Evita's Argentina

In my Argentina

the afternoon is for dreaming.

Silent music plays

from the surrounding colors.

Perfumed dreams cascade

from the flowers.

Springtime’s charms

now awaken old forgotten memories.

The soft sweet sunlight

caresses on my submissive skin.

Eyes closed in joy

under the clear blue sky.

Tranquility bathes my soul.

As the river quietly meanders to the sea.

Birdsong is nature’s aria

a gift to my senses.

Colored butterflies dancing

on a thermal breeze.

On the horizon I see the light of love,

reflected onto my soul.

 promising me a lifetime

of passion for this country.