Covas JA Riera Photography 
We had a big shake up the silver full moon in the middle of April. You know? Apolonia
"Madonna" and Joana Aina, "Queen" of my chronic travelers have spent a few days with us in Buenos Aires this fall without fall atypical bringing gay life Mallorcan air, still flying in every corner of our house.
still can not rid of the "Ls" of my cousin and I think I'll find it at dawn, sitting in my kitchen, grumbling against the "jet-lag and its effects. I think, again, that is still around here willing to continue living together and sixty June or September the adventure of feeling complicit in his first two truant schoolgirls.
I think for the same reason, Mercedes, my Mercedes, continues talking about how nice it was to talk and walking with Joana Aina, knowing how much she liked the soft modes of this newly discovered, and looked raw in his voice and his soft-spoken, to worlds hitherto unknown to her. Fernando also recognizes that 
seduced by their ways and those pictures as beautiful as it brought memories of the aurora borealis he met in his trip to Greenland. Quite a character this girl quiet and curious, observant, warm, quiet and loving at the same time.
For me, it was a truce. A stop and concentrate efforts solely on the enjoyment, the enjoyment in the sun and walking. In the laugh and show my land, which are two things that act on me like miraculous balm.
is that it's been five days of intense adventure. To rediscover places with tourist eyes. I will not repeat myself. I have told the Tigre and La Boca, San Telmo and Recoleta, the tango and milonga until the cows. However, Buenos Aires is so beautiful ... and so generous as to always put their foot visitor something new, something different.
This time for me something different has come up with perfume, with sweet, sweet aroma of roses, for essences harmonize with the title of this review, inhabit the north of my city, the good old Rose Garden of Palermo.
rose And if we talk we can not ignore that Rosas, General Don Juan Manuel de Rosas, controversial man of our history, the land belonged Tres de Febrero Park, which is the name that area of \u200b\u200bthe city that proud.
But Sarmiento and his vision owe this marvel of Buenos Aires, indeed. It is said: "The creation of the Park and Zoo and Botanical Institute Palermo, which included both Sarmiento plan, would also give the city
the first landscape gardens also designed by him here . No longer the thing to take civics lesson, opening one walk in the ancient possession of Roses, to Sarmiento, the representative of the late colonial and calling it with the data of Caseros. He wanted the famous Palermo de San Benito, residence of the tyrant, and so fearful or hateful to many Argentines, redeem his bad reputation, offering everyone free recreation of the beautiful trees ...
When the love is appreciated now popular to this trip, which according to Sarmiento forecasting is "the favorite of Buenos Aires", a hard time imagining the unanimous disfavor with which the city hosted its idea, the insults and sarcasm that so attracted him. The distance and bad roads were the two main arguments. No one but then he conceived the future greatness of Buenos Aires, no one appreciated his thorough argument that the Paseo would transform the bad roads in magnificent ways: the existing streets and Santa Fe Las Heras He personally directed the work. There, among the thickets and swamps, was riding with his straw hat to work for beauty and health, while the city, with significant rebellion of the child, crying his dirty face. "
Our first picture takes place then, at the foot of a statue of Sarmiento, while the raw story stories and events, while we rejoice in the sun and the breeze soft and aromatic, with lakes and the white feathers of ducks glisten in the sun on a January morning in the middle of April. What a gift of life!
The lake, the bridge and turn flowers around us and allow us to admire even more the Buenos Aires of contrasts, where they continue to live the Bible and boiler, as Discepolín said. Admire the hundreds and hundreds of roses that seem to be incredible secrets of elves and fairies. Because this place full of color and light is undoubtedly the ideal place to dwell. And if not, ask the spirit of those in custody.
Is this woman crazy? You say. No way! What other guards so that the beauty of flowers and loving friends of elves and fairies might be seen in William Shakespeare, Rosalia de Castro and Alfonsina Storni, Dante Alighieri and Federico García Lorca, Antonio Machado and Jorge Luis Borges, bronze eternal guardians of the Garden of the Poets?
Every corner offers different pleasures. If you can even admire ca cer
our national flower, the flower of kapok, which glitters in red right there, stabbing the bluest sky imaginable ...
Knowing that we still await many spells from that angelic meeting soon to meet the first two years, thinking each and every one of the family members who are with us in spirit, past the Rose and continue down my city with joy. Also
and in joy, I write this chronicle, whose sole purpose is to always leave a record of meetings and renewed joy. Whose goal is to write the magic of those breezes that now, from the north, in Buenos Aires, and perhaps, at a time, from the south and Mallorca, transported perfumes of tenderness and affection for family members continue to say "thanks" to the life.
