Sao Paulo

Ode to Sampa,
A city of bright lights filled with smiles - just sits there living, breathing. It inhales the daily sun while expelling the nightly fog. A monotonous swing of endless consumption creates literal rivers of smog. Debris of everyday living of people passing by gets winded away into the clogged waters of what once was a beautiful river. The division of worlds is obvious. Rich and poor. And mixed. A people so mixed with ancestry, with history, with conquer - so different, unique, and the same. The sharing of passion and adoration for a city that makes itself their home. Streets are painted with art. Trees dominate the vivacity of colors. Tall giants of the corporate world rule the skies with their presence. Followed by the bluest sky of a different kind. A blue with brown but all the same, its ours. This city is ours.