Today I walk these streets known by these avenues with familiar faces: Plaza Spain, Gran Via, Callao, Sol cold seeps through my clothes and bring up memories not so long ago. Madrid has a meaning and an aroma that time, unfortunately, are responsible for fading. It places that remind me of you and at night after returning home some tapas. Am I going to job interviews. Madrid is also a Cristina Rosenvinge song that was missing in my Ipod. But mostly you were Madrid. Today I seemed to see in the subway, but I was wrong, you no longer live here. Today I seemed to see myself, walking to the Complutense, but I was wrong, that was a few years ago, when I dreamed of Madrid was my destiny and more. Today I want to write all this, and there is nothing to prevent it.
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