... this town is a charm ... and I, like the snake flute, I feel the calling ...
Life, life, life on all sides, day and night ... on every corner ...
very wide streets, squares immense, all-pervading light ...
Sun of spring, not what you expect, what makes you feel a T-shirt February 25 and that makes you a sweet stroll in the evening, avoiding laziness dell'efficientissima subway line ...
Times to madness, a country that literally do not ever sit down to eat ..
Fear by time zone that is not there a city where if you go out on the street at nine o'clock in the morning you seem to be seven ... for what's happening around you and the sun was still low, lazy and not wide awake even he ...
surprise when, in addition to the spring, you find it is dark almost an hour and a half later that what your mind is only "yesterday" ...
Madrilena recklessness on the night ... catch up with old friends and imagine being in such a night, barely eight years before, and to be playing in Italy in 2003 instead of Madrid in 2011 ...
Cross the street and find a statue of Botero ...
The squares in the evening alive with skaters, street dancers, street performers of all kinds ...
People, people, people .... but with an order imnpensabile ...
breakfast with bread with tomato in the bar ... as when one was small in the country ...
The sense of intoxication that gives us beauty, Thyessen-The Museum and its charge of impressionist, modernist, expressionist, cubist ....
The breath does not come back before the ballerinas of Degas, green green green Van Gogh, Chagall ... the houses of gray
Sunday at the park as a common citizen ...
afresh and give us a piece of heart ...