"There are blows in life, so powerful ... I do not know."
Nearly three years after the birth, life gave me a wonderful gift: a small inbred Jaime name. Since its early stages, I was awarded the role of older sister spent my youth to guide you through the paths of virtue. To instill respect for nature, took my cats, dogs and mice to bed que le dieran los buenos. Para desarrollar su sensibilidad, lo ponía a jugar a las muñecas; él era el papá, la mascota o el profesor de karate. Le leí poemas, le hablé de la fraternidad del mundo, de las frágiles fronteras entre el bien y el mal… Ahora el retoño ha crecido, empieza a extender las alas para volar del nido, y toda la familia observamos, atentos, intentando adivinar qué rumbos tomará.
No niego que hemos tenido nuestros desencuentros. Recuerdo la vez que lanzó una de mis mascotas por la ventana. O cuando jugamos a La Bella Durmiente y al reinterpretar la pelea de Maléfica y el príncipe, Jaime olvidó los límites entre fantasía y realidad y me descalabró con un metal tube. Or when in front of my father, I asked my little boyfriend in high school that made him to kiss me how, if I'm so small. I've had my details. I probably hated the day he arrived with his friends home and I had turned his room into a nursery for my dolls. Or when he used his baseball mitt and hospital bed for a lizard wound. Or the countless times you call at four in the morning to ask if I open the door because I forgot the keys.
Nevertheless, our relationship is love. And despite the pilot who has lived past Jaime (has ventured into a wide range of activities seemingly unrelated to each other), never imagine what would happen is happening. Without further notice, overnight, announced it was writing songs. We ask that you show your work, excited, and what was my surprise when I realized that the verses were pronounced lips, no doubt, a reggaeton song. Not repeat here the words, my sense of decency will not let me. But they were reggaeton's good, go, in every sense of the word. Immediately I turned around to see my mom, who was biting his lower lip, I wonder if holding back the laughter or the urge to mourn.
Yes, gentlemen. After all I've railed against this kind and preachers, today my brother is one of them. Take your banana monkey. And although at first glance has no common feature or accessory with Wisin and Yandel (again graciasadios), found in verses as reggaeton expression. And before that, I can only adjust. So now I come to virtual sessions of reggaeton in showing me their favorite videos and interpretation of the lyrics.
No way ... Jaime is one of my favorite people in the world. And if he can respect that I like to breed lizards wounds, I can respect that he likes to do reggaeton.
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