Had been a girl, Reynaldo Arenas had called Reyna. O Reynita of Charity. It would be blonde, petite, looking naive and language of fear. Foul-mouthed, then, blonde with black tongue. It would have been, Reynaldo, and no doubt a great writer. Misunderstood, yes. Perhaps their stories would be slightly different, more attached to the everyday and the domestic. The life of women in Cuba, but tough, not so much like homosexuals, because if so, commit a crime. His capacity for irony would be the same for every ancestral concealing pain and his "joke" would be dotted with children's details as "the burning pee." The management of the hypothetical language Reyna would be almost the same. Queen of Charity would be like ... or as Teresa Maricari of Charity ... Caritere Terecari ... ... ... Teresa Dovalpage Carirreyna go nombrazo actually a composite of the real name of the writer, Doval, with his first American husband, since deceased, Page. Each author is part of a genealogy and in that sense, Teresa is a direct descendant of Arenas, daughter of the pen. Like this one, combining a vision fiercely opposed to the ceremony, a waiver to comply with the life and speech that is represented as well as an impressive skill to blend into the language ... language and merge to become popular and cult a very personal speech, "She will undoubtedly be consulted when writing the true story of Cuba today, "said Ena Columbié, publisher of Editions Entreoíos, in the aftermath of Because of Candela!, the latest book of stories by Teresa.
Born in Havana on October 1, 1966, Teresa is not reflected in his wide smile and mischievous twinkle in his large eyes have gone through painful moments as those of her heroines. Tells, however, from the personal experience of having to overcome the thirst with water and sweetened with brown sugar range from clinging to the possibility of a better future, or meet the immediate need, canceling that. Teresa was lucky it got off the island. It was, in fact, the only family that got it, "tried, unsuccessfully, during the Mariel boatlift, he tells me. By ill fortune (or good, who knows) the boat that sent the half-sisters of my grandmother went to the Dominican Republic flag and were not allowed to enter the Cuban port. Apart from these distant relatives, whom I did not know, I had no other relatives in the United States, so that I could think of no other way out, but was tired of passing work, the camels, soy hash and the special period "
"In 1994-still smiling Teresita met Hugh Page, an American psychologist who traveled to Cuba with Pastors for Peace. God rest her soul. We got married at 95 and 96 and I was in San Diego. "Currently, the Cuban writer lies in Taos, New Mexico, in which he teaches university and pursuing a doctorate in Latin American Literature. She is married to Gary James, aircraft mechanic, my blue collar , Teresa calls him, "ah, but read a lot and loves to mention that ...!" Teresa made her debut in the literature honor in 2004, although English and signed by Teresa de la Caridad Doval, with A Girl Like Che Guevara (Soho Press Inc., Soho, New York), which received very good response from readers Anglos, but have not yet been translated into English, "if a publisher is interested in it, later !, "she exclaims. In the back of Posesas of Havana, his first novel written and published in English, Teresa acknowledges having been "Elsa", one of the three narrators of history, professor of English in Havana. It is possible that, as Elsa, Theresa has been the subject of nicknames by other students, who caricatured on pieces of paper that passed each other, "papers with my sad caricature", but seeing her so beautiful, smiling and clinking of necklaces and bracelets, it is difficult to associate it with the hopeless Elsa:
"Here (in Cuba) could have filmed another movie. The Chariot acubanado either weak, consumed, opening times three hundred sixty-five the door of a refrigerator empty. A door closed again alone, leaving him with his mouth open and biting of pure hunger, black mustache. Charlot socialist at lunch, with nothing to eat lunch. "(Posesas of Havana, Pureplay Press, Albuquerque, NM, 2004, p. 62) La Habana ... what better backdrop for the mischievous contemporary neoliberal and imperialist? Where the situation is not exactly fair and happy, though its inhabitants same maximally exploited his genius or the most trivial talent. Teresa puts us in Havana more by the language and ideology that tourist references ... but of course, can not miss the internationally famous Coppelia Nevería immortalized by Senel Paz in Strawberry and Chocolate. Posesas of Havana is introduced, so flat and without asking permission, as indeed put one in a neighbor's house, back in Havana in the "privacy" of a family dominated by females. The only son, Emy, Elsa's brother, is gay, but not a gay friendly but a singular joy that abusing the mother, grandmother and sister. Uses, even for a profession that these have abhorred: prostitution. This should be noted, does not do better than the lad. No, at least, the hypocrite and the concerned Mother Grandmother. Elsa, with whose story opens the novel, is the most honest of the three.
