Memoirs: Mexico City

Memoirs: Mexico city! 

(Reforma: “I feel”)

A walk on the streets of a colony, adorned by the wills of astute statesmen,

A passage in time well preserved, decorated by able craftsman;

(Zocalo: “I zeal”)

A melancholy successfully rejoiced - rectified of its gore remembrances,

A charade arrested in its bloom, amended for it’s reminisce reverence.

(Bellas artes: “I hold”)

A resolute charge of artists compelled by a nations’ daunting perplexity

An oath to find it’s identity over frescos that stitch patterns of society.

(Condessa: “I swirl”)

A hubbub of bold youth that drink to its beauty and glory,

A semblance of folklore and contemporary, united in effervescent story.

(Polanco: “I desire”)

The high streets of luxurious curios - picturesque in plush lawns and bistros,

Humbling edifice of auditoria secured in timeless collections of museos.

(Guadalupe: “I bow”)

Sacred strings of common thoughts for unstinting religious beliefs,

Bowing down to the cathedrals where holy lady blesses to relieves.

(People: “I love”)

Warm, sensitive, loving, beautiful – their eyes speak it all,

Who would rob you of your fears and pledge everything for your smile.

(City: “I honor”)

Mexico city and your wonders, you would charm me forever!