Cati Cobas
"Madonna" and Joana Aina, "Queen" of my chronic travelers have spent a few days with us in Buenos Aires this fall without fall atypical bringing gay life Mallorcan air, still flying in every corner of our house.
still can not rid of the "Ls" of my cousin and I think I'll find it at dawn, sitting in my kitchen, grumbling against the "jet-lag and its effects. I think, again, that is still around here willing to continue living together and sixty June or September the adventure of feeling complicit in his first two truant schoolgirls.
I think for the same reason, Mercedes, my Mercedes, continues talking about how nice it was to talk and walking with Joana Aina, knowing how much she liked the soft modes of this newly discovered, and looked raw in his voice and his soft-spoken, to worlds hitherto unknown to her. Fernando also recognizes that 
seduced by their ways and those pictures as beautiful as it brought memories of the aurora borealis he met in his trip to Greenland. Quite a character this girl quiet and curious, observant, warm, quiet and loving at the same time. For me, it was a truce. A stop and concentrate efforts solely on the enjoyment, the enjoyment in the sun and walking. In the laugh and show my land, which are two things that act on me like miraculous balm.
is that it's been five days of intense adventure. To rediscover places with tourist eyes. I will not repeat myself. I have told the Tigre and La Boca, San Telmo and Recoleta, the tango and milonga until the cows. However, Buenos Aires is so beautiful ... and so generous as to always put their foot visitor something new, something different.
This time for me something different has come up with perfume, with sweet, sweet aroma of roses, for essences harmonize with the title of this review, inhabit the north of my city, the good old Rose Garden of Palermo.
rose And if we talk we can not ignore that Rosas, General Don Juan Manuel de Rosas, controversial man of our history, the land belonged Tres de Febrero Park, which is the name that area of \u200b\u200bthe city that proud.
But Sarmiento and his vision owe this marvel of Buenos Aires, indeed. It is said: "The creation of the Park and Zoo and Botanical Institute Palermo, which included both Sarmiento plan, would also give the city
the first landscape gardens also designed by him here . No longer the thing to take civics lesson, opening one walk in the ancient possession of Roses, to Sarmiento, the representative of the late colonial and calling it with the data of Caseros. He wanted the famous Palermo de San Benito, residence of the tyrant, and so fearful or hateful to many Argentines, redeem his bad reputation, offering everyone free recreation of the beautiful trees ... When the love is appreciated now popular to this trip, which according to Sarmiento forecasting is "the favorite of Buenos Aires", a hard time imagining the unanimous disfavor with which the city hosted its idea, the insults and sarcasm that so attracted him. The distance and bad roads were the two main arguments. No one but then he conceived the future greatness of Buenos Aires, no one appreciated his thorough argument that the Paseo would transform the bad roads in magnificent ways: the existing streets and Santa Fe Las Heras He personally directed the work. There, among the thickets and swamps, was riding with his straw hat to work for beauty and health, while the city, with significant rebellion of the child, crying his dirty face. "
Our first picture takes place then, at the foot of a statue of Sarmiento, while the raw story stories and events, while we rejoice in the sun and the breeze soft and aromatic, with lakes and the white feathers of ducks glisten in the sun on a January morning in the middle of April. What a gift of life! The lake, the bridge and turn flowers around us and allow us to admire even more the Buenos Aires of contrasts, where they continue to live the Bible and boiler, as Discepolín said. Admire the hundreds and hundreds of roses that seem to be incredible secrets of elves and fairies. Because this place full of color and light is undoubtedly the ideal place to dwell. And if not, ask the spirit of those in custody.
Is this woman crazy? You say. No way! What other guards so that the beauty of flowers and loving friends of elves and fairies might be seen in William Shakespeare, Rosalia de Castro and Alfonsina Storni, Dante Alighieri and Federico García Lorca, Antonio Machado and Jorge Luis Borges, bronze eternal guardians of the Garden of the Poets? Every corner offers different pleasures. If you can even admire ca cer
our national flower, the flower of kapok, which glitters in red right there, stabbing the bluest sky imaginable ... Knowing that we still await many spells from that angelic meeting soon to meet the first two years, thinking each and every one of the family members who are with us in spirit, past the Rose and continue down my city with joy. Also
and in joy, I write this chronicle, whose sole purpose is to always leave a record of meetings and renewed joy. Whose goal is to write the magic of those breezes that now, from the north, in Buenos Aires, and perhaps, at a time, from the south and Mallorca, transported perfumes of tenderness and affection for family members continue to say "thanks" to the life.
Cati Cobas
