“They are those little things that the wind carries,”
says a well-known song.
This is what happens in Buenos Aires: it is filled with small dragged things when after a while the glue of the many posters that fill the city becomes old.
Or the rain knocks down those posters that with so much enthusiasm and for whatever reason people hang in the squares or neighborhoods, posters that range from those that congratulate the recent graduate, those that have some demand - whether political or religious - to those that make some loving claim.
The latter are abundant and very striking.
One reads them and I would like the person who wrote it to be lucky enough to at least receive a response.
They are almost always made of sheets that cross from one side of the street to the other and are the current equivalent of tangos and milongas.
Gabi, I'll wait for you, come back, I need you
, so said one that I recently read in Chacarita, signed by your tormentor, so a certain degree of honesty cannot be denied to the undersigned.
This poster was part of those that we must classify as direct, surrendered, in that
Gabi come back I need you
there is an acknowledgment of errors.
There are other signs that are aggressive or intended to perplex the person for whom they were made.
One reads them and doesn't know how to interpret them.
I remember one I read recently:
Nahuel, the table is set and although I'm still in control, I want to give you another chance. You're not so good, but you have other qualities
.
Manija, a great lunfardo word with a clear and precise meaning.
I continue to handle, with who or what she or he continues to handle.
I suppose that Nahuel, who is not so tan, is as perplexed as I am.
And if he comes back, let him do it little by little, a little while today, another tomorrow until her partner gets rid of the handle.
In short, there are many posters in Buenos Aires and enigmatic ones abound, like some very rare ones adorned with almost childlike drawings that were so abstract that they filled the bus stops and proclaimed
think more, read less
as if both activities, instead of being complementary, were opposite.
Luckily that strange claim did not last, although it had a certain echo on the networks, it went with the wind and was replaced by posters of hard and militant veganism of the type
eating meat is a crime
.
This type of poster that advocates for animals makes you think, that's why I appreciate them, but nothing is more moving than those posters that look for a lost pet, whether cats or dogs: you read them and they make you want to appear moving the tail or meowing, happy and so hot.
It seems like a tango: posters of Buenos Aires that, among other things, serve to take the pulse of the city, make evident the lack of love or absolute passion, offer services or offer something, like the one that says: I am selling my ego.
I hope he gives it away cheaply and finds someone to buy it: walking around with two egos can't be an easy task.