Difficult call "home" to a lot of people deformed in a small apartment. Abuelonga it this way: "(...) Instead of moving, we have regressed as crabs. Now we are forced to be nose to nose. Clustered with each other, smelling the PEO others are discarded. What we will not fajarnos by God "(pp. 108 and 109). The story faithfully reproduces the despair of not being with oneself. Failure to find a loophole to think about the future, something, incidentally, very convenient for a regime like Castro. All women in this family, excluding Elsa, and even Beiyan, daughter of this, are characterized by their pettiness can be justified on the problematic relationship of each with the mother and the hardships of moral and material are subject to well by a mutual hatred that coexistence requires forced disguise, if not mocking affection, tolerance. They also realized a deep misogyny that degenerates into self-loathing. With all his homosexuality, and in a place where the condition is stigmatized as a ruthless, Emy is a favorite of his grandmother and mother for the simple fact of being male. Elsa, however, and despite its high intellectual level, is neglected for lack of beauty or, rather, of what the island is meant by this, curves, curves ... breasts ... ass ... "and becomes more despicable in the eyes of her mother and grandmother when she becomes pregnant from a university professor ... and married. The management of double standards is emphasized to the absurd in Cuban society, where only economic benefit "lava" certain peccadilloes like homosexuality Emy, the most despises his sister. Elsa has been abandoned by the father of the child, who in turn has betrayed his best friend. This makes it "a fool", a "calibrated." What's worse is that the attitude of the grandmother and mother is transmitted to the daughter of Elsa, a product of that relationship, "the only beautiful family," who ends up neglecting his mother too.
The reality shows Teresa in this novel, would be intolerable without the subterfuge of black humor, as well Reynalda, handled with exceptional skill. The abuse of which they are subject by the three narrators of their mothers outraged at anyone, "the Parents are weak or ornamental appearances. Both the grandmother and mother seem to gloat over the violent episodes, as if remembering them exercise a kind of conspiracy, not exorcism Abuelonga and mother both have the grudge against the respective parent table that prevents them from capsizing in self-pity. For Abuelonga, who happens to pre-Castro Havana, exhibits in the face of terrible violence maternal footprint. And while justified the attack by bringing up her mother's schizophrenia, the Abuelonga later he finds the means to retaliate, denouncing the infidelity of the mother to the father. Abuelonga, in turn, will exert violence on his daughter, from his dull marriage to Rafael, who prefers to sleep with her grandson Emy with her, and tricks him cheerfully as male crosses your path. Elsa, in turn, apply the same law against his grandmother and mother. The forced cohabitation between four women who hate each other, telling Beiyan makes low stronghold circumstances serve to run small domestic vengeance, "(...) the truth to live here is to die in pieces." (P. 50).
political discourse is latent in the three women, although very different: for Abuelonga, but had to give up their limited privileges, the Revolution has produced bitterness and nostalgia than abolished. The mother, the most apolitical of the three, is distracted daydreaming about the possibility of new life. Elsa, meanwhile, is the most thoughtful, the one seeking to lack direction, but ultimately did not find any: (...) I always wanted to leave Cuba. Not gusanos, if I really care policy unless the sex of the flies, but to see the snow (...) If being a communist was yelling go of the dross which were on the hoarse bellowing Mariel or alive Fidel in the demonstrations, then I was a communist. But not because I felt, but because it was the right thing to do (...) "(p. 19).
