Madrid (English /məˈdrɪd/, Spanish: [ma'ðrid]) is the capital and largest city of Spain. The population of the city is roughly 3.3 million and the entire population of the Madrid metropolitan area is calculated to be 6.271 million. It is the third largest city in the European Union, after London and Berlin, and its metropolitan area is the third largest in the European Union after London and Paris. The city spans a total of 604.3 km2 (233.3 sq mi).
The city is located on the Manzanares river in the centre of both the country and the Community of Madrid (which comprises the city of Madrid, its conurbation and extended suburbs and villages); this community is bordered by the autonomous communities of Castile and León and Castile-La Mancha. As the capital city of Spain, seat of government, and residence of the Spanish monarch, Madrid is also the political centre of Spain. The current mayor is Ana Botella from the People's Party (PP).
Madrid urban agglomeration has the 3rd largest GDP in the European Union and its influences in politics, education, entertainment, environment, media, fashion, science, culture, and the arts all contribute to its status as one of the world's major global cities. Due to its economic output, high standard of living, and market size, Madrid is considered the major financial centre of Southern Europe and the Iberian Peninsula; it hosts the head offices of the vast majority of the major Spanish companies, such as Telefónica, Iberia or Repsol. Madrid is the most touristic city of Spain, the fourth-most touristic of the continent, and is the 10th most livable city in the world according to Monocle magazine, in its 2010 index. Madrid also ranks among the 12 greenest European cities in 2010. Madrid is currently a Candidate City for the 2020 Summer Olympics.
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The Origins of Wit and Humor begins with the abrupt end of a five-year relationship and sees professional comedy writer Les Candalero melt into a puddle of self-doubt. With nothing left to lose, he orders an outdated wonder tonic that will grant him an irresistible sense of humor. The product works - too well. Les begins to doubt the only thing he ever prided himself on, his sense of humor. Are they laughing at him or the tonic? He, with the help of his best friend Pops, sets out to flush this aphrodisiac out of his system and return stasis - or at least honest laughs - to his world.
A failed relationship, a wonder tonic, a curse, a howling man, a compulsive need for approval, a funeral...and then the punchline.
A comedy about the neediness of comedy.
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2525 A.D. Man has colonized the stars. The wealthy and powerful implant their brains in cloned versions of themselves to gain immortality. As a side-effect, occasionally a clone develops mutant abilities. A clonehunter and his new partner have to track down a clone who threatens to destroy the planet unless the rich man he was cloned for gives him all his wealth.
Living forever takes less time than you think.
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Ex-CIA hit-man running from his past (Malone) finds just how difficult it is to retire when he runs accross a small town controlled by mercenaries and a family that's resisting their control.
Keywords: action-hero, action-violence, based-on-novel, box-office-flop, character-name-in-title, cia-agent, conspiracy, explosion, fistfight, gunfight
The woman held the key to his past. The man wanted to buy his future. Now both were trying to kill him.
Ex-Cop. Ex-CIA. Ex-PLOSIVE!
He didn't start the fight... but he'll sure as hell finish it.
[first lines]::Jamie: I think it's time for you to get some help.::Richard Malone: Why?::Jamie: Because you can't do your job anymore.::Richard Malone: Because I let that man live?::Jamie: That man is the worst bastard that...::Richard Malone: [interupting] I don't care! I've had enough! I want out.::Jamie: What am I supposed to tell our superiors at the company?::Richard Malone: Tell them good bye.::Jamie: You know too much. One of the first things you tought me is that nobody just walks away from the CIA.::Richard Malone: Watch me.
Jamie: Malone, or whoever the fuck you say you are, shut up!
Richard Malone: I've got socks older than you.
Round and Round
The neon, the flashing, the lights
Oh no! This city I love
I don't know
Round and Round
The glitter, the flashing, the cars
Don't know!
My favourite city in the world
Let's dance! Let's meet up and dance!
