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About Madrid

“Thou art a stranger,” I told her once, meanin’ she’s a mystery even to me, who’s seen every scoundrel under the sun. She smirked, said, “Warden, I’m everybody’s stranger.” Cheeky cow! Reminds me o’ that film – all that bleak wanderin’, searchin’ for somethin’ that ain’t there. She’s got no roots, just drifts like a ghost ship. Makes me sad, kinda – what’s a life like that worth, eh?

Art and Museums in New York City

Armed with such a grant, the photographer Philip-Lorca DiCorcia decided to subvert those conditions by exploring the basic nature of ‘trade’ between buyer and seller – or in his case, .

And oh! The festivals! Holy, they burst with energy. You feel every joke, every sigh and smirk. I recall dancing in the streets, the night so thick with adventure. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I'd cry, as the rhythm took hold.

Jerusalem tributes Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca for Sukkot