To your majestic sound
I saw you pass today
through my great city
and in you I discovered
the exact copy
of one that I had forgotten,
and that, like you,
porteña she was…
You are the flower of Buenos Aires,
the beautiful little porteña,
worthy successor of the beautiful one
who used to stride majestically
through that great village [1]
of colonial windows
and Federalist troops on patrol. [2]
You are the flower of Buenos Aires
the little idolized porteña
faithful copy of that iconic image
that has been gone a long time.