Como me mata la cuidad

It isn't always cake and ice cream living the city life. It has its ups, it has its downs, and it has lot of colectivos, noise, grafitti, shopping, fashion, and people. Going from point A to point B is more like point E, and it's hard to see when you may get robbed from the pibe chorros in the subte. You have to always be alert, watching left and right not really from the pibes chorros but the cars, and transit, because they don't stop. You race across cobblestone streets from one intersection to the next only really understanding your path when you see noticeable plazas, restaurants, and heladerías. You move left from the charcos of spring rain, and you move right around a fresh leftover dog dropping. You head straight, and slow to a bottleneck caught behind a vieja and a magazine stand. You see sparse existence of trees, flowers, and sky. The sunsets are harder to realize, unless you live on the top floor apartment, and you at times you have to race to the refuge of such a quite place. It´s your seashore, haven away from the turbulent city waters, grey and concrete, literally. Why does everything feel like it is so complicated or physically and mentally draining? Because, it makes the sun sweet days in the life of Buenos Aires so mucher sweeter.