Cayalá

Creating a perfect world.

Intentionally left off the bus routes

There are no sidewalks to reach

The white city.

Only the carred, with their magic flying

Machines, can ascend its heights.

A coffee shop, the meat market, the Cinépolis

They even had Justin Bieber play a show

A church at the end of the street.

Cameras keeping you safe.

There are men with shotguns at the gate.

Down the hill in the ravine is La Limonada

Gangs with knives and pistols and machetes
Decide who enters

Families of seven sleep on dirt floors and

Use old signage for two walls and roofing.
The meat market would refer to the sex trade.
The river is a garbage-strewn public sewage drain.

The screen shows people smiling, families walking in walled-off parks

Sitting on the steps, business-people with Starbucks who never have to leave

Their castle in the foamed clouds.

Creating a perfect world.

For anybody who has the money,
And can shut their eyes to sleep.