LLOVERAS TWINS 190917 UNSTABLE INSTALLATION SERIES
The streets are full of people. Stores are full. The indians sell everything at all hours. The coffee shops are full of young tourists. The yungbeef walks through the square with a clumsy look. I see him enter the afro hairdresser from my morning coffee table. The mulatto girls who listen to music sitting at the door with their mobile phones at full throttle are immuted. Of course they do not listen to his latess songs, or tanganas, our local heroes of the urban trap, but repeat again and again the last rhythms by BadBunny, perhaps the new king of hispanic pop. Relational synergies seem to flow better in the Latin world than in the Iberian one. Bunny has already paid tribute to almost all of his teachers, he quotes them and they all collaborate, including the classic dominican omega,el fuerte de santo somingo, which is still behind bars. Repeated diss tracks inhibit collaborations that would generate another more synergistic muscle in their music carrers. Here the key is better to break the rival than to climb together. The politicians alike. Nothing in common. Neither program nor attitude. I continue walking uphill and next to the ideal cinemas, very renovated and bland, popcorn kingdom, the line is already formed next to the wall for the daily food ration. The display of the hungry in front of their parishes is a classic of the Christian charity of Madrid. Men predominate, in brown clothes and bales. On the sidewalk today a boxing classic from Madrid, el potro de Valllecas, poli diaz sits very calmly. He had better days but he is still alive, the drugs have not been able to wash him away. I'm glad he comes to eat and look for some streetlife in the city center. Down in sol, the Latin women with feathers on their buns are mixed with the bears and other dolls from tv shows, all of them inhabited by an autonomous theme park worker. Non-regulation is one of the keys to the quality of life in Madrid. We fill stadiums and streets at each scheduled party. We like the theater, the zarzuela, the raves, the movies, the bullfights, the performances, the vermouth, the yoga, the reeds, the flamenco, the glasses, the wines, the portions, the tapas, and the dishes combined,some more than others, veal in breas, bravas and every time we eat more sushi, poke and tacos. I keep going down carretas that is already the new montera. Every new pedestrian street makes the city a new scenography and a new play. The night is inhabited by another fauna. Prostitutes emerge and the police travels without disturbing anyone. We don't like to be told where to go or what to do, we are voracious and we take everything at reach.