Peace from South America

24 – 9 – 10

Its cold up in here. It’s the end of winter in Buenos Aires and the Peace Poets are keeping it positive despite the fact it’s not warm enough to wear chancletas in the streets. Whats up with anyone living in a place where you can't rock flip flops comfortably? … But life moves here… and you can hear people singing at all hours and you can play futbol en los parques and you can see people dance tango in the street and you can write books to rebel against mental slavery and you can be nostalgic and miss your loved ones and find people who sell shoes made out of old jeans and sit in plazas where mothers protested the disappearance of their children by the military junta and you can laugh at yourself and you can question your courage when you see kids in the streets at midnight asking for money for food because they are hungry and you can be sure there is hunger and you can read desperation spray painted on crumbling concrete walls and you can wish the world was better and you can love here and you can be joyful despite the pain here and you can dream of a place where everyone is as honest as the music of the man who plays his guitar with his eyes closed… here. Where we are now. Where we are beginning again. Where we are ready to work. And celebrate work. And inhale the clouds from above the moon, so that we have all the necessary breath to whisper I love you. And mean it with our entire poetic soul. Welcome home.