Pongamos que hablo de Madrid

After 27 years and so many farewells there’s something that never changes. The same song sounds into my mind every time I’ve packed my stuff and walked through my door. “Pongamos que hablo de Madrid” of Joaquin Sabina. It is true that, even though , I am a current fugitive, I will always end up on the streets of Madrid, its bars and with its people.