I was in Tokyo the first time I met Buenos Aires. I saw it in the Rita Gisela\u2019s eyes. I lived it through her words full of\u00a0 melancholy. Few months after I\u2019ve been there. It was becoming a pleasant obsession.
\nThe same one you find in many Argentinians, that bring it wherever they go.<\/span><\/p>\n
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\nI found it glorious and excessive like the beauty of\u00a0 youth.
\nA Bukowski poem that strongly fill up your lungs.
\nA breath of tango and life.<\/span>
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\nHeavy, distinguishing memories.
\nThe Casa Rosada and the May-Square Mothers, with their pure white cloths, blood soaked, with this terrible crackling noise of a bone being broken.<\/span>
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\nThe Milongas, the regal bearing of the Cachorra\u00a0 and the pure inspiration she expressed in her dance steps. The General San Martin sitting on his horse.
\nPuerto Madero restaurants, the hot chocolate with churros at Caf\u00e9 Tortoni, la Boca, a dream full of colors.
\nOh my God, what a city! One life it\u2019s not enough to tell about it.
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\nThe Bombonera, the Colon theatre, the Recoleta cemetery, the snobby atmosphere of Belgrano, the Italian tradition of Palermo, the Buenos Aires starry night that looks straight in your eyes, leaving you with a sense of loss. It\u2019s a feeling that stays until you come back.<\/span><\/p>\n
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