
has long been heard in the gossip of the capital of Spain that there is a singular character that walks through the subway stations accompanied by his inseparable cassette enlivening the transit subway users suffered all kinds of musical styles, usually groups and performers personally ochenteros.Tal assumption is confirmed by direct observation of the phenomenon is a kind melómano.Se tall, lanky as a noodle, stars and unkempt appearance, always wearing the same rags, pants and some boots say too outdated, omnipresent hat inside out, who walks his body serrano, and its corresponding tufazo for the Madrid subway platforms in the early hours of the antediluvian mañana.Con shoulder and accompanying cassette of an artificial staging and melodic interpretation, the Raspita , as well as he is popularly known in the network, personal delights, not yet recovered from the early start everyday with all kinds of gestures that will inevitably bring out the smile to the face of the stunned passengers.
The commonality is that this individual is conceptualized as one of the many morons who populate the margins social.Sin spectrum, however, in a way, the Raspita is one of the last romantics of this world, a being who voluntarily departing the road marked by fate to ordinary mortals, he rebels against this imposition and struggle to maintain and remember another time perhaps was mejor.No always have the necessary mood to support their litanies and fuss, but I'm sure at least one day hummed the music of Wham , Bronski Beat or Alphaville with a smile on labios.Gracias , Raspita.No cambies.Ahora anymore.
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