El Latigo de la Cuidad

It´s dying down the latigo de la cuidad, this heartbeat that fades off during the waning rush hours. The city will sleep. The beat slowly extinguishes with the muffled bus brakes, and highway groan. Even the resounding moto blast sift higher into the cool evening air. The city decorates itself as it sleeps with lit up billboards, dim avenue lights and glittered room illuminations hundreds of meters in the air.

The cellular vehicles which travel up and down the narrow channel alleyways, streets, and undergrounds filter out their last gulps of life. The remaining souls slip past the moon´s night bulb to their homes, enclaves and blankets. No more to been seen, no more to be heard. Even such a vibrant beast needs its rest. Only the sun´s coddling warmth will awaken life´s dreaming beings.