Every day, panicked by the trembles of a sledgehammered steel, I’ll be woke up by a nightmare. My city, this rushed construction site, is transforming continuously and halting me to remember fantastic memories of my past. But I will resist it by “Concreting” the concerns of my ancestors, the History, the Death and the Beloved with steel and rust. Every single one of these Statues, has saturated me with the endless burdensome of this blurred era, in a fraction of time, in a season cold as fears