eleven years, going to Madrid is to think of someone who will never see.
I owe part of who I am. Much of what I am. Phrases I say. Expressions. Worldviews. Certain militancy.
If you see on the street not recognize.
no longer speak. No matter: it is within me.
He is me.
not talk to someone else who will never see.
do not know his name and asked to leave.
I've told a thousand times. It is an old story.
In this three years ago.
returned for a while and it was worse. It was much worse.
I know I can not go to the Plaza Mayor without my stomach upside down again . And I'm dying to take a picture Debod night's temple, but probably will not ever.
Whenever I go to Madrid I do, too. Feels
well (and so bad)
at the same time ...
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