#cultura
Here is a list of things that are bigger,
greater than all of the world's oceans,
bigger than the storms in the seas,
than all the islands in the Pacific,
connecting all of us together,
being one great channel of culture...
Telenovela, chismes, galeones,
teleserye, chismis, galleon.
๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ถ-๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ถ, ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช ๐๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ.
๐๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ช ๐๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ? ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ.
Sangrรญa? No, sangre de Magallanes.
๐๐ชรฑ๐ฐ๐ด, ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ป
๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ป๐ข๐ณ ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ ๐จ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด.
And believe it or not;
Bulerรญas, danza, bachata, habaneras.
How do you like your coffee, bebe?
Con leche? Bueno.
Evaporada and condensada?
Tequila, San Miguel, Mezcal, Corona,
Cerveza, Serbesa, Cerrado, Sarado.
๐๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐จ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ข,
๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ.
Actually, how do you like your coffee?
๐๐ฆ ๐จ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐งรฉ?
๐๐ช ๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ถ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฐ.
So do you like it hot or con hielo?
And of course;
Canciones, c/kanta,
And nowใ
กreggateon, budots.
Gasolina? Aserejรฉ? Macarena?
Bad Bunny, being our new Columbus.
Playitas, islas, karagatan, nuestro paraรญso.
Mas chismes, mas tazas de cafe.
How do you think we're so far yet so alike?
Of all these things? Con chisme? Claro.
So which one first? The juiciest or latest?
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
quiero traerte a mi paรญs,
y enseรฑarte lo que me hace feliz.
quiero llevarte a los bares bonitos
donde cantan y arman jaleo.
quiero pasar por debajo
de las pรฉrgolas preciosas del parque
con mis manos colgando
de donde dobla tu brazo.
quiero llevarte a la iglesiaย ย
y bailar y alabar contigo.
pero lamento
que no serรก posible.
es solamente un sueรฑo
que veo yo solita.
porque tรบ estรกs pensando
en tu propio paraรญso
y no creo que me incluya.
si no, me lo dirรญas.
duele querer algo con
alguien que no desea lo mismo.
dueleย ย
ver alguien tan cerca de ti
que piensa que estรกsย ย
demasiado lejos de รฉl.
no sรฉ cรณmo la gente lo hacenย ย
cuando se enamoranย ย
en otro paรญs.
la mente se queja,ย ย
el corazรณn lamenta,ย ย
y el alma llora del dolor.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
The rooster sings to the sun,
answering the call is the light that embraces all.
All at once the birds sing their own song.
Awaken by mother's sweet voice.
"It's time to go" she says.
She hands me aย ย green cubeta con maiz.
The corn's color is purple and white instantly
I fall in love with its kind
The cold blue morning gives me chills.
I carry the bucket to my grandmother's house.
With her mandil and her braided hair,
she sits by the comal making tortillas.
"Good morning abueltia" with a smile on my face.
"Good morning m'ija" she replies.
I keep walking carrying the heavy bucket.
A small room next to a store crowded with senoras.
Their rebozos around their heads and arms and buckets in hand.
I feel so small so young but inside I'm proud.
I wait in line as I greet and make small talk.
These ladies have the nicest smiles.
My turn, I grab my cubeta and proceed to the molino.
My arms are too little.
A lady approaches and helps me load the molino.
I watch in awe as the grains turn in masa.
I bend down and collect it.
"En una bolita" the lady tells me to shape it.
I nod and continue to make it.
Gray like the color of my grandma's hair.
soft like my mother's hand.
I fill the bucket with the masa.
I thank las senoras and head back to mi casa.
I hand the bucket to my mom who was milking la vaca.
She starts the comal and gets the cal.
Her hands slapping the masa like she was clapping.
Perfect big round warm tortillas.
I was a little girl that helped her make them.
A little girl that still remembers.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC