Al - Mudayna. Trail running or running along the country.

This past yesterdey, I went with my friends to participate in a race  along the hills of Caravaca de la Cruz,  in the north -west of Region de Murcia.
The race is very beautiful  and the people of the village of La Almudema is very kind.

 It is a race of trail running, as the same running along the country or mountains or deserts or any landscape of wilderness.

In my town, Cartagena, there is a hill that the trail runners and others people used to train in this sport. this mountain call " monte Roldan" but due to use this hill is very erored and is very dirty.

Somedays, the club of trekking of Cartagena organize days of cleanups where a lot of people go to cean the hill but even so after a few days,   the hill apear again very dirty contaminated by them to those who love nature.

More education and less competition.

Tintin, this is my dog

 This is Tintin, my dog. It is a kind dog.. Tintin is with me since december of 2013. Along four month I walk with him along the country. Until my friend, Fran telt me:

- Antonio, Tintin need meet others dogs,  to be social with dogs and other persons. Then Tintin will have not fear of the other dogs.

A day Tintin and me, went to the country where the other dogs of Fran and Fran friends' stayed.

 There was two boxers, one terranova, two german sheeperds, two greyhounds, a brithish stanford bull terrier and a beagle.  Tintin was afraid, and the others dogs smelt him, and then... he ran  and the other dogs ran and caught him, and fougth with him like he was their toy , when he can escaped from them and he ran to me.





So the days passed, and my litlle pointer get bigger and  faster until only the greyhounds caught him. the others dogs began respect him and play with him as an equal except a greyhound called Shiva. Shiva always caught a Tintin and  bit him in his neck. The owner of Shiva always said:
 " It's the way to play of my dog".

 Until yesterday, when I caught a Shiva when this in turn bitten Tintin and then Shiva cried and his owner said:

-  What do you doing? Why?
- Because is my dog and your dog bit him and you dont made anything and I am sick.

 -Also, Tintin could bit my Shiva.
- For six months, Tintin went here to play with others dogs and always he never bit any dog. I solve a solution for this problem. I go a other site for walk with my dog because you don't know teach your dog and you don't know another site  because of your lack of education.

Yesterday by the night when we  went back to home, for first time in a long time,  Tintin had playfulness.

Sometimes, I think that the worl is a better place to live if all the people have  how to behave with others.

well, how to start?

Hello

My name is Antonio. In this autum, I start a course of englis level B1 in the Popular University of Cartagena.  I begin write in english because  I need learn vocabulary .

All the day I write a post in my blog about anything that I think.

Sorry for my readers. See you long

Acerca de la poltica en España

En la temporada 1999/2000, el Real Club deportivo de La Coruña, gano la liga, gracias al apoyo de su aficcion que creia en la idea de que su equipo era el mejor, no en la idea de que tenian que apoyar al Real Madrid o al FC Barcelona porque iban a ganar ellos la liga.

En la politica, este fenomeno es identico, todo el mundo apoya al Partido Socialista o al Partido Popular, creyendo en un voto util para sentirse ganador votando al partido que va a ganar.

Estos partidos se aprovechan de este fenomeno sociologico para hacer de su capa un sayo y actuar de cualquier manera para favorecer a sus intereses.

Para comabtir este fenomeno, deberiamos actuar como aquel año, los seguidores del RCD de La Coruña, creer no en el equipo que iba a ganar si no el equipo que les convencia.

Por eso apoyo este video y lo difundo, 

SOY DESOBEDIENTE con el CONFORMISMO

Era el principio de una buena historia

Mas que  compartir tu lecho
ansio ser, ser la pulsera
que cuelga de tu muñeca
 para  salir de paseo
y que orgulloso me vean
colgado de vuestra mano

Antonio Juan Molero Garcia 10/11/2013 los Dolores  - Cartagena

El radar esta apagado

esta reflexion es bastante pesonal, no tiene nada que ver con literatura, fan ficc, ciencia, ingenieria, ni nada por el estilo.
Acabara escrita con faltas de ortografia, tambien. lo siento por los puristas


El otro dia me pregntaba una maiga, que porque no le tiraba a ninguna tia, ayer me preguntaba que hacia donde apuntaba el radar.

el radar esta apagado, por culpa de echar 12 horas de trabao todos los dias, y de no querer volver a pasarlo mal por entregarme en cuerpo y alama a otra persona hasta que acabe reventando.

empieza la busqueda

alli las veo, a la sombra los pampanos de hojas verdes
en racimos de gotas de sol
arden en mi garganta
su dulce calor enciende mi sed
que no se apaga
sigo a la madre tierra
que se enrosca en el tronco de un almendro
me pongo de pie
mis manos peludas sobre el tronco
son del color de la tierra, soy un zorro, ya no me sorprende mi señor es  un mago muy poderoso he visto a hombres morir quemados por el rayo sobre el cual manda.

sigo andando por entre los almendros, pegado a las pedrizas de los bancales, ahora se que estoy entre los mortales, ya estoy en la busqueda de los ladrones de mi amo. Debo tener cuidado con los hombres los cuales no dudarian matarme porque les mato a sus gallinas y conejos.

A mis espaldas suena el canto de una lechuza, me llama por mi nombre " Viajero" , me giro y y sobre  un olivo alli esta ella la inteligencia en persona, en sus grandes ojos de lechuza relucen unos esplendidos ojos verdes