Pollution
in Madrid do not need to be a cloudy day to see the gray sky. One is already accustomed to the smell, and color of the engines. And when it comes out complaining of foul smell of seaweed in the small coves of the Cantabrian, or call the singing noise of the cicadas. Because going out is going to Madrid. Being in Madrid is to be from within. I'm from here. This is Madrid. Neither the statements of the Bilbao are so egocentric as the realities of Madrid.
Accustomed to the news talk about the fifth neighbor, the neighborhood next door, the pharaoh who lives a few kilometers ; meters. If the most important thing happening in this city's a reason. "Because they are all businesses," said one, "because there's a reason," he turned to answer.
The fact is that all, the whole reality, including metaphysics, occurs under the same layer of smoke that unites us, shaping us as to others the accent mark or shape of the face. This phenotype does not matter or diction. We are united by something that is not available to a few, but can only get, hard day, a few million inhabitants. Residents living, which habituated and are inhabited.
If something has to be proud of the city of Madrid, personifying the city in political plan concerned, is their eternal pollution. Citizenship given to the pollution. This is true patriotism.
Poluiçãoe progresso. No fuck you.
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