Buenos Aires lives in me.The sweet smell of caramelised milk, resampled tango purchased from a CD store that introduced me to the most compassionate classical music...ever, and the white headscarves painted on the sidewalk to remember the mothers of the disappeared. Mustard yellow, pastel pink, ox brown, smiling children, graphic pattern on pattern, curvaceous cast iron railings. Modern, contemporary and very old all in one. Confident grace.This is the Buenos Aires I took with me as I returned home.
Buenos Aires
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amery calvelli
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