Mi Zona 5: A winter afternoon in Madrid.

A woman

who strides, doesn’t walk,


in clicking black heels and purple gloves, eyelashes flicking a perfectly tapered fringe,

a bright red oversized scarf

that matches her lips

and a self-rolled cigarette that smells like a pipe and vanilla and books in a warm study.

A cold wind and orange clouds that scoot around the steeple and the bronzed winged statue

above the intersection and trees,

hurried taxis and 

corner rooms with small windows and plastered, yellow square-jawed buildings, 

children in strollers with hovering weekend families

and friends back-patting and noshing and drinking.

A warm cocido, pork and broth and wax paper napkins.

Two glasses of Ribera. 

And the woman with the red scarf. 



Ya Sumeera by  The Divine Comedy

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10 thoughts on “Mi Zona 5: A winter afternoon in Madrid.

  1. I was missing my time in Salamanca more than 2 years ago and went googling for photo essays on the beautiful Spanish town. And that’s how I came across your beautiful blog. Such lovely photographs of Salamanca and Madrid make me want to teletransport myself back there this minute!
    Thank you 🙂 and yes, that poem is beautiful! Hope you’ve found her by now 😉

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