Memoir | In Buenos Aires, Rediscovering Poetry and Faith

May's breeze gently caresses the outer walls of the Pink Palace That tender pink Feels like a love letter Buenos Aires is sending to the world💌 It's hard to imagine this is the presidential palace of Argentina 【Back to 2012】 This building, full of Italian charm, Carries the most solemn mission In the most romantic colors Turning the corner, The twelve Roman columns of the Metropolitan Cathedral⛪ stand quietly Since 1723 until now, They have witnessed countless confessions and prayers🙏🏻 Sunlight☀️ filters through the stained glass, Gently casting biblical stories onto the hearts of every visitor My Catholic mother once said: “When the candlelight flickers, it is a sign that prayers are being received.” In this space filled with historical marks, I finally understood the weight behind this sentence As dusk deepens, The Pink Palace’s pink and the church’s candlelight🕯️ reflect each other As if gently reminding us That even in the rush of modern life, We should still leave a space To hold poetry, and also to hold faith