3 screaming chidren, 1 perfect picture and no camera

It was one of those days where the only thing missing was my camera.

My camera could have captured Inaquis jumping down the decaying stairs to the river, brightly colored graffiti decorating the fence behind him.

My camera could have captured Maite closing her eyes and walking through the dangling branches of the budding trees, letting the leaves brush her sun-colored cheeks.

My camera could have captured the mountain of meat set before the salivating mouths three hungry children.

My camera could have captured the one rare moment of affection when Gustavo put his hand lightly on Angles's back and kissed her cheek.

My camera could have captured the perfect day in Tigre, a small town just outside of Buenos Aires. It would have captured the first time i felt like i had family in Buenos Aires, from scolding fighting children to being scolded for not wearing shoes in the kitchen, from laughing at stupid jokes to drying over tired tears, Tigre was just what i needed.

A trip to the tree lined river of Tigre, revived my tired spirit. The flow of the water, the tranquility of the people, the life of the sun made me see the possibility of the next two months in Buenos Aires; two months not leading to an end but to the beginning of a new view of life.

Today I didn't have my camera to capture the perfect day, but maybe that is better. Pictures would have shown the reality of the day; how the trees were just trees, not green bursting life; how the graffiti was just graffiti, not bright bleeding passion; how the water was just water, not a new flow to the world.

I prefer to keep the perfect precious moments in my memory.

I prefer to believe that for one day the city of contradictions was perfect.