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   I could hear no more. We launched ourselves into the Buenos Aires night in search of consolation. We  found ourselves in an empty, stately ballroom. A pair of musicians was waiting for us. They began to play. We danced. The walls of the room seemed to bend and fold around us as if to wrap us in a comforting embrace. The musicians were lost in their song. We were lost in each other.

“Mi Buenos Aires querido 
My dear Buenos Aires 
cuando yo te vuelva a ver 
When I see you again
no habra mas pena ni olvido
There will be no more pain or loss
El farolito de la calle en que nac
The lantern on the street where I was born
 Fue el centinela de mis promesas de amor 
Was the sentinel of my promises of love 
Bajo su inquieta lucecita yo la vi
Under its restless light I saw
A mi pebeta luminosa como un sol
My girl as luminous as a sun
Hoy que la suerte quiere que te vuelva a ver 
Today, chance wills me to see you again”.