Naked City.
Surrounded by clouds
of early morning urban fog
the steel and glass towers
that populate this huge city
up in the mountain valley
reflect the fast light that showers them.
And the reflections
the images so created
are repetitions of themselves.
Like if the city sees its face in the mirror for the first time.
And as the light grows
its intensity
and the breeze comes warmer
the noises of traffic and people
come up as an unnatural choir
that can be heard only by those
who are really listening.
For them cities are not only
human conglomeration
merged to the material that surrounds them.
But living entities
that eat and breath
sleep and dream.
And have nightmares too.
And like a child
they wake up shaking.
Scared.
The cities.
They change with the seasons.
The colors of their buildings
imitate those of the sky.
And seem to dress
and undress
as the trees grow and lose their leaves.
Ironically
when the weather is colder
the city is naked.
And so is the soul of some of them.
Cold and naked.