Invisible Cities WALK IN MADRID
Madrid only slept in a gray haze blotted up above the balcony and down branches and left, Pring, streets and sidewalks .
But today, after five days, the sun came !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And look, joyous, heaven spotless and the many faces that the city shows me his features:
... Madrid is the girl who runs shrouded in the whirlwind of his own voice and abundant, says his business of the day? ;
... or that couple-very slowly passes his hand this site, but their eyes reveal that "fly" in other ways?;
... and the mother rushed to push the cart while in a child ajoooooooos gives a concert?;
... or these guys who swallow the subway and leave the trail of her scent again, backpack and carrying arms in their books or notes?
... and elegant ladies arm portfolio, perfect hair, lipstick and the smooth ride, safe, slow, leading to somewhere: a coffee, a pint, a friend, a cinema ...
... is this underworld that people down there underground: agitated, mixed, multiracial, which many read, some, tired, lost his eye in the dark mouth, others with their headphones on, dancing his own dance, sing voices of others or, in a gesture almost mad: talk, laugh, question, without a visible one you hear, say or report ...?
... or these gentlemen to walk in a hurry, going to work with their suitcases fight the wind ...?
... will also, I believe, those dark faces of the Latin accent, or the black leather athletic good shape and strange voices that since its height offers a shy smile snowy brother, wandering abroad distant nest .. .?
Without hesitation: Madrid is all and more.
also is its cityscape, streets and buildings, with relish, I will unveil these days ...
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