Teetering on the brim of the valley, as the city molded into a vat, resting pretty on the landscape dissipated into the sunset.
Torpedoed at the orient by tall and hallucinating structures dominating the valley.
Nights of a thousands stars, approaching or leaving the city is an unforgettable and dazzling light show.
Fast city, of a thousands vices, also of a thousands of careless joys, beyond sunrise, unending dancing, from Wednesday to Sunday, leaving two novel days, a gallant attempt to modesty.
City of hospitality and genuine smiles, trusting but observant, your past makes you weary of the egocentric. Proud, "paisa until death" I heard. Antioquia colors resounding through the city either through Atletico's pride or through your dame's colorful robes.
Hard to forget the vestiges of a prestigious past, soiled, because down here, the belief is into how and not what.
The real taste of the city is in its food. Kitchen, mostly green, but yellow, red, leading with lime and avocados.
Exquisite but fine! All your love lives through the edible. The subtle spices, infused tastes, culinary aphrodisiac.
Memories rich, I'm only the messenger of the many stories you have to tell, and to many times more.