Cold.

A beatiful jacket in a very cold day is like a great flower in an empty vase.

Madrid.

Madrid me parece un sitio perfecto para perderse.Demasiada gente como para que alguien se pare a fijarse en ti, demasiada rapidez, y demasiado bullicio como para que lo que tu hagas o dejes de hacer sea importante o relevante.
Asique una buena revista , un cafe , un abrigo que valga la pena, y un par de cigarros, si nos ponemos a pedir, me parece todo lo necesario para pasar una tarde con uno mismo, en una cuidad, que te da todo sin darte nada.

The good places, are good when you think about them in that way.
I have decided to look for that kind of places inside me, because they will be there.

Happiness

I am convinced.The happiness exits but it changes every second.
It's a person, it's your favourite ice-cream, it's that book that you can't stop to read, it's the perfect temperature, it's the touch of the grass, it's one hug, it's a kiss, it's a smell, it's one silence, it's a look, it's when you put your eiderdown under your chin in a saturday morning while the light goes through your eyelids, it's a frozen coke in a summer day, it's a long shower with the music in your ears, it's when you fall down on the sofa after a hard day.
Happiness could be wherever you look, but, of course, you have to look for it.
A.