ABSTRACT

Today, urban life is a gift: a daily negotiation that reconciles opposites, a contrast between genuine ugliness and prefabricated beauty, between a never-arriving prosperity and an ever-expanding poverty. In Latin America, urbanism is also a rejection of discipline, a miracle of order in spite of everything, an uncertain combination of strength and fragility, eating itself from its moment of birth, so that—almost without paradox—the present generation can take revenge on the indifference that will be professed by forthcoming generations (“They are going to forget us, so we bequeath to them these ruins”).