You see it everywhere-
Painted curlicues of blue and white ribbon
around the numbers on the collectivo,
blue and white ribbon tied around paper packages of media luna
and little snippets on labels of dulce de leche and jam.
They love her.
On the hand painted sign
and the made-for-tango-tourists-like-me t-shirt
I buy outside Recoleta.
They sell her.
On the tattered poster of the world champion futbol team in the pizzeria
and the endless game on the TV hanging from the ceiling.
They celebrate her.
On the Plaza de Mayo the grandmothers,
They mourn her.
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