** Title: "Seraph, the tires" ** --- ** ext. Calle de Madrid - Night ** A worn Seat Toledo, "La Carolina", advances through the illuminated streets in Madrid. The yellow lights of the street lamps reflect on the windshield wet by light rain. The sound of the windshield wiper accompanies the melancholic environment. ** Voice of off (Serafín) ** Madrid never sleeps. Neither me. "La Carolina" and I have been touring these streets for five years, listening to stories that come and go. ** INT. Taxi - Continuous ** Seraph, forty, hair dotted with gray hair, deep eyes and face marked by time, leads calmly. His countenance is serene, but there is a flash of melancholy in his gaze. Look for the rearview mirror, although there is no one behind. ** Voice of off (Serafín) ** Every night, "La Carolina" and I are witnesses of lives fugaces, stories that last what a journey. Seraph turns off the radio. Only the murmur of the city and the noise of the tires on the wet asphalt is heard.