They made my city of glass and cement,
They pluck flowers and plant lanterns,
They widen streets,
They pave valleys.
They made my city of noises and smells.
They are horizons of skyscrapers,
Clouds of black smoke,
Colorful advertisements.
If there could be solutions,
Breathe without lungs,
Grow without playing,
It wouldn't be bad to live in my city.
My city was made with asphalt and without air,
With benches of old people in the sun,
Children playing soccer
In the middle from the street.
If there could be solutions,
Breathe without lungs,
Grow without playing,
It wouldn't be bad to live in my city.

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