Let the players of Real Madrid CF convince you to come visit Madrid, a city of rich culture, amazing food and a beautiful history!
Visit Spain. Visit Madrid.
El Prado Museum,Madrid. SPAIN
One of my favourite places when skipping classes.Those were the times…..
(Source: laura-b-fernandez)
“Spain Timelapses Series: Madrid”
Primer video en una serie en Timelapses que estamos realizando sobre Espana
First video in a series of timelapses that we are doing on Spain
I promise I will roam the business district. I haven’t seen any of those ultra-modern buildings.
(Source: abywashere)
Picture of the Hotel I stayed at in Madrid when I went there on a business trip last year I loved this city, one of the greatest experience of my life. Find more information about accomodation there on: <a href=”http://www.subwayhotels.com/Madrid/”>Madrid Trip</a>
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Sol esta noche.
San Jerónimo El Real Church
(Submitted by lalitab)
Plaza de Sol.
Plaza de Sol.
Bronze statues of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, at the Plaza de España in Madrid.
“In some village in La Mancha, whose name I do not care to recall, there dwelt not so long ago a gentleman of the type wont to keep an unused lance, an old shield, a skinny old horse, and a greyhound for racing.”
Madrid, Spain New Yorkers can say what they like: Madrid is the true city that never sleeps. The energy in this nocturnal town, where even grandmothers jostle for taxis at 4 a.m., is infectious. It’s also decidedly European: designer names from across the continent fill boutiques; big-name chefs whip up tasting menus at see-and-be-seen restaurants; and glamorous hotels dot the skyline. Though the afternoon siesta is losing ground, tradition remains in the tapas bar and in the warmth of Madrileños, who are as proud—of their royal family, their cuisine, their art—as they are generous: they want you to love Madrid too.
Pongamos que hablo de Madrid...
Allá donde se cruzan los caminos,
donde el mar no se puede concebir,
donde regresa siempre el fugitivo,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
Donde el deseo viaja en ascensores
un agujero queda para mí
que me dejo la vida en sus rincones,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
Las niñas ya no quieren ser princesas
y a los niños les da por perseguir
el mar dentro de un vaso de ginebra,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
Los pájaros visitan al psiquiatra,
las estrellas se olvidan de salir,
la muerte pasa en ambulancias blancas,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
El sol es una estufa de butano,
la vida un metro a punto de partir,
hay una jeringuilla en el lavabo,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
Cuando la muerte venga a visitarme
no me despiertes, déjame dormir,
aquí he vivido, aquí quiero quedarme,
pongamos que hablo de Madrid.
