When the City Stops Talking
When the city stops talking.
Without anybody, without any noise.
It's not a search nor a journey.
I Just go to meet the city.
I don't expect to see some landscape, neither to discover or reveal something.
It's slow, impassive, silent and immobile.
It doesn't give me any word.
I follow the breathing, the traces and the signs that the city has planted.
And I walk, walk and walk until the land says me to go back to my home that I never had.