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A story by Teresa Dovalpage
Some of these issues, the politician in particular, are taken up in his third novel, Death of a Murcia in Havana (Anagram, Hispanic narrative, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2006) Herralde Award finalist for Best Novel), more ambitious Posesas ... as regards the management of masterful command of language that reminds us reach another great: Guillermo Cabrera Infante: "(...) so that men go into the street and perfumed and made up, three-toed heels high and-glow necklaces, to dare to so much here in Havana must have the pockets large and very set in place, although fags (...) " (P. 96). It also features an ingenious set of entanglements, hilarious from beginning to end, that as in Posesas detail ... exposing a series of events that only the humor gets dim. the protagonist, has in common with Elsa refuse to "riders" and a mother who sees in it a little defective merchandise that will help her out of trouble. Flacuchita Maricari is also, though his face, to say the Mercedes / Teófilo, is beautiful, identical to the princess of "Las Meninas" by Velazquez. Unlike Elsa, with professional studies, develops Maricari cloth dolls to sell to tourists. In the midst of one of their little walk along the boardwalk, which coincides with Pius, Murcia businessman in his sixties who has gone to the island on business. During the trade between the innocent girl and abroad, this is offered to take her home ... car! Maricari's mother, the Mandonsísima, sees in the old the opportunity he implored the sky. As Abuelonga mother and possessiveness, The Mandonsísima despises the status of women, especially his daughter. The fault had even prompted the old man who raped seven years as Abuelonga guilty of inciting his daughter to one of his lovers who fiddled with this being a pubescent: "To discontinue self-righteousness, that is not cookie oven. That is not brought by the innocent. Jimmy and she had dipped the bread in the sauce for months. Stapled surprised one day in my own bed and doing dirty things since childhood Maricari liked crap ... no one was allowed to warm an old neighbor asquerosísimo, when there was seven years old?, Fucking slut! "( italics in original, p. 47). Thus, the Mandonsísima is justified by what the child intended to do: to seduce the old Murcia to take them out of that hole and, if possible ... in Cuba!
in Posesas ... hatred of the mother to the daughter is well matched: there are two beings forced to endure each other's company and "smelled SOPs." The mother daughter deposited on the weight of your frustration. Maricari, however, is convinced by the Mandonsísima that Pius is the solution to all problems ... eat every day, for example. A Maricari the thought of sleeping with someone for money you have sick stomach, but before that poverty, her mother makes her feel responsible, you can not afford to be strict. Then go where "Mercedes", a transvestite who for all his flamboyant title of philologist is forced to make a living as a "spiritualist" "(...) The certainty that would have to resort back to my bachelor's degree in philology to earn one hundred and ninety dollars, sitting behind a desk lame, I was terrified." (P. 131). Mercedes / Teófilo ends up becoming the confidant of Maricari, more lonely girl, and this ends up living under the roof of Murcia businessman, surrounded by comforts undreamed, giving the Mandonsísima good life, which basically does not explain why the old saw in that skinny little girl, that is, envy of her daughter: "(...) even if he had inherited my ass do not fit into the chairs! (...) "(Italics in original, p. 118). The elemental love mother / daughter is absent. Maricari Mandonsísima not forgive the failure to defend the rapist of his childhood. On the other hand, has nothing against Pius, for whom experience a sincere gratitude ... which does not prevent him from Teofilo love, who comes with great tenderness.
Teo who is openly homosexual and cohabiting with the bull, a manly-looking mulatto, had to cancel all Maricari likely to be matched ... but the issue of sexuality, seems to say Teresa, is quite complex, incomprehensible. Like love. Suffice it to count the erotic life of Theophilus, which garners fame fag after a ridiculous incident that however, aroused in him an inclination asleep although until then "tuning" usually with a girlfriend. Living with Maricari reminds her initially orientation does not mean you stop being attracted to the Bull-and end up entangled. Contrary to what one might think, over Teo sissy reputation not free of suspicion on an island where there tends to believe that tastes like sex are concerned. Teo's mother thinks he sees a "conversion" miracle in your child, proof that little God has heard their pleas. In the midst of this morally ambivalent society, one could say that Maricari and Matt are the most noble characters in history. On the other part Maricari, Teo and Pius are somewhat silly, until innocent. The old man has done nothing but what is expected of him as a good green tail and money: get a girl. The three protagonists are victims of taxation and social stereotypes.
Maybe it was the same naivete to cause the tragedy. Yes, even the practice of low intelligence who make up the peculiar triangle. A writer of the island, studying abroad, he runs on his return to the story that each person has their own version. He then decides to write about. Of course, this is an intervention itself Teresa of Charity as a character: "Hey, What do you want to do a novel about Theophilus and Maricari? Are you all crazy? Who wants to read about depraved and bandits? No, girl, no. If you want to write up something nice, romantic, not crimes or Santeria or fuck the one who walks all day dealing. Hey, we see that the writers do not have material for their stories when they lay hold to such rot! (...) "(Pp. 177 and 178).
