Luis de León saw in her the homeland
of his shivering soul.
Now we feel her inexhaustible
as an old wine
and no one can think of her without vertigo,
and time has charged her with eternity.

And to think that night would not exist
without those tenuous instruments, the eyes.

History of the Night, Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Alastair Reid

Argentina, a country full of romance and passion