Buenos Aires is Poetry in Motion
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I doubt many of you know this about me, but I started writing because of poetry. In fact, I used to write only poetry. It occurred to me how strange it is that I write for this site several times a week, but I never post any poetry. I guess it rarely fits into the whole travel theme. Well, I have decided to share a poem I recently wrote about Buenos Aires. I do wish my poetry debut on Travelated could be one of my old favourites, but this one fits the theme. Enjoy.
BUENOS AIRES
Buildings standing tall against the night sky
Lights flickering on and off
A rusty machine with dangerous mechanisms
Caution: Keep hands free of moving parts
But everything is moving
This city breathes with the lungs of a seasoned smoker
Coughing, wheezing
Blowing smoke into your sleep-deprived eyes
The energy pulses through the filthy streets
Dangerous and irresponsible
So much like a forbidden lover
Far too tempting to deny
The constant flow of noise like blood in a vein
Flowing to the throbbing heart of this perilous place
This city; so alive, so conflicted
Both reckless and beautiful
Rease is a US citizen who fled the Midwest in favor of ex-pat life in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She is bilingual and is very capable of cussing you out in Spanish. She loves gaining and sharing knowledge of local cultures, customs and adventure, and she especially loves getting sassy with anyone who gets in her way. Her favorite place in the world is any artisan ice cream shop in Argentina.
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