Here’s this great picture.
Forget Babelfish. Here’s what that site gave me.
If in previous post titled “Biting the dust” it wrote that people lost of everything by Madrid, was if it fits, surrealista yesterday still, a pain to go and not to only stop to me to make photos. When leaving Moncloa, the high resistance of temperature “Heat of summer” – “Cold winter with fog”, added to my mental empanamiento caused that it walked to navigated average house and without knowing very well that is what did. Even stopped by seconds I remained when observing… dildo for men! left in its box in the shelf of a window of the old General Hospital Franco (I do not know if they would have used it)
Quickly and after blinking several times, I reacted and I continued walking. The few meters cats eating in the old garden of the left hospital (normal thing, the one of the cats I say), I continue walking more a little and before turning the corner… pioo! pioo, ostias that scare! a chicken that appears of the anything, and thank heavens that was fence to protect to me if not surely it had attacked to me. I begin to consider that in that hospital they pass things very rare. To my atrophied mind only it gave to think him: and if together these two things…
I’m guessing it isn’t written in Spanish.