él se parece a un conejo viejo
I went to Houston for Thanksgiving. Let me tell you what we ate: avocado salad, pork, beef, black beans, rice, yuko roots, fried plantains, Czech beer, Sangria with cut up apples, Roman Cokes, Pina Coladas, icecream cake, cheesecake…I can’t remember everything.
I like Latino food, Latino families, Latino babies, Latino boys. I also like the words and the music and the dancing. I’ve decided to be Latino when I grow up.
Speaking it though, that's hard core. The words “como” and “culo” sound similar, but should not be used interchangeably.
John’s 88 year old grandmother is my favorite. In English she knows how to say “my shoe is broke” and “son of a bitch.”
When you cross the border from Louisiana into Texas, the air stops smelling bad. The sky gets bigger and the stars get closer. If you’re not careful, you’ll bump your head on the moon.
I like Latino food, Latino families, Latino babies, Latino boys. I also like the words and the music and the dancing. I’ve decided to be Latino when I grow up.
Speaking it though, that's hard core. The words “como” and “culo” sound similar, but should not be used interchangeably.
John’s 88 year old grandmother is my favorite. In English she knows how to say “my shoe is broke” and “son of a bitch.”
When you cross the border from Louisiana into Texas, the air stops smelling bad. The sky gets bigger and the stars get closer. If you’re not careful, you’ll bump your head on the moon.