the fury of a pagan city

A while ago I came to this city. How many, I'm just part of a lot of Venezuelans who are scattered around the world with one goal: "fulfill your dreams." I would define the experience of emigrating as awakening a day in the life and body of someone different, remembering all that you were in some past life.

However, I know that each experience is different, and each process will always be very personal. For one reason or another, the difficulties will never be alien to this process. In my experience, since I arrived in this city, I had the opportunity to see all their faces, before launching myself to the wolves, which helped me a lot considering everything that happened afterwards.

Since I arrived, I met people of all kinds, of all kinds and of different interests. And of course, the perspective I had, was not even half of everything I found.

The mysticism and the seduction of the streets of this city were the ones who welcomed me. He received me with a cold that I had never felt (like almost every person in the Caribbean) and a very strong sun that was appeased by the wind of a South city in autumn.

A particular smell, that reached my nose in every corner, a sweet aroma, like honey, but toasted like a coal. Along with the music that was also present in almost all the corners and the main avenues, and in almost all the subway cars. Friendly people, others not so much, people in a hurry, others speaking different languages. Very sweet and very bitter flavors, and many colors.

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Immediately I was enchanted with the incomparable beauty of a city that gives you a little of each world. But above all, the magical and the pagan. By that I mean the essence of a city built by immigrants, and the heritage of gypsies who did their magic and their rituals to the moon, of different cultures and customs that created every expression on this earth. Easily, in the streets of this city, you can feel joy, courage, sadness and above all fury while you only take a couple of steps, you just need to let yourself be carried away by it.

And if you have the opportunity to listen to the accordion sound on the street, you can only think that you are on the set of a film in full filming, or at least that's how I felt. See how they dance tango in a corner, and watch as a lot of people gather in a small bar in a corner to watch a football game and scream of emotion for a goal, the street performers who sing, paint and dance. that explains why they call this place "the city of fury". A dance in the sun, and later to the moon, a prayer to the gods so that everything goes well, and thank the present that we are well; that was the words of a woman who sat in a corner reading a book about tarot and what brought her dogs to the park. That woman gave me a stone, which told me that I could take away the negative things from me, and that I should give it that power myself. From that moment, I also got a taste for crystals, and I have to say that this city is full of crystals everywhere

Although this I wrote, I can not even define a bit the experience of living in Buenos Aires, I tried to describe how I perceived this beautiful city of the South, which opened the doors and welcomed me into their veins. With the days so moved and the nights so calm, Buenos Aires is a city that goes fast, but with passion, enjoying every emotion of the day to day. Buenos Aires, is like a teenager who lives without brakes, and of course, loves to live.

I would like to know what you think. You visited Buenos Aires?

Thank you so much.