The dawn sun that illuminates the city of Frankfurt lights up my eyes and wakes me up. The reflections on its pavement transport me, as if I were entering through a mirror, into a dream that leads me to walk its streets on a quiet autumn afternoon. The leaves fly over my soul in a dance of soft harmony that intertwines with the rays of the setting sun. The night gradually takes over the city and my journey takes me through the hectic streets of its urban heart. Smoke and silhouettes intertwine in the moonlit awakening. Bar lights illuminate me like beacons in the fog. Skyscrapers appear in the distance, like giants watching me from their Olympus. The city blurs, the stars mingle with the glow of neon. The sounds of the crowd merge with the sounds of my footsteps. The shapes and colors contract, generating a singularity that leads me to contemplate Frankfurt from the introspection of my imagination. Then I finally feel that the city belongs to me, that I am part of it.