"It's a joke I gave my mother," replied Teresa laughed when asked if in fact based its story on real events. I wanted to put it in the story somehow, but she insisted that, in this case, I should appear too. His words (ie, the words "mother Teresa") are taken verbatim from the author directs me of my days when he sees fit. The story is based on a true isolated, but there have been cases of foreigners scrambling to Cuba who have completed killed by them, or by lovers of the girls ... Well, I do not believe me, are rumors that I have come by Radio Bemba. "
By then Teresa told me about a project that excited me and apparently has not abandoned, a novel that would take the title "Jane Eyre's rumba", plus two more, one in English entitled "Childhood under Castro This" and another, in English, which would tentatively entitled "From home to hooker lady. What has since been published, however, is a book of stories titled "Because of Candela" and a short novel, worthy of Short Fiction Award V Rincón de la Victoria, 2009, "The deceased Fidel" (Iduna, Stock Cobra 2010), adapted from a play by himself and was performed under the title "Until the mortage us part" in the Sting Theater in Chicago. Do not be misled the reader by the inclusion of the name "Fidel" in history for, as well as explains the singular narrator recounts his life and death from Beyond, "Fidel" is the most popular name for boys since the day Cuban Draft perpetual dictator became leader of the Fatherland.
's stories Because of Candela!, Played once more in the stifling atmosphere and yet full of black humor of his novels, but not so repetitive as to be the essence and dynamics of their stories. I thought we, as Angels, the protagonist of the story "of how the spirit of my aunt great-grandmother left New York, the spirit of Theresa leaves her body at night to devote to err on the island where she was born and developed upstream. It is not mere nostalgia that transports Teresita in time and space as you type, and therefore takes the reader along with it, this sort of astral travel, the pace of the euphoria of Celia Cruz. As noted in the story that opens the book, also entitled "Because of Candela." It is very typical of the island Cuban immigrants carried with them thefts, like a ring in its case or a Tiffany lamp, the last vestiges of wealth to the families of the island hold as a life preserver amid the wreckage.
Another aspect common to the novels of Teresa and her stories, is the ability, the result of habit I guess the humor guard against the tragedy of hunger and the total lack of privacy characteristic of this vast prison with beach Cuba is to bring the hilarity to tragedy. Beyond the picaresque, which is noted a strong trend in Teresa's prose exposes recounted situations that would be inadmissible in a different light: breach of trust, revenge female children raped, and the amazing thing is that moves us to laughter without resorting to more prestigious language skills, without ever falling on the grotesque. His tone seems to say: "It is normal for these occur here that's life in this island." So then, between an abortion and a beating, between a rumba seniors who sexually initiates a gringo and a teenage boy who masturbates looking at a portrait of his grandmother when he was young, are not outside the magical and fantastic elements, batidillo also arises as part of daily life in Cuba. The author's familiarity with Mexican, on the other hand, comes up in several of his stories, such as the Zapotec Indian woman, being taken by some Cubans from baby reunited with its roots in a rather nice - " Cubanoteca "- or one in which a young woman affected by reading the work of Elena Garro choose to kill the abusive husband - "With Elena in court" - in spite of being its main purpose is to question the social dogmas and practices derived from the same attitudes that generate misogynistic, racist and classist, both in Cuba and the United States and, of course, in Mexico.
For its part, "The deceased Fidel" is the first of his novels coming out of Cuba and takes place in an area fed ungrateful-but paradise compared to the island prison, for Cubans fugitives Miami, Florida. And Reynaldo Arenas left in his extraordinary biography, Before Night Falls, witness the contempt with which they are treated by the new Cuban immigrants who preceded them, and Teresa mentions this aspect through the voice of Fidel Carballo had to change its name "Phillip", because "Fidel Being in Miami is like being Adolph in Jerusalem" (p. 82).
