I walk around, in search of colors, graffiti, submerged in this forest of tall, shiny buildings and untouchable avenues. I travel in the smells of herbs that sprout from cracks, in the freshness of the rain falling to the ground after that hot day and find myself in these same streets, tasting the flavors of the wines from the different cellars in the center, the aroma of the perfumes that sprout along with the crowd in the meters, the melody of voices babbling about his days, the chores when he gets home, not to mention the dancing of smiles, some evident, some shy, but always present. SP/Stone Jungle s2 #Online