Tumults of people, dark alleys, deafening noises and silences of loneliness; they conform to everything that exists and at the same time we do not know. Lights that when turning around turn into stelae waiting to pass by.
Between the lights of the passing cars and the lights of the buildings, the lights of the buildings, the lights of the buildings, the lights of the trees, the lights of the trees, the lights of the trees and the lights of the buildings a constant chaos that exists from its forge, this chaos we call city.
