OK revelation time. I'm a sucker for just about anything with passion and Buenos Aires has it in spades. What is passion? Life. Love. Laughter. Sadness. Insanity. Sweat. Fear. Joy. Smells. Tastes. Success. Greed. Jealousy. Failure. Birth and rebirth. Passion is everything that is good about our species it's also what can really fuck us up too. The blind love I feel for my kid is passion. So is invading Iraq. This duality is so present in Buenos Aires. What a history... Except for a golden age of about 20 years these poor folks have just gone from one nightmare to another... and much of it was caused by themselves. Isn't that just so human. Military coups. Dictators. Economic crashes as that appear like clock work. Corruption. Murder. Fear. And a profound sense of homesickness.
Not wanting to be simplistic but the Tango and the history of tango really expresses all that is Argentina. And maybe all that is in being human.
I love this place.
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2 comments:
you don't post nearly enough...!
You. Are right. I'll try to do more. Thanks for reading!
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