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28Madrid is a landscape that never ends. And it has a silent way of holding you. Madrid when you are sad. Madrid when you are happy. There is always something open, someone awake or some place to go.
Although life weighs down, the Madrileño keeps going out, keeps smiling and stays a little longer .
In Madrid, the future is still to be written. With its complexity, its uncertainty, and also its infinite possibilities. It is our port on land.
Madrid is a city connected to the word. The one of books, the one of songs, the one of theater and newspapers. A place where people speak and write incessantly.





