There is this place my parents always make me go to. It´s a house lost somewhere in the north of Madrid, near the city of Segovia. In the middle of nothing, the only thing I can do is look at sunsets, wander around and breathe clean air.
El único girasol con vida
The only sunflower alive
El resto
The rest of them
Nubes
Clouds
Media luna
Her
Unas pringadas
Some losers
Vale que sean todas iguales. Pero no he podido quitar ninguna.
They might all be very similar, but I just couldn´t choose among them.
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