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Today, the park was reopened to the corn exchange Alcobendas Getasur

25/02/2010 Getafe note Manuel (forum: getafe bike)
I was the last weekend (20 February) in the Park of the Corn Exchange. A few years ago no more than two, and carried out work within the managed park of the roads, closed with fences, gates put (With all the negative that is put gates to the field) and divided the park in two, with this decline.
have now returned to those same dirt roads that fixed it so again money thrown away as they have done twice mimas works rather than spend that same money to a long-term maintenance over time. Rather than specific actions.
The park is truly been very nice. but is is not finished, many areas still damaged by the passage of machinery during construction. In turn, the materials are not quality, the red paint applied to a number of roads have been damaged or disappeared due to the rain passes. They have installed numerous vertical signals totally unnecessary, as they stroll through a park, not a freeway. Signs out of place the park should remember the field, and there is too much asphalt. Of course the obligatory signals for bicycles (Bike blue circle) are everywhere creating confusion when you walk with your kids on the bike where do I have to go to hell? Before it was free to stroll around this urban park, now under this vertical signs, I'm not. Besides the designated bicycle parking
again with a vertical sign, bicycle green square with a number below 10 What are neceasrias? I think not, and will see they are. Nor is it means 10. (If the number of bikes to park only fit 7 small bikes). Well we have again ronperadios even smaller than those in central Getafe what even you would support the bike between their bars.
not engaged in the mobility plan PMUSG not to create bike lanes and pedestrian areas. No commitment at the meeting of mobility (November 17, 2010) in the municipality in not more romperadios install and only install on U (upper) reversed (they were waiting for remittances reach them new). Do we make fun, I say tell me where I said Diego.?.
I think we should request (which request to the appropriate) the vertical desistalación of these signs in pedestrian areas, with at most only need a single sign at the entrance to the pedestrian area (in this case a park) The signal indicates that the pedestrian has priority. Deputy existing sample photo at the entrance of a set of pedestrian streets in the Barrio Bilbao Mirivilla in pedestrian streets with no bike lane.
"This Sunday we spent in the park of the Corn Exchange?. Greetings

Author: Manuel (Bike Comunera): "Common sun and wind, must be the common road. " Author Photo
VCC.

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Stealer, you do not stand next .
already too many Aprils desbocao for your dawn. Best forget me.
I'll stay here to build my suffering sun on the clothesline desolation
then begin to sew on paper Tequiero and want to sweep with the bristles of a brush ..


And as he finished mending the wounds of the bad sleeping nights I came
and l and the mattress was filled with flowers for the two .
Boneless, colors, which are watered when she cries and when not, the sulfated with our sweat.
And he confessed: "When you boot" that on hand lines read it
it's over which the sun burn.
scared But
- "rumbles your chest as you!"
- "tranqui only my battered heart that rears up when he hears your voice . "


What the hell happened to him out no longer flying?
Maybe you wet the feathers the dew of the moon?
I went crazy on Sonia dewdrops when it starts to get light and still has not slept


And I fell in love, though a winged fairy and I was still not import anything , we were part of the mattress.
Until vowed, "we'll want more than anyone pa not run or the air between you and me."
I felt like I was missing the heat.
I made a deal to mattress lined with foam the heart, which was stone last night and at dawn was wicker; that bends before the break ...


dawned, I saw her leave with a smile, with nothing the door of the balcony, hair flying
telling me goodbye , because decided it was up to the teats of poets to fly and tumble,
Troubadour container.

-Marea, Corazón wicker-

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CROOKED MAN "A happy ending poem"

There once was a crooked man.

who lived in a crooked house.

That was a wry smile. And a hamster

twisted.

twisted on a hill.

In a distant country and twisted.

And all he wanted ...

... was to have the back straight.

And one day appeared the fairy godmother, and he

promising an end to all that fear.

-FIXME "pleaded the man-twist, and my life is a dream. Put your back straight and everything will be wonderful.

I grant that wish, but must pay a price.

"Hurry, please," begged the man-twist, and without delay.

then shook his hand and heard a massive crack, and there was the crooked man with his back straight.

And for a moment that was around five seconds, the crooked man was the happiest of the earth.

But the price of that miracle was not so wonderful, because in the process broke his spine.

After five fleeting seconds of vertical life, unfortunately, the crooked man died.

The moral of this story is clear: beware what you ask for, lest you give it.

Roman Dirge

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if you love something let it go ... if returned is yours, if not, never was. Childhood memories

would not know where to start. First

want you to know that I do for you to forgive me, nor to give me the two kisses that are given when you greet a person (or even tens of commitment to me), much less, so that we to be friends again. I know it's going to be impossible, and thus is assumed to be. If I do it because all the time that has passed since we last spoke, I have not stopped thinking about that conversation. Sometimes I think of all those letters (like this it) where I vent, letters that never arrive, and I blame myself did not tell you the envoy. How different it might be all right now.

I'm not calling attention to get hugs, no pity, no forgiveness, no compassion. Not even think I need. They say that cure the malaise, soothing, relieving pain. To me the truth, I do not heal anything.

If I'm quiet is for all those tears that leave you tired eyes, anesthetized. Those who do keep me asleep enough not to remember.

not trying to be cool, just I have no desire to embrace me because I will not break to mourn. What I need is a doctor, psychologist, or just a friend.

I also want to thank you.

All this time my confidence has been really making based on smiles, jokes, anecdotes and secrets. Have supported me in my worst moments past (not at all easy to overcome).'ve Been there to comfort, calm and give me advice.

told me that my problem was not what I want. Well you're right, but I try to improve everything that concerns me.

also said that had changed, I'm not known; the truth is that I've never been a bad person, but sometimes convey that feeling, so I do not plan to change. Or maybe, despite everything, this is a change.

And what to feel dirty after hurting the person who loves me, is quite understandable. Perhaps I deserve it. But I did not mean any harm, never cause you grief with malice aforethought. If I made that mistake was because he did not think about the consequences, I threw myself down the cliff, I did follow the alcohol, the situation ... but I will not excuse, what's done is done. Above all it is always possible way not to take it. But one thing is certain, not bad was that I did. The trouble was that you found.

Another thing I want to know is that I have not removed any fleas. You know? She loved those fleas, and still love very much.

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Cadets Getasur handball club played on Sunday February 6, 2011 a large party, these are the images of that encounter, played with sportsmanship and very good atmosphere

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Getasur January 29, 2011

The Getasur cadets on Saturday January 29 2011 played a great game, these are the images of that encounter, played with sportsmanship and very good atmosphere

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When I was little, I dug my hand to the knee.

then started walking funny.

and gave me incredible pleasure.

I invited my friends to tell them.

did not talk much, but they were fruity.

I searched for more things to give me pleasure

voodoo did not work.

not the neighbor's son worked.

And I turned to drugs

I'm not sure why, but I remember that I licked a toaster. It was not mine.

still way weird.

-Roman Dirge-

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