the essence ago the return of the city's essence, but never been out of Buenos Aires. Menárdez not left his neighborhood or in your corner, or coffee. And yet it was not. Street was not in Honduras. It was not in Serrano. It was not in the square. You can not explain it because, as we say, never left Palermo. His spirit left him for a long time and know that without it there is nobody, nobody is. But now feels that he's back. Walking around your neighborhood note that everything is the same but different. The crazy cat sees it slightly changed. In their cats too. Carriego's house abandoned it occurs more than before. It was not nothing but time. Nothing less. And Borgesian landscapes seem to be seen only by him
"and saw the depth
the cards
colors of the sunset and felt Buenos Aires.
This city that I thought my past
is my future, my present;
The years I lived in Europe are fictitious
I was always (and will) in Buenos Aires "
Menárdez not live
in Europe. Or in another city. Or in another neighborhood. But walking through the streets of Palermo as the first time. Survive kept him outside, away, forgotten. Not anymore. Comes with a desire to take the cards in colors of the sunset (that which remains, miraculously) and stake everything, even if you have anything from a gin in the corner of Guatemala and Borges. Palermo walking with her.
She who has not yet arrived.
The verses are in "Arrabal" by Jorge Luis Borges. 
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