Four Hours In Buenos Aires:
As my shoes reach the ground, of the bare skin of dear Argentina,
I let my eyes trail through the veins, the trees and their roots,
The flourishing green of the country's soul.
As we fly through the clear wind and calm rain,
As we drown on the thoughts of this beautiful place,
I hear the song of the Church's bell.
And off we go, and enter the golden wrapped endeavor in the name of God,
Bend the knee to the known king,
The proud crown of the blue spell of middle sun,
Spoiled by the servants and their undulating glee.
We look and we see,
And after a while, we flee.
After a while, our heads skim through new knowledge,
Remembering the memory of this beautiful place.
From the first time Spain let go of the blue flag,
To when dear blue Argentina said goodbye.
The colors that bloom out of the thought are enough to remember the free,
To remember what this beautiful darling could have been.
And my tears spill, at the thought of this.
To lose this beautiful masterpiece?
How could I?
This is the one and only old modern city,
Breathing and alive.
Even if you just glance, you'll notice the richness of its eyes.
You look at them, and you'll see.
The glint of the moonlight shinning through every hole they could dig,
Saying "I am here". - AB
Hello losers, it is I, the dumb-dumb. I'm here in Argentina, Buenos Aires, and sat down and re-told my first four hours after leaving the airport. I hope you guys enjoy. This is one of the pics of today. I'm not putting all of them because I am NOT a photographer, so when it comes out well, you keep it until completely necessary. Adding to that, shout out to @lou_bleu
(she write a piece months ago called Old Modern City, I'll post it on my story). Today will be exciting. I'm going to meet a really awesome person today. Jauneeeeeeee. I'll keep you guys updated, promise.
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