Letters to the mayor
The Viaduct carried a century and a half of various agitations, between the insomniac atmosphere of certain Almodóvar films and the veteran abyss of certain anonymous suicides.
The Viaduct is the ogive of Madrid, according to Gómez de la Serna, or the horseshoe of the old city, as the Umbral later diagnosed it. The monument is one hundred and fifty years old, Mr. Mayor, and I still remember it, ten years ago, up for a moment, down for a moment, when…
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