a very fair and a very strong and heavily blonde laugh on a summer terrace, facing the cider escrotogalvanizadora a bum sleeping and humility traveling in a white wine carton ... Madrid have these contrasts, also sunrise and sunset and more or much more noise, people are asphalt and knee promote the culture, a Chinese you or insult you can smoke a ham sandwich, no subway, that tickles the dead, a river bulimic, a patron saint for anyone, pavers in the neighborhood of the letters, a thousand morons per square meter and square meter price of morons, running national police morale and foreign immigrant visa photographing the stupid picture of a bear and a strawberry disproportionate anyone conceived precious statues and a street that makes us cry statue ... Madrid has these things, these moments of lucidity ... Madrid is especially lucid in its lamps where the eternal deflower nubile hope again for a good price ... Madrid is a good city to live if you're emptying the stomach of the poison from the human, then it is a good city, fit many pots and pans on their doors ... Madrid live the king, queen and prince, live as if they were spoils, as if his mere presence was not sick ...
and in Madrid and I am seeing ...
