Al Otro Lado Del Río

I miss Buenos Aires. I woke up this morning thinking of waking up and going to La Poesia in San Telmo for my tres media lunas y cafe con leche. Of milonga nights and creeping in at the wee small hours. The architecture, los piropos and everything else. Instead of rushing to work, I watched a bit of The Motorcycle Diaries to glimpse that wonderful city at the beginning and hear the beautiful song at the end.


I know it's a city with many problems and worries.I harbour no illusions that things are better there- just different.

 I just love it and want to be there.


I'm sad and lost. I wish - like the Piazzolla song- I could return South. Te quiero al Sur....