Metauniverse
A part of my body likes to be here
I keep walking down another street, I turn around
in a corner, several people are talking
sitting in a cafe. I like it
my feet decide to cross that alley
the atmosphere is fun, people eating
there are flowers, there are bushes, sounds of cutlery
people who talk animatedly
glasses and dishes collide. They talk loudly and laugh.
What time is it? Am I in the dream of a strange universe?

Microworlds
A micro-world that I leave behind. I continue walking lazily
because I wander with a direction that my feet direct
I don't lift my head, the noises guide me, the tiles guide me
the machines give me signals, the traffic lights interrupt me
mainly the sidewalks command the journey
a shouting mixed with colours, Stop signs
cones that demarcate the passage, psychedelic hologram with neon lights, glitter.
a huge hole, a machine of I-don’t-know-what. What is this?

Old Aliens
Above, the towering cranes carrying unusual weights
completing this neighbourhood, building this city
an old building catches my eye, I pay attention to it
as if I wanted to understand why it is there
right next to it there are glass walls, there are lights
too much noise and difficulties in the street
there are bridges, tunnels, and train crossings.
put my cell phone in my pocket, like someone admiring a jewel. What is valuable about the old?

Epilogue
We pedestrians have learned to avoid each other without looking at each other, rushing to get the green light. I am part of that mass that circulates with heads bowed 15 centimetres from the cell phone, looking out of from the corner of my eye at the feet of others, immersed in the living process of the renewal of the neighbourhood. I understand that in this cosmos new things emerge that little by little also continue to disappear. Inexorably the city renews its failures and repairs itself like certain lizards when they lose their tail.

( traduction by Alexis Pirela)