Buenos+Aires

Oh how I miss it. Its smells, its tastes, its people. I wish I could be there, I wish I could stand in the foggy streets, Right now! My home town, Oh how I miss it. Tall buildings hurdle over my city, My great big city, it never sleeps! Take me to my hometown Or I will miss it Some people say my country is a third world country, I’m not offended. It might be true, But in my soul, I want to be there. To smell the smell, To live the life… Buenos Aires, Oh how I miss it. || http://www.otago.ac.nz/study/student_exchange/partnersphotos/uca.jpg ||
 * =Buenos Aires= || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png]] ||
 * My home town,