At first I was disoriented, struggling with English and the incomprehension of their compatriots who had forty years here. They would not understand that one was too, dammit, so exiled like them. Those who came in the sixties tried a los recién llegados como a unos apestados. Y hasta los marielitos, fíjese usted, que ésos sí tenían fama de maleantes y drogadictos, los marielitos aplatanados (o enmiamados) también nos miraban por encima del hombro. Nosotros, los que vinimos en los noventa, resultamos ser la última carta de la baraja, los contaminados por una larga permanencia en el sucio suelo patrio, que tanto ellos dicen querer….” (p. 46)
Así se expresa Fidel o Phillip ante la médium que han contratado su esposa e hija para conocer la verdadera causa de la muerte del padre que, están convencidas, se suicidó al verse cercado por las deudas. Pero Fidel no se dirige a una médium cualquiera: Incarnation repeated written everything dictate the dead silence and remains even when the "dead man" no longer praise for their attractive way to move despite having more than sixty years. Encarnación, very professional it does not correspond to the blatant flirtation with Fidel Castro and is limited to writing - in shorthand? - All he has to say, including what would never have dared to recognize in life: her love for a wife addicted to soap operas, especially Sex on the city, his sadness at the indifference of an ultra feminist daughter who openly vied in life-but can not be said to have been an authoritarian father, or at least he not perceived as such and his tenderness for the son in whom they place all their hopes ... and turned out to be gay, something that no longer is as dire as when he was alive. It also relates with great affection, and a lust that his condition of mind fails to appease "his secretary-mistress, Delilah also Cuban, who, with his back to the commonplace, is the most noble and loyal to the novel
Dovalpage Teresa says he hates politics, but it is impossible to deal with Cuba and not fall into these murky waters, which she handled like all others, as a daily. Impossible not to talk about the experience in Cuba without associating with the beard of Fidel: "(...) Christmas was banished for counter, the turkey and champagne bourgeois materialist (...)" ("The first object of his lust," Because of Candela! , p. 95). But no matter what type Teresa, and how terrible it: inevitably comes out of tenderness to the children who are reluctant to lose their innocence, no matter how many times they hit, they were injected and were violated. Do not be surprised, therefore, Teresita de la Caridad, complete with his new Ph.D. and a literary genius who has not been properly recognized, either as a naughty child that seems to embrace and cover with candy.
A story by Teresa Dovalpage
child molesters "I?
In memory of my grandmother, who would have enjoyed this story
In memory of my grandmother, who would have enjoyed this story
say your husband wants me to go. Then I go, girl. I'm going now. Back to Cuba in the first plane out there. Overall, the best places I have launched and then asked me to return. On my knees I have asked, so you know. Ah.
Now, I do not think I quite coy long. No, sir. I'll go, but I have to hear before and my tongue has more than three blocks long, eh. Because that's come to accuse me of old lady is a slur unworthy and I have to endure. For my ovaries I swear, that I will hear in the White House herself go.
no mistake. The fact that I call it my old bitch. Yes, I'd better mothers, as they say in Mexico. What bothers me is not the word, is action. Do you think that is not to bother coming to me saying, because you have to go now to your country, or we put you in jail for corrupting minors? And all for trying to do a favor.
If I had known this I do not move to Cuba. Or I stay in Morelia, people love me there. I had already traveled As had to travel and traveled around the world. Since in the fifties I went to Spain and almost back into fashion with that of the zarzuela
's husband after the wedding
Nothing, nothing should be denied him
For entering the house all its full authority Sign
.
Did not know that music? It seems incredible that you are my daughter, fuck, and you've grown up in show business through Havana. Zarzuela is the pharaoh's court. If you had not been to the moon, eating shit, as always, I would agree it looks that I have sung times when you were young. But you'll always have a damn what I do. Daughter like you, or that I had given birth by the nose. I say the nose if not worse.
But how to see, how your husband is going to accuse me of perverting now Joe? I did not stay to hear. All I did was help the unlucky boy to find his way to the center of the earth. To know the truth of life, were not to sprout feathers. And instead of thanking me, me ...
Huh? What does a social worker is there to talk to me? Then it happens. Not that I go to eat. Pa Cuje I am very afraid of anyone. Passing and well.
