Buenos Aires: a look back
Buenos Aires always look back, to which was, what could be. Its inhabitants are able to move yearning for the past. The city is alive and yet he is dying of nostalgia in the corners.
For someone coming from Madrid and has an average year away, first entered the avenue of 9 July is a way back home. That was my first symptom of melancholy. If not for the obelisk, could have sworn that was crossing the Castellana; I figured in Florida in Preciados and in the neighborhood of San Telmo felt the atmosphere of Malasaña. I like to compare spaces or feelings and yet there I was, live with the certainty of parallel worlds.
But Buenos Aires have to listen to and understand your speech begins in taxis. The Buenos Aires is often ironic with the fate of his people almost fatalistic. There is only Argentine driver without judgment and with a career and you save the newspaper opinion columns. All drivers have a theory of how the country was dismembered, universal auctioned by a corrosive political. In this, merciless criticism in their political, all seem to agree. The paradox is that always repeat the same politicians with the support of the same people disgusted. And then return to lament his fate, sigh, hear a tango sad and hopeless and, are set to remember better times so that even I have not cursed the Argentine past.
The tango music is a sublime way to mourn and dance in an elegant way to overcome. The Argentine is proud as their dances, proud, worthy, but sounds like accordion when expressed. Buenos Aires is that: booksellers to dream other stories, a mate for a hard drink, coffee that smells like wood, a banner in front of Casa Rosada, an altar to Maradona… but it would be very unfair if I said it is just that, nostalgia.
In Buenos Aires have to listen to and understand your speech begins in taxis. With a career you save the newspaper opinion columns.
Who is coming to Puerto Madero suddenly discovers the light of new piers, buildings that point to the prosperity of the sky and restaurants where a carnivore would be to live. I thought the city grows faster than they appear some of its neighborhoods. The Boca emphasizes the image of timeless place with the houses of El Caminito painted in the style of Genoese immigrants who landed here in the late nineteenth. Today tourists stop to buy paintings or encourage a tango dancer you leg up to the chin, yet somehow still flowing from the spirit of yesteryear, with Avellaneda Bridge in the background, as a large calendar stranded 1940.
In each district understood a different way of understanding life and the time. Are the two speeds of Buenos Aires. A barely moves, and rendered the old flavor of the Grand Café Tortoni and Gardel songs. Another need vindicate his maverick status and prefer modern music in the bars to shout to the future, with an electric guitar that sounds better.
I do not know how many hours spent around the city from one place to another, loaded with camera equipment, Palermo to Corrientes Avenue, Constitution to the Rio de la Plata, Mouth of the hotel, tired of seeing so many cities in one trip. But these walk I found the reward of a good roast, a chorizo with chimichurri, a steak at street level and in each an Argentine grill nice and crafty, a waking man, with the verb slippery for the easy joke or comment acid.
We had crossed half the world over by car when we got to Argentina and here, after many months without respite, rhythm stopped. Gradually we left the cameras at the hotel, to go for a walk with hands in pockets.
I found my own footsteps, far from my fellow travelers, and I felt comfortable in Buenos Aires, as if to recognize a friendly face just around the corner. Maybe it was the character of Buenos Aires, with that point temperamental as the Spanish, but with a softer tone, more acoustic. Maybe it was the personality of women, sweet and untamed while, the warmth of the local tango, where the lonely go to drink the wine without comfort. Or maybe you were the gay bars of San Telmo nights, or grilled, or easy conversation with strangers. I do not know, but somehow, before I left and I started to miss Buenos Aires, and started, I also, looking back.
Comments (12)
Javier Brandoli
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Rarely does a video and a text better reflect the essence of a city. Lyrics and image of the hand. Congratulations Dani, has been a pleasure to read and see a Buenos Aires that is so similar to mine.
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Daniel Landa
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Thanks phenomenon!
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Luz Valbuena
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Very pretty your text, Daniel, thanks.
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Daniel Landa
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With Light. Glad to see that there is life beyond video!!
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Pacucha
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Daniel has impressed me congratulations Namibia!! and every Friday I see your documentary …
I would not call with your permission .. A WORLD APART!! apart are we …..they are the WORLD!! thanks
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Daniel Landa
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For the truth, Pacucha, is that maybe you're right. They have more doses of truth. The problem is that fewer and isolate us, but as you will understand, in any case the name is intended cornering A World Apart, rather, highlight them. 😉
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Pacucha
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Of course Daniel!! ….. I agree with you .. a hug
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Ines
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Hello, I saw and read everything you wrote! Very good synthesis to define porteñas souls!
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Esther
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How nice.
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Juliet
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I did put goosebumps! as we say…
Beautiful text.. a pleasure to read
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Daniel Landa
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Thanks to the three. Esther, Julieta is Inés… I wonder if you write from Buenos Aires, Agnes seems to know at least the women over there. Glad you like the text, my course, I loved Buenos Aires
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Lydia
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Beautiful video and moving text, captivating, excellent. Congratulations. Buenos Aires is noted that you struck a chord.
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