Sweet and strong at the same time, this is Buenos Aires. I live and work there when I’m not in Rome, and I let myself being carried away by traffic noises with its old rumbustious buses, but most of all I let myself being pulled by the energy and empathy of its people. Murales, posters, graffiti, writings on the wall to testify old and new protests, love messages, art lived in everyday life, among galleries and open spaces where artists, but not only, can express themselves. Sign of times that mean living, and sometime reliving, old and new impressions of this city. Melancholy and desire mix continuously. This is why you are never alone in Buenos Aires, there is always a word, a situation, a person smiling at you, saying sorry or thank you, somebody that opens you a door. Even if among many difficulties, curiosity and solidarity are always in the eyes of someone who has asked for your help. Here you can still find human beings, this gives the feeling that time has not passed, and it is here that I can find myself and my rhythms. The air is sweet in Buenos Aires and this is what I try to tell.