The past weekend I returned to my hometown. There I found a drama announced: the closure of three temples of the night to demolish announced. Racing with the Moon, to Nashville, the Maltese Clan. And nothing is forever, not gambling dens, disturb the neighborhood, are housed in dilapidated premises, or simply hang up the habit owners. Ea
Recently, a bar Fantastic, worth more than the Gothic Malasaña Barna, also made a farewell party. I'm taking time to see what catches due to its new owner. Jo
And gone are others: The Nile of my parents and the diligence of my BUP and COU ... The Kiriki, the Metropole. Every time my life has a local partner. Come every time I close a bar fuck me, I closed a piece of the soul. Cause I love the bars them I have much love.
