I am loud (!!!!!).
I won’t hesitate to yell at someone in the street if I have to;
and my have to doesn’t need to be an emergency,
it may be a simple Hey, I’m here.
I love dancing,
I love shaking my hips as if worms are controlling me.
I enjoy moving like a possessed creature and sweating like crazy while dancing
(You’re not really dancing if you don’t sweat).
I like güiros,
and I won’t be stopped by the lack of this instrument in my new country.
I can make a güiro out of almost anything;
you’d be surprised about my indispensable skill of improvised güiro making.
I prefer babies over dogs.
I do like dogs (First World dogs are insanely smart and polite, I don’t know why),
but you won’t see me petting random canines in the street.
I will, however, wave and smile at babies and kids at any opportunity.
I don’t care at all about real state
(Simple and clear, nothing more to add).
I love music,
I cannot understand the world without it.
I’m not cool,
I’ve never been, and I doubt this could change.
I like weird music and
I deeply enjoying reading poetry aloud.
of music and poetry will definitely make me cry.
I like food with flavor,
Boiled vegetables with butter are not a dish.
Luckily my grandma raised me well,
So if you give them to me I will eat them.
(I like vegetables, but boiling them doesn’t make them into a dish,
they simply transform from raw to cooked).
Note: If someone is offended by this post, just think of it as a fictional account of what I sort of think, but not really. (¡Claro que me gustan los chícharos hervidos!)