Crecer la Urbe

I've been 49 for 20 days now.
I've trained my face not to grind the teeth in my head, when I sleep, I dream big and happy.

It's been raining over Costa Rica the good part of May.
It makes the old men, their line of cheap motorvehicle in lines, gratitude.
They have home and coffee to slumber through and under.
It's been raining at night and that's not normal for the west of San José.

The town halls are empty all day, it seems.
The "youth center" has tinted windows and airconditioning.
The computers are frozen by planned obsolescence.

New chapter.
I want to make the windows clear and make it a work room, for real.
Ciudad Colón Urban Planning Center.
I want Institute Costarricense de Electricidad to finance it.
The transformation from a work room, open windows and doors, free powerful wifi and work tables.
Dryers.
Band camp.
Pay me Selena. Johnnie Walker or Ron Flor de Caña, ULatina to rework the streets and the cables and the lamp posts from visualization boards, 3D print of the town between San Bosco and Brasil de Mora. The way the water and traffic flow.

If anyone reads this, give it a like.
It could take one single like to make it all happen.