El alma no tiene color

The massive incoming residents soon shaped a true nonformal linear city that goes through Coslada, Rivas and Getafe municipalities, divided into 6 sectors.
It is composed of heterogeneous buildings resulting from a wide range of socioeconomic reality.

Despite their differences, all of them have something in common: they lack house property title and suffer the stigma of living in the Cañada Real.

We propose an acupuncture project on the public space, joining the whole area with words and verses that compose the song «El alma no tiene color» by painting linearly and chronologically the different facades from the first to the sixth sector. The intervention makes sense once we’ve roamed the 16 km of Cañada. We created a chromatic walk, assigning a color shade to every sector. Inside them, we find slight gradient variations. The changing colors speak us about the difference between sectors, houses, and people as we walk through the project. But at the same time, they are merged with the same statement, painted in white color: in the end, the soul has no color:

Don’t regard at the color of my skin because the sun looked at me.
I was born in flesh and bone, I was a boy.
I belong to my land, it is a part of me.
And if you allow me, I am a foreigner, as we all are.
I am made of flesh, not iron; I am all heart full of imperfection
As everybody, no one is perfect,
And if you hurt me, I also feel it.
Don’t put me limits,
It is unfair and cruel
It hurts, it hurts
The soul has no color and I don’t want
to judge and to paint it with anger,
with so much outdated thoughts.
Do not regard at the color of my skin because the sun looked at me.
Do not let my condition be the subject of a snub.
In my universe everything is diverse
I express it just how I feel it, I feel it.
I am made of flesh, not iron
I am all heart full of imperfection
As everybody, no one is perfect,
And if you hurt me, I also feel it.
The heart is fragile
and it costs too much to hurt it
No one knows how I feel.