I just can´t change at all the urban landscape I can access every single day. The decadence, and disorder with a touch of nature seems nice to me, is not visual pollution, even when is not a home from the suburbs, is my home, is part of me. Walk between the grey walls and oxidized iron sticks became metaphorically and literately in part of me. When the sky is getting cloudy, the literature calls and the cigarettes wait to be burn among the city fog, I know is moment to walk up the stairs and march into the pleasure of imperfection.
I decided to give some rest to my foot and go down to earth, starting with a deep breathing and the enjoyment of sport shoes` benefits, bloody sport shoes with the approval logo in the side because, who doesn`t approve comfort?(By the way am looking for another pair of this beauties, and not necessary to exercise. I can hear some voices recommending Isabel Marant but my foot need something more urban and cheaper.)