While I was in Salta, I stayed in a room with three English girls I met in Iguazu. On our first morning together, I was given two scones at breakfast while Eve got only one. Naturally, she concluded that if anything bad happened that day, it would be due to her lack of scone satisfaction. In an attempt to appease her, I wrote her an apology poem, composed solely of rhyming couplets I hurriedly made up at the table. The following poem was written in about the same amount of time, with roughly the same amount of editing.
Given that Eve didn’t accept my poempology – and in fact said it was one of the worst poems she had ever heard – I wouldn’t get your hopes up for this one. But, at the very least, I hope it makes you smile.
A Love Poem to Buenos Aires
It’s hard to know just where to begin
When writing to a city I’ve barely lived in.
I’ve seen many places all over the globe
But there’s something about you that just doesn’t get old.
Maybe it’s your pink palace, perfectly off-kilter
Or your wide streets, cleared of most litter.
Perhaps colourful Boca is where my heart lies
Or in Recoleta’s parks, gazing up at the skies.
Listening to music by markets or pubs,
Dancing with friends in one of your clubs.
The tango, that dance of spins and thrill –
I hope that one day I can learn such a skill!
Maybe it’s dear Palermo that keeps me up all night
Laughing with locals until the sky is bright
Or the parties at Milhouse where the crowd is just right
And the room may be dark but my heart is so light.
The delight of asado, that slow feast of cow,
And snacking on empanadas (I could use one right now!)
Is it in Santelmo with its market so vast
That made me fall in love with your city so fast?
Or is it because of all the places I roam
You were the one that made me feel most at home?
I know not all is well and good
When protests are frequent in your neighbourhood
And inflation skyrockets up so much
That TripAdvisor prices are quite out of touch.
But in spite of all that I find you exciting,
The kind of place that still is inviting
And I know that one day if I have enough peso
I’d be lucky to live in this city of jamón y queso.
So thanks Buenos Aires for all that you are,
As far as fun goes you’re way above par.
And I know not to cry, not at morning or noon
Because it’s not really goodbye, just see you again soon!