It’s really nice having a twin. It’s not only a brotherhood, it’s something else. He is a boy and I am a girl and we were born the same day. Arriving four minutes before me makes him the older of us. His name is Jonathan. When we were kids my older brother, my sister and I used to call him Johnny, but as we got older, we started calling him “Chino” (Chinese) because of his Chinese shaped eyes. We don’t look alike at all: he is taller, chubbier and more intelligent than I am. His hair is delightfully curly, his eyebrows are really expressive, and he has a marvelous and profound dimple on each side of his smile. He is very handsome but introverted and extremely focused on his job, kind of a workaholic. Sometimes it seems as if we are opposite, but I would rather say we are complements. When we were children, my mom used to cook beans and rice all the time. I remember eating all the beans but leaving the rice. My brother did the opposite. I remember my mom telling us not to leave anything. That’s why we would exchange our plates and finish eating without any problem. We always have worked as a team. If I couldn’t reach it because it was high for me, he would help me. If I forgot something, he wouldn’t. If he didn’t write down homework, I would. If he couldn’t go somewhere, I could. We were always together. We went to the same schools all of our school years even, university. We ended up studying the same major. That made us share the same friends too, so we would go out together all the time. I never felt what it was to be alone or need a hand and not find it, thanks to him. Having a twin brother is something more than just being brother and sister. As you can see, we have been friends, accomplices, partners, and buddies since we were born. That’s why I don’t mind sharing the birthday cake with him even though when we’re about to blow out the candles he always distracts me, so he can get them all.
Para aquel que supo cómo, robarme mis sonrisas y aunque no lo supo, también me robo el pensamiento y que sabrá que tal vez si quisiera podría tener mi corazón entero. Para aquel moreno, con el que disfruté al máximo de mi tiempo y que a sus caricias y sus besos supo cómo hacerlos eternos.
Locas tentaciones pasan a través de mí. Suspiro, río, callo, mas no puedo resistir. Sentimientos que se evocan cuando pienso en ti. Locura apasionada que no puedo combatir.
Y me veo riendo de alguna manera Con una sonrisa extraña y poco singular. De pronto, cierro los ojos y pienso moreno Que en mi vida vienes a ser algo genial.
No descifro si es tu cuerpo o tu cara, Tu forma de ser o tu manera al andar O tal vez es el modo que tienes directo Para decirme que me quieres besar.
Mas día y noche me haces pensarte Sin motivo ni razón aparente; Deseo tenerte y poder abrazarte, Deseo locamente poder besarte.
Ansiosa estoy mas algo hay que me detiene: Cómo lograr mediar razón con sentimiento. Cómo negarlo, el pensamiento ya te tiene, Cómo decir que no lo hago si aún te siento.
Y la nostalgia, aquella sensación De no poder más, se ha hecho presente. Y no puedo más estar contigo ni tenerte, Y no puedo ya mostrarte cuánto podría yo quererte
Y mientras lentamente la noche se pierde Observo el cielo y trato de olvidar, Pero... por qué hacerlo cuando el corazón Me pide a gritos que no te deje de pensar.
Y cómo no pensarte, si es sencillo Y tan fácil los recuerdos renovar, Sobretodo sí aquellos momentos, Son tan gratos y se merecen recordar.
Y recuerdo esa forma de mirarme Que me hacía sentirme halagada, Te acercaste y con tus labios me besaste, Y me dejaste totalmente enamorada.
Tiempo eterno que corriste sin pensar Las horas con él, que se fueron sin sentir, Tiempo sabio no permitas olvidar, Aquel dulce recuerdo que me hace sonreír.
Hice este escrito hace algunos meses como parte de una tarea escolar. Fue basado en el excelente chiste mexicano “Pavo al tequila”.
Thanksgiving is around the corner. This will be my second one here in Miami, and this time I am more excited to celebrate it than last year. I decided to look on the Internet for a good recipe to prepare the turkey. The word tequila popped up in my mind while surfing the Internet. I found what seemed to me as a good recipe: Tequila Turkey. I guess it could be a fine fusion of cultures by combining good Mexican tequila with the Thanksgiving turkey, so I copied the recipe to give it a try. It looks like an easy to make recipe. First of all, buy 1 liter of “Corralejo” tequila and a 10 lb turkey; thaw it if frozen. Pour out 10 shots of tequila, and drink one while preheating the oven to 325 °F. Place turkey on a roasting pan. To give flavor, pour a double tequila shot into your mouth and drink it. Don’t forget to put the turkey to roast into the oven and drink one more tequila shot. Then, cook it for 2 hours. It is crucial to keep on giving flavor (one tequila shot) every ½ hour. Send somebody to buy another tequila bottle for later, while you wait for the turkey to be drunk - I mean done. When the thermometer reads 180ºF, it’s ready. If you forgot to put in the thermometer, put it in right away, and drink another tequila shot to improve memory. When the turkey is ready, and if it’s not burned, celebrate by drinking another shot. Finally, turn off the oven and take the turkey out. Celebrate again - you know how - by drinking another tequila shot, but open the new bottle of tequila first. Before serving, pick up the turkey from the floor and make a toast. Come on! There is no reason to be angry; it wasn’t your fault if you dropped the turkey because you forgot it was hot. It can happen to anyone. Have another tequila shot so you can forget your little mistake. Clean, serve, bless and eat. Don’t forget to drink moderately! Preparing this easy to make recipe you will have, for sure, a forgettable Thanksgiving, but who cares? CHEERS!