Old ways of life remain preserved in the deepest and darkest part of the city, and they are returned to us in the same way in which we believe to be forming our city. And thus, our old cities rise finished and perfect, as well as provided with unique qualities to our present desires. But in fact, they are raised on a myriad of moments that are hard to conglomerate if it is not by the time, in which we innocently settle and leave our small plans.
In it, we are new and old, old and modern, in as much as we are the city and the city is us, nothing else that the large Us which one can notice on any bend (graffiti, archaeological ruins, metro).
An Us not at all, not in the least classified at moments or cultures, as if they were not a digestion of the rest and these of others, with its remainders and various flashes, where the laws of the “mestissage”, collage, "trencadís", of the amalgamated, of the sewed and broken again, of the spent, of the recently conceived, govern. That´s the way Encarnación is, and it does not displease us. But we added two mantles of fresh shade to its qualities, that of concrete and that of a forest, attractively interweaving from a distance. This protective mantle of our existence and habits will accompany us from North to South, it will be equipped with a friendly pavement, and it will finally rise into a persistent wave in front of the city, obtaining a landmark. A mantle and a traditional comb, a peineta for the sevillians.