Now the black is up, white is down

Carlitos Gardel is dead.

You purchase a dance in La Boca

and you sell your heart forever

You may sell your hearts forever

to Buenos Aires.

The new concrete towers, like we do

make friends with the old and small

churizo-eating,

smoking,

playing,

straying,

giggling,

mate-drinking

locals.

It is philosophy for all

the tango argentino

the posh

toilet-sideline dance.

We shopped for shoes

as a tribute to

the turistic

old

tango

and to give one job more for all.

You remote and

isolated

cheeky

sweet girl,

I feel lonely without you,

you know the furuture,

you will have another photo with me on it,

Buenos Aires.