Elections are coming, and tense thoughts are now maturing in everyone. This volume was born in this fateful moment as a clear vision of the future. Behind the political noise, the soul of the people searches for its own true path. The poems descend into the deepest veins of the metropolis. They move between the metal heartbeat of the transit systems and the walls of public housing. They find their place amid the heavy labor of the bakers and the redeeming songs of newcomers. The book demonstrates that the city is not made of brick, but of breath. These strictly metered lines raise a sacred shield against the cold steel. Each poem is a torch in the dark, dusty night. The ultimate, stubborn truth of the volume triumphs in the end: the city only lives if we leave no one behind. This book is the manifesto of tomorrow, because the future is not to be awaited, but to be built.