Good afternoon. Are you a social worker who is attending the case of Joe? No, not my grandson. How many times do I have to repeat? That boy is the son of her husband My daughter, born in Iowa and raised in Chicago. And I just arrived in this country, practically, and I saw her face for the first time two months ago. So from grandma, nananina.
Yes, I am Cuban. Neighborhood of Cayo Hueso, in Centro Habana. What? No, no, I do not get entangled in politics. By the beard let him in the Central Committee. If he is alive or already kicked the bucket, let him and his soul. I do not know anything about that nor do I care. For me, to be buried tomorrow.
I am of the opinion of the late Celia Cruz, who is in heaven the angels singing salsa. You do not know what he said azúcaaa screaming? That where it entered the political the door, the art was going out the window. And I am an artist, not a politician.
Feminism? Dismayed that ... What does feminism or eight quarters? Let's see, feminism is what brings the women in this country, my daughter, for example? He spends his days working the very stupid. He gets up at half past five, it buzzes for the office and back and dark. Listen, there's no sun in this Chicago at six o'clock. Gentlemen, what is out of the house and go home and not see a ray of light salao all the way! He hums the merequetén.
Then it gets cooked. Because the husband manganzón those of liberal and that we all Have the Same rights, but tell me what he does for his country. Ni host. Put the spoons in the dishwasher and is believed to be putting a medal vanguard worker. And then to squash your ass watching TV and no one can lift.
Meanwhile, my daughter is the one that sends the cocinao, and the arrangement of the house and reviewing the lesson to the boys. That's the triumph of feminism? No, my love, that's a lot of men sing small, they are freeloaders, and many comemierdería of women who take leave bobby.
In my time, women tended the house and had to walk for dealing with heaviness of the leaders. Or the heads, which are also Anja. It took an afternoon to shop and walked calmly better humor. Now they have sought double time: at home and at work. I do not say if they have to be taking sleeping pills, valium callers. Do not tell me.
And the boys can not be more spoiled. He spend the whole day screaming. Until you sit in front of the TV as the father. Pláfata! That's another thing: the TV turned on since arriving from the street. These kids are going to go idiots, mesmerized for hours in front of a screen. So when they grow have problems with this unit, as the stepson of my daughter. (The gadget below, not the TV.) Why not go even half an hour to a park. No play, no running or sunning. The only thing this move is the finger, look, pa change channel selector. Fu.
Come to the point, yes. As the chickens. Let's see what you meant me? Of course Joe does not accuse me. Fresh news. What are you going to blame? How to get into bed and pull down your pants? Not to be the chaste Joseph. Have you not heard the entrance of Joseph in Pharaoh's court? As reads:
I played the flute and flute
bounded about me and the goats love
not thought to be sin
and because he was too busy
that I was not even a lamb
and I can not lose
the poor.
Okay, let the song. But I will tell you how began. So I would not call me perverted or put him in chaste Joseph.
What I did was try to help Joe. Lend him a hand as they say here. More than a hand, of course. Lend him my pussy, this, the furry fur, which lack good it did.
Two months ago I was very quiet in my apartment in Central Havana. Avenida Carlos III between Espada and San Francisco. Next to the Emergency hospital, for more signs. There's your house. And I was not eating a cable as the old people of Buena Vista Social Club Ry Cooder discovered when, or shining shoes or anything like that.
is that I have faith, you know? No, no religion. In Cuba it means family abroad. Someone who assigned him to one U.S. dollar, because without them Havana makes you worse than a wasteland of Peter, go. With what I sent my daughter was fighting. He sold the bogus K-Mart that she had sent by Cubapacks. Thanks to my business and the dollars they also made me get from time to time I buy my coffee (coffee-brown, pylon, no shit that give the book there or watery American coffee, which is another crap) and my piece of pork in the market and my hash in the malls. The malls are shopping for dollars, mija. And he had a marinovio, a fifty that will not look like George Clooney but he's not toss pa dogs.
And suddenly, unexpectedly, they call me from Morelia. I had played there in Michoacán in the sixties. I did a tour of the Aztec earth and let the Mexicans, pardon the immodesty, crazy me. The very simple, I was told when I went down the stage after singing it for
Come, Joseph. Come
.
What is love?
I'm going to explain
because I believe that love should be something rich.
