Madrid, the city where we all are foreigners, adopted, hosted or in passing; but it is also the city you will do it your way. Madrid drown with its rhythm of life, running through the corridor of any metro; but it is also that city whose blotchy sunset can make you believe that everything is possible. Madrid is pure eroticism. A drug from which you can not unhook.
Aún hay tiempo is a short story, a trip where the real story is not in the photos but in what is happening around them, the unforgettable time.