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domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011


   I walk in Madrid, along the Paseo del Prado, the way of the Atocha station. My feet get tangled in the dry leaves of autumn. A long line of calmed people stretches patiently and endless. They expect to see the exhibition of works brought from the Hermitage Museum.
   I breathe fresh air under the colourful trees. Ocher, brown, dark green ... and a sweet melancholy in my soul.

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