Ay! Hebrew!
must be a bug that bites. The more righteous
applauded me. The Cuban Embil Pepita, I called. Grabbed the public.
It turns out that an entrepreneur comes up with Teatro Morelos me a tribute at this stage of life. Said that one night he saw the newspaper clippings of those years and who dreamed me a Sept. 8. Oshun was who gave me the grace of the trip, because that day is your party. Oshun is the Virgin of Charity of Cobre, the orisha of love. You see this gold medal with her image? I have it since he was fifteen years here, hanging between the breasts, and I take it off or to bathe. What we have seen this medal stamped, mija .... If you get to do stories end in a week. Stories live and in living color. Without censorship or beeps. Of them get a best-seller, go.
Being in Morelia, singing and dancing, my daughter calls me and asks why I do not jump to the north. Ampang jumped because of Morelia to Chicago buzz is not from here to the corner. The first time I said no, Cuban passport that I was not going to give entry visa to the United States, but she give that dale.
That I will seek, I insisted. You get a false passport. We crossed the border to Juarez in a car because there unless you look at the papers at airports. That how you will return to Cuba without getting to know your grandchildren. Both grinder that finally convinced me.
So I finished my last presentation in the land of Morelos I got my blonde wig, with whom wore looked just like the woman in the photo that appeared on the false passport. I dressed rather elegant. I took a shower of Chanel No. 5 behind the ears and between the legs and so I took my plane posing as U.S. citizen. Facilitated.
No, the language does not scare me. How would scare me? If I sang My Fair Lady,
I Could Have Danced All Night And Still Have
begger for more.
I Could Have
spread my wings And done a Thousand Things I've never done before.
who I had not discussed as a servant was born in the middle of Broadway and a light snack ceremil times in Central Park in New York. At
Chicago with my daughter (who was all the way to the heart in the mouth, although the idea had been smuggled spend it) we waited for my son. By the way, since I took an eye on the type and seemed half Sanac. For starters, you shit scared to have an illegal alien, as he says, under his responsibility. For that, I would have left quietly in Morelia. At the end is that I did not ask or bring me na na.
The terror of them was that I got sick. Since I had no insurance and no way to get me one .... Then one day I said fuck no more. If I get sick, I put on a plane even if you pal Middle East. And if I die, throw me in the snow pa do not stink. How much nonsense.
My daughter, after so much struggle for me to come, he spent more time on the street next to me. They left the two to work and leave me alone like a dog. My grandchildren were in the preschool and did not allow me to care. I think my son was afraid that my illegal Cuban contaminated.
The only one who came near me and tried to entertain was the son of my son, who then visited us once or twice a week. Yes, the mentioned Joe, the stepson of my daughter. So incest nothing. That genes that boy I had no hand nor, thank God.
Joe and I talked a lot. The first week I looked like a child, but is higher than his father. But I was glad someone paid attention, you know? What no one else did. We put to speak from the two and a half since he left high school to five and pick my daughter who came with her husband and children.
What did what else? Well, not much. Estarme shut up here all the time. Oh, and watch TV. But even that entertained me. My God, these little girls that appear in MTV anemic, what more ugly bugs have no meat or a meat pie pa. That's the beauty of today? If what is needed is that inflate with an auxiliary air filled tires. Neither have boobs or culín.
back to Joe, I went over English. That when it is used and when to be English because it is always to be. Of course, as mine is music I taught with the lyrics of the songs. He sang, for example:
I was very sad and tearful
was
because unknowingly
something was missing.
to explain to be used for the emotional thing that changes from moment to moment. While the issues is to be more permanent, as the source: me
Of Thebes, was born in Thebes
. Our Lady of Thebes
call me me. Although I
instead of Thebes told Cuba, to give local color to the lessons. And boy was not awkward because enseguidita learned. One day he said: "You're cute." I was made up and well groomed because I would bring a Estarbú and wanted to look presentable. So I said "was" nice for a night but usually did not look so good. Then let me go very naughty: Oh, no. You are always beautiful so I say you're cute. Look
parejero Americanito has gone to, I thought. But no, I did not pay more attention to the night of Stinger.
Some friends of my daughter had heard of my tour in Mexico and asked me to do a performance here in a theater called Stinger. Chiquito, but well located and fixed public. For me not to