Buenos Aires, Cap. Fed.

… Buenos Aires … Buenos Aires …

across the sea and the ocean

in the other side of time


… Buenos Aires …

sublime architecture of anonimous artists

dusty libraries where dead memories are alive and free

parks and gardens

museums full of mistery


… Buenos Aires …

cradle of lot of writers

cradle of me

I walked in your spiritual streets

full of ghosts and freaks


… Buenos Aires …

in your corners I loved

I kissed

I prayed to God 

to take me away from you


… Buenos Aires …

in you I was a child


it take another country

to see me as a man


… Buenos Aires …

lost in the fog of my memories

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