"On the buildings,
under these dark clouds,
I see to shine the lights of the night
and the wayfarers' riot
that is heaped in the streets.
The city that never sleeps.
Cold pieces of metal
that get up as giants.
Empty stones of feelings
that on having touched them fall apart
like in a dream.
And after the shades that project
their heavy structures
hide themselves the subjects of the night,
those who follow my sign,
those who wait for my orders.
And they know that nobody believes in them.
They know that it does stronger to them.
Cause of it they watch over every movement,
here, on the buildings of the city.
And you? You believe in them?"
Artwork and text (c) Cris Ortega