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I like the way the flamingo in the middle is posing as if he was superior to all of the others who seem to be too shy to show their face. But really, what's happening is that it is actually arriving late to the feast. It seems like it was just landing, while all the others are actually looking for lunch!

You can notice how one of its legs is bent but it is not bending the knee like Jon Snow did to Daenerys, but rather it is bending the ankle. Awesome don't you think?

In the second and third pic we can see a flamingo in sort of the same position but it is either taking flight or drying its wings... I just feel it seems like in both pictures he's got the "cristo parado" position. (This is a very mexican reference, linked i believe, to the 90's-early 2000's comedian Adam Ramones)

Have a great weekend everyone!!

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FRENCH TACO

“French Taco” is a 3D tortilla rectangle filled with pretty much whatever you feel like: cordom blue, cheese  ham, “saucisson”, only to mention a few. Looks quite appealing but you could probably feed a whole family with it.

It seems like a good idea but pretty much will end up killing you, with the small letters in the contract saying “Don’t go there! It is a trap!”

Well, that pretty much describes my relationship with the french right now.

P.S. That is not a taco btw, but now anything can be called taco apparently –> http://paanlo.tumblr.com/post/164062948266/on-tacos-dear-american-people-taco-seasoning

PETIT POIS FRANÇAIS

A tan sólo unos metros de distancia se sentaba una lata de chicharos franceses que podían ser o no el cambio radical de una historia.

Le entregó la lata sin saber que todo cambiaría. Dieciséis años atrás había quedado hechizada con chicharos franceses. Había quedado completamente encantada con los franceses; y sólo al comerlos fuera del país de origen terminaría con el hechizo.

 Abrió la lata lentamente y escuchó el primer respiro de la lata de chicharos. Jaló hasta quitar por completo la tapa y ahí estaban: 400 gramos de “petit pois extra fins” de la marca D'Aucy.

Puso los chicharos en una olla y encendió la parrilla. El fuego hizo bailar el agua y los chicharos reburbujeaban. El fuego pronto fue apagado y entonces los miró.

Tal vez el hechizo terminaría tal vez nunca más se sentiría atraída por los franceses. Después de todo nunca habían funcionado sus relaciones con los individuos de dicha nacionalidad. Tal vez era tiempo de comer avorazadamente esos chicharos y dejar ir finalmente esa extraña fijación con el bagette. Tal vez era tiempo de pasar por un Bufet internacional.

When you eat a “cochinita” there is a secret document that you mentally sign… past 10PM the little letters in the contract changes.

You will say: “But they taste sooooo good”

Yes, it is inviting! it fills every space in your tongue and it makes you have a “food-gasm”. The flavors and the fat dripping through your fingers, leaving a slight orange mark, the lime that enhances the flavor of sour oranges and achiote…

But read the small letters… its for your own good.

“Don’t go there, it is a trap!”

The End.

Love is not only felt by having a significant other. Sometimes we feel love through music. Through a moment. And sometimes i feel like saying "i love you with all my heart" not because you did something special or different or not because you reacted in a certain way when being around me… i just love you for being there, for existing. Because you exist and this brings some type of beauty to my life. I love you so much for making my life so much beautiful and i thank you for that.

Loving is not all about being with a couple, loving is being in peace with everything that surrounds you. It's  not about being more or less than what we are but being completely outselves.  Loving  is being there without being, yet helping people grow.

Love is such a simple yet complicated thing… and i love  you so.

Y así nos vamos por la vida tratando de conectar moléculas por el mayor tiempo posible para llevar un recuento de memorias que después llamamos historia de amor.

Cargamos la memoria de las células del pasado pues las células ya no existen y han sido reemplazadas por células nuevas.  Se van hilando hasta que se vuelve una cadena de recuerdos que decidimos conectar una y otra vez. Como dos tiras de serpentinas que viajan en la misma dirección en la misma fracción de tiempo. Serpentinas moleculares que después llamamos historias de amor.

Cuántas mudanzas de células llevamos desde conocernos? Cuantas veces hemos cambiado de cuerpo y aun seguimos a un lado?

Tal vez fuimos células que se repelen. O células que son separadas por la biología misma de cada una.