“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
The imaginary city inhabits the gaze of the passer-by. Fears and desires build sceneries of dreams, brief dystopian cities and fleeting landscapes that constantly rise and dissolve. Thousands of ephemeral cities co-inhabit the so-called "official" city.
Sheltered between you and I, a city, silent.
Where the impossible happens around every corner,
The moment we're looking in the opposite direction.
The steps are mute, like the earthquakes and the requests for forgiveness.
The day the verbs were dismissed, everything else was taken away.
It became a city, silent.
The bricks shut up and the sky stopped breathing.
A man stole the sun and kept it hostage.
The neighbours hunt for fragments of the last sounds heard.
The streets are deaf and unsympathetic.
Those were the last words heard in the city, then silence.