Orion above me

Ain’t nothing more beautiful than a city in darkness. Walking down a street involved in the blackness of the night, and the only light, pretty enough, is the one from the moon, that silvered moon light. Black and white, fine lines crossing through the space, and I look up at the sky and see Orion, those wonderful stars conforming the only constellation I ever perfectly known, the most perfect, the one I most like.

There are just too few things which can be compared with the sensation of walking a city in totally gloom. A pesar de ser jueves, Guanajuato está dormida, respira tranquila en mi cara, siento su frío cobijar mi piel mientras yo la admiro en soledad. People admires her too, but they’re not there for me, and I’m not there for them, cause this city offers herself to us in different ways. Los callejones que piso en blanco con penumbra alrededor que emana silencio, el cual se rompe de repente por el llanto de un banco que se resiste a bajar la guardia. Av. Juarez nunca estuvo tan vacía para mí, and I stop in front of Reforma to look up at the sky again, but this time better, calmer, happier… Et then je pense about toi, in what je must fait, mais je n’ai pas à le faire, quiero hacerlo… Looks bigger, it's bigger, always bigger this season; more lightful, colorful, closer... La première fois qui je le sens part du monde, mon monde... Guanajuato was part of all that infinity que moi, avec elle, were part of.

Pocas cosas se comparan a recorrer una ciudad en oscuro silencio, el abismo...