there anything you love European city. That something is also present in Latin America, grafted to pieces, cuttings from cuttings at different times in history, is sensed in some increasingly scarce and corners of Santiago, Valparaiso remainder of the nineteenth century, the pride of the city Concepción. Buenos Aires is inevitably something of that dominant personality of the European climate that one likes and admires. At least as many cities in the now defunct English empire. The bulk of all that lives and confirm it, of course, in Europe itself. But what is what Like one of Europe? Is it aesthetic? I have the feeling that yes, it is largely a cosmetic issue, considering that preferences for certain cultural spectrum should include aesthetic criteria. If I like France, I like the feeling of France, aisthesis of France: Monet painting that, that combination of colors of the Costa Azul, those flavors of the food in Paris, that romantic singsong tongue, that sophisticated fashion. If you appreciate the hospitality of the Italians, in fact, I appreciate the hospitality that we should expect of every human being, but in this case comes from Italian and has characteristics that identify and Italian.
part is where my conflict. Walk around a European city fascinated by art, so I produce the roofs of Gothenburg (as the poem of John Cameron), the facades of old buildings. I think that belongs to all mankind, just because of their enjoyment. Until I realize who she is and has been really impressive manufacturer of iron towers, castles and stone buildings with eclectic ornamentation: a minority tight. Pretentious architecture of the last two centuries loudly sings the greatness of the bourgeois desire, their desire to imitate the glory, taste, and waste aristocrat, the confidence in his mastery of the world and nature. How beautiful is Europe!, But nice for those who have constructed their own way, for those who captivate us while paralyze us with its magnificence. The nice thing is the original version of the high district houses, but no fences or front yard, not for lack of money, but space and practicality in the city.
Following this historical overview of the European city we so admire, I must admit that there is room for some hope of not only democracy, but something larger: the secularization and globalization. Inventions, technological innovations, institutions themselves, born of a sum of individual initiatives, the utility of which is dimensioned in its length but in its distribution. The genius of one is an example of the possibilities for all humanity. The upstart allegory of progress we see in the architecture and design of European cities shows a desire to change the world, and the awareness that this transformation is possible, at a time when the bourgeois struggle against absolute monarchical power was still raging. Having won in the nineteenth century, the bourgeois sat on its laurels and has become the hated aristocrat. Today is for continuing, expanding and deepening the struggle. The splendor of the city bourgeois today tells me that: the world is susceptible to transformation. The story was of them, and today is also ours.
