BUENOS AIRES

Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, my sweet,
Where the history of man stay in love,
Where to walk your seats, holding hands,
With the sweet woman accompanying my time,
Buenos Aires, few vivid memories of times,
And how many of those loves nostalgia,
The Plaza San Martin to be displayed,
Or Lezama park to hide the trap,
From mother insidious, for her teenage daughter,
And when a Saturday without filter,
Loneliness nagged, go Constitution and Eleven,
In search of love.
Buenos Aires, the city he loved and who loved me,
Today you look distant, taciturn,
Since the Rose blanket not platonic love,
Today only see gatherings of moments,
Today at night I only see fear.
The street florida mandatory walk around love,
It has become no man's land,
Where the thieves with sharp weapons,
  They play with life, and do not understand love,
How sad Buenos Aires.

When love is lost, and all run by fear,
Eras Silver City, by the love of beauty,
And you've become one city,
Where in your hallways born loves,
Today is only the memory of another life.
Dear Buenos aires.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA