I gave birth a day in the summer, I cradled with lyrics María Elena Walsh and me to nurse the baby warm milk.
Tango said that 20 years is nothing, but at that age I moved to another country where I lived for a time and as always returns to first love, I was back here ten years later. That's when I discovered, Buenos Aires do so magical!. Your streets, your streets, your libraries, your theater and your coffee. Either is a good excuse to make a stop on the road and take a coffee, look out the window, watching people, listen to pervade your smell and your taste.
And at home, my faithful companion, the radio. She provides its air and very cool. Listening to the radio I discovered one of the legends of Buenos Aires, mythical place, if any, the Café Tortoni, and to him I dedicate my homage because when I am there I feel moved in time, surrounded by an atmosphere steeped in art, sensitivity and creativity.
In the distance I can see sitting at a table Alfonsina Storni, Borges and Gardel as witnesses to this heritage belongs to us. The Tortoni is timeless
appeals equally to adults and teens, penetrates the sensitive skin. Someone
12 years once told me: "I like this place because it shows that educated people are coming." I shuddered thinking how art awareness from an early age, and does so in all its manifestations. Art as a flame lights up, that gives warmth and sheltering in its midst all those who nurtured us from it.
What I can tell you, Old Tortoni, who has not already been said by the poet?
Not even the weather gets that pass through your door will not stop me. I go, I sit and when I ask for the letter read the following lines "... Despite the rain I went out for coffee, I'm sitting tight and wet canopy of this old Tortoni known." FT
dedicated to Café Tortoni (a place in Buenos Aires)
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