Argentina - Determination along the lines underneath the Bonnets.

¡Todo es oro y azul!

A sunset cloak on top of a humming city

Its trees relax their shoulders in an amber shade

Curiosity brings friends out to the rooftops with beers in hand

The crescent moon joining in above with its frosty smile

Birds scurry home, weaving in and out of our concrete maze

Argentinian flags tatter in the January breeze, still smelling nostalgically of the Copa del Mundo

Here in the Plaza del Mayo, we wonder what the faces of the mothers looked like circling the stone statue forty years ago, defiantly demanding a simple ask

Where are our children?

There's no need for imagination, as the wrinkled, determined white bonneted faces still circle the goddess, pushed around in wheel chairs by those ready to help hoist the torch of human rights

I find myself treading Ernesto Guevara's path, a story so magnificent, we can't compare

As the sun sets, I remember Kairos

We asked ourselves difficult questions

Let us continue

In this moment, however, breathe in deeply and fill your lungs.