Fidel Alonso, NOT Santi Millán

Even that in Madrid Clara can’t see the horizon line everyday when she wakes up and some days you spend all day inside so you don’t even know if it’s sunny outside, this city always surprises me bringing along some old friends who are keen to appreciate the almost full moon over the high buildings while talking about the memories when Fidel used to have longer hair, Clara was riding pipe wearing a skirt, Roman was picturing all the faces he will remember ever after and I was only a 16 years old who loved snowboarding and hanging out in a good company as much as I do now.
After all, things change, we change, but we are still the same.


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