I'm going round and round
Follow the city lights
I'm going round and round
Follow the city lights
Dat ik na al die jaren nog eens schrijf
Heeft op zich niets om het lijf, geloof me
En je raadt nooit waar ik me bevind
De tip is ergens waar de wind heet is
T is niet dat ik hier in Madrid
De hele dag te denken zit aan toen
Maar ik weet wel wat de regel geldt
Ik word niet meer veronderstelt te schijven
Maar luister, dit geloof je nooit
'K zit weer in die kroeg
Waar je me zei dat je me nooit verlaten zou
Je schreef het met krijt
Hier op de muur en god
Het staat er nog altijd.
Denk niet dat ik met deze brief
Smeken wil, nee alsjeblief, geloof me.
Want je zegt niet dat ik je hier mis
Ik zie ook nooit je beeltenis voor me
Je schouder, je haar.
Ik feest dik en met plezier
En geen één keer denk ik was ze nu maar hier.
Nee nee nee, zelf 's nachts alleen in bed
Nooit verlicht je silhouet men dromen
Maar luister, dit geloof je nooit
K zit weer in die kroeg
Waar je me zei dat je me nooit verlaten zou
Je schreef het met krijt
Hier op de muur en god
Het staat er nog altijd.
En dat je van mij was men lief
En hoe ik toen dacht dat dat voor altijd zo zou zijn
Dat geloof je nooit
Nee dat geloof je nooit.
Kzit weer in die kroeg
Je schreef het met krijt
Dame para olvidar
un sitio menos gris.
Llevo aquí sólo dos días
y se me ha olvidado reír.
Hoy no estoy para nadie,
nadie está para mí.
Este corazón podrido
se ha cansado de vivir.
No fue buena idea venir hasta aquí,
no te iba a olvidar por venir a Madrid.
Tan seguro de mí, tan seguro de no perder.
La suerte se burla de mí otra vez
en forma de mujer.
Me pierdo entre las noches,
intento olvidar en otra piel.
Algo no va bien,
mentiras que quise creer.
Ésta es tu última canción,
servirá para decir adiós.
Ya me acostumbré a vivir así,
dándole trabajo al corazón.
Es mejor no mirar el reloj,
es mejor no olvidar con alcohol.
Tantas veces pensé que podía ir mejor,
tantas veces caí que he perdido el control.
Recuerdo ese viaje en busca del amor
Cantando canciones, creando ilusiones
Vagar por las calles, olé mi viejo Madrid
Trasnochando en las discos
En tablados y tascas
Tiramos las monedas a la Fuente del Deseo
Haciendo un pacto de amor
Nuestros sueños, compartir
La vida siempre juntos
Y nunca más volvernos a separar
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
Ay, pienso mucho en ti
Madrid, Madrid
Das, quitas y dispones
Amor e ilusiones
Tentaciones en Madrid
El segundo viaje, la fama nos llegó
Haciendo más fácil la muerte al corazón
Buscando el recuerdo en noches el ayer
Palabras falsas y el amor esconder
Nos tiramos en la pista de una disco
Pactamos con la razón
Nuestros sueños divididos, caminos partidos
Y fe por volvernos a encontrar
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
Ay, pienso mucho en ti
Madrid, Madrid
Das, quitas y dispones
Amor e ilusiones
(Trnqvist)
This starry bright night when I'm doing my usual stroll
I guess all I'll get from this childish game is a cold
But your window's still lit up, I'll wait here and see
if I might catch a glimpse of that shadow that keeps haunting me
The moon's big and bright and he's quietly watching the scene
of the girl with her heart in her hands and he knows what it means:
That it's springtime again, and the foolish are thriving
this is no time for reason, and probably no time for love
Give me no answer, give me no truth
Just give that the light won't go out
And I'll be quite content, and indulge in the scent
from the lilacs, who kindly are telling me not to despair
solo
Give me no answer...