Capital

Known for your red buses
photogenic contrasts with the grey
of your streets, constant with pedestrians
and elegant taxis, carrying, hidden
your dark history in new
crystal monuments and squares
overflowing with exuberant restaurants,
occidental capitalism catching up with each sense
and that humor that does not laugh,
burbling between the rain, that falls
less than what it seems and delays
each train, keeping that frenetic energy
of believing you are the center of the world and seeing yourself
day by day, faced with cultures that sing and dance
in the same grey street, contrasting - like everything here -
with the suits that go on filling up the banks
and the tilted smiles that go on exiting
each applauded spectacle.