Madrid: the city without the others
that's my city, Madrid, the city in which the others do not exist. The city that never waits for me. Needless, is always open. I never understood my city better than now that I'm gone. I never felt that so much of his blood ran in my veins. I get it now that I know I like you because the last thing you want is to be perfect.. You are not. You are old, new, bitch, fun, beautiful and ugly.
