Oh centro, oh centro.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
I love thee openly as I lunge into your expansive web of streets, not knowing where to go.
I love thee with commitment as I press firmly against the skin of strangers bustling by.
I love thee passionately as I breathe in your vibrant color, your delicate facades
Your organillero’s out-of-tune notes and your odd, but somehow satisfying medley of smells.
I love thee with fervor, as I know the gentle mix of familiarity and the unknown fill my heart with unrivaled warmth and thrill.
In my exhausted soles, with my confused reflections
I love thee with a self I seemed to have lost.
Lost, and now found, how can I come home
To a home I am now strange to?
An adaptation of “How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861