rambles, poems, braindroppings, and stories

waking up late, peace and quiet, no music nor ice-cream vendor. in the park there are  trees, squirrels and pigeons. Imagine being happy to actually see a pigeon. After eating chancho I feel lazy. All the fat weighs down on me. The mango tastes like ice-cream, it is soft and melts in the mouth. I take a nap, then off to starbucks. Never have I found myself craving the mall in the past, here it is a refuge from the heat and sun, it has wifi and air conditioning, a true luxury.

A profesora invited me to lunch on a Saturday; little did I know that her three nephews and one niece would be there at the house. The profesora pointed to her niece and said to me “isn’t she beautiful?” Later I saw her niece laughing at her brothers while they were wrestling and fighting each other on the ground. I asked the niece about her book she had in her hand, and one of her brothers said “no puede leer.” Her oldest nephew asked me “vas a ayudar con los quizzes?” The profesora explained to me that the children help her grade. I told the kid, “no”.   For lunch we ate some delicious chicken, lentils and rice with salad. The children were hard to please, they didn’t like the food at all. The profesora and her mother cleaned off the table and swept under it. Apparently the niece had spilled a bunch of rice, but she denied it. “Mentiras! Niñas no dicen mentiras!” the profesora yelled. That’s when the boys started the fighting. To my surprise the profesora’s mother took out a wh...