not such, as we departed from the road, thank goodness that common sense took us to the road again
NPI
This is the birth of a stream
Monument is not just history
Tapaculos, bearberry as the much-photographed and I have spent it.
mushrooms
Stock
Autumn slowly begins to appear in our beautiful mountains
And back through the door
This looks like a pile
clasicazo
Another mine, the water reflections
Crossing the bridge, I'm beating the record of appearing in photos.
water so clean, so clear
Bonito
trunk
And not to change the itinerary change, now we get by the Roman
many years, many stories, many people, how many generations of mountaineers have seen these stones??, and are still
I think we lost the other battery the camera.
Fall begins downhill
started to go into town for our usual pace, overtaking the entire world, we must slow down, we can not continue, we need to lower it that we are packed. And
end of the path, that was the filly day, arrive, go to the bathroom and come the train the train, the luckier impossible.
On our return trip, we ate these pretty candy when we were little ...
End of the road, probably in November again, now I reincorporare the world mountaineer Peñalara awaits us if it is fall or be in spring, but return to my beloved top.
As we do not have to artitaso vidreo der Miguel doing, we put one we liked the two
FIN
I have to mention someone who taught me common sense is the least common of the senses.
a couple of weeks ago leaving us, I was the one who taught me that the mountain can be wonderful, but dangerous, who shared with me hard days in the mountains, who cured me after the turtle, who taught me Pedriza love as much as if it were me.
I hear the song of his countrymen Duncan-Dhu and I think that there should be a place where birth does not have to die, but I think his memory will dedicate another song, if he were you smile, always right for the songs to the few chords.
We'll meet again in some mountain of a better world than this.
