Late afternoon and we lose a city of Caracas. This time it was the underworld; unleashed this monster that robs us of so many lives daily, but the heart of a man who dedicated his life to thinking Caracas, to dream it, to defend it. Because for Caracas William Child was always a dream, a hope. Despite the chaos engulfing, the apathy of the majority of its inhabitants, the continued abandonment of some of their rulers. For him there was no city more beautiful, more fascinating. So much so that his vision was sometimes misunderstood.
- What city are you talking about William? Watch the accumulated rubbish, traffic hell, the underworld unleashed. But William ignored those comments that every day is conviertìan in a dull echo and continued ... -Caracas and the Avila monumental, the vertical garden, La Guaira, the waterfront area. Because Vargas is not a state, rightly insisted, is the output of Caracas to the sea ... William
left so suddenly. After going months were very hard being persecuted for the sole crime of defending something I always believed. Along the close-incomprehensible, cunning-of Foundation for Urban Culture William lived a tax exile in a sister city that took him knowing he earned an expert curator, a scholar of sidewalks and streets, a tireless champion of urban life . But Bogota, unstoppable growing, vital, leaving us behind in social inclusion public policies do not have El Avila, or ridged surfaces of rivers and streams. Chaguaramos Allà not abundant, palms Washintonia, apamate or jabillos. No peak Caracas and pen, as I used to call this beautiful host of parrots, macaws and guacharacas flying over our highways and rely on light poles and in the bars of the balconies.
So he returned to Caracas full of projects, illusions. I could not be otherwise. Turned to finding as torrential rains swept through the hills, and streams are out of bed. His wounded heart needed to return to the city wall Petare-for him the greatest monuments, Caracas, on 23 January and Catia, and Sarrìa Quinta Crespo. In Sabana Grande. Al Altolar his final resting place. Caracas
lose a defender, now that need it.
- What city are you talking about William? Watch the accumulated rubbish, traffic hell, the underworld unleashed. But William ignored those comments that every day is conviertìan in a dull echo and continued ... -Caracas and the Avila monumental, the vertical garden, La Guaira, the waterfront area. Because Vargas is not a state, rightly insisted, is the output of Caracas to the sea ... William
left so suddenly. After going months were very hard being persecuted for the sole crime of defending something I always believed. Along the close-incomprehensible, cunning-of Foundation for Urban Culture William lived a tax exile in a sister city that took him knowing he earned an expert curator, a scholar of sidewalks and streets, a tireless champion of urban life . But Bogota, unstoppable growing, vital, leaving us behind in social inclusion public policies do not have El Avila, or ridged surfaces of rivers and streams. Chaguaramos Allà not abundant, palms Washintonia, apamate or jabillos. No peak Caracas and pen, as I used to call this beautiful host of parrots, macaws and guacharacas flying over our highways and rely on light poles and in the bars of the balconies.
So he returned to Caracas full of projects, illusions. I could not be otherwise. Turned to finding as torrential rains swept through the hills, and streams are out of bed. His wounded heart needed to return to the city wall Petare-for him the greatest monuments, Caracas, on 23 January and Catia, and Sarrìa Quinta Crespo. In Sabana Grande. Al Altolar his final resting place. Caracas
lose a defender, now that need it.