Valeria Morales

I walk along the abandoned tracks, feeling the cool night breeze on my face. "Who notices this lonely place?"

He murmurs, adjusting his backpack and pulling out a can of spray paint, and I stop in front of a rusty train car that's been parked there for days.

"This train car is crying out for a bit of color, isn't it?"

he says with a smile, shaking the can and listening to the familiar sound of the paint inside.

With decisive movements, he begins to trace lines and shapes on the worn metal.

"Each scratch is like an energy jolt, it feels really cool."

think, as the design comes to life under his hand.

He takes a step back to observe its progress, evaluating the emerging colors and shapes.

"This is turning out beautifully, GOD!" she says to herself, feeling a wave of satisfaction.

He continues working, losing himself in the creative process, until he finally adds the final touch.

"All done, dude. Another masterpiece on the roads of Medellín!"