It is jacaranda season. There is a riot of jacaranda flowers in Buenos Aires. The Jacaranda trees adorn the avenues. Those inside the car peep out to see the trees. Those hurrying for work, slow down after seeing the flowers. Those sipping cafe in the outdoor cafes sit longer letting their imagination soar in the sky.The jacarandas add to the joy of playing in the golf courses. There is a purple carpet of fallen flowers under the jacaranda trees. The golfers look up the tree and down the carpet and hit yet another bad shot!
The romantic spring season of Buenos Aires is made poetic by the jacarandas...
NOS CUBRIMOS CON FLORES
BAJO LA JACARANDA
CANTAMOS NUESTROS AMORES.
EN ESA TARDE ESTIVAL,
LOS TRINOS CANOROS,
LA BRISA DEL VIENTO,
EL RUMOR DE LA FUENTE,
TODO SE CONVIRTIÓ
EN UNA CASCADA DE BESOS,
EN ESA TARDE PASIONAL.
LA LUNA NOS ENVOLVIÓ
EN SUS RAYOS PLATEADOS,
AMANECIMOS COBIJADOS
BAJOS LOS RAYOS DORADOS.
BAJO LA JACARANDA
NOS CUBRIMOS CON FLORES,
BAJO LA JACARANDA
CANTAMOS NUESTROS AMORES.
2 comments:
Hola! Joaquín me mandó este post del jacarandá, porque sabe cuanto me gustan! Es una de las cosas más lindas que tiene Buenos Aires.
Acá voy a pasear un poco, a leerte y a recorrer tu blog.
We have a great night the other day, it was a pleasure meeting you and your wife. I am sorry about muy inglish: I can undestand, but I can not speak.
Will see what happen with this writting!
Sigo leyendo...
¡Saludos!
Estrella (Joaquin's wife).
This is Haydee from Rosario
Shame on me !. I didnt know how beautiful the Jacarandà is!. It's an irony that through someone else's eyes we come to appreaciate the beauty around us.
Thank you for sharing the picture.
Haydeè
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