Carrousel en la Feria de Emprendedores Costanera Sur

it's the city that never sleeps, and I have a funny feeling that it might be because of the sounds of the all the cars on the calle, the screeching of the breaks from the buses, some school children yelling curse words at each other in spanish, people trying to pass you flyers that you don't want, the sounds of the tiled sidewalks when there's a broken one and they clink together, rain drops bouncing off the news stands onto the old edificios, and more cars honking because someone's not following the beat, delivery boys on motorcycles revving their engines before the light, piropos that guys chant when you pass (queee linda), dogs barking, old women laughing, una pelota being passed, un beso on the cheek, cumbia coming from a radio somewhere, and without you knowing it, the sound of your own breath is lost among the sounds of the city and then you listen for it, but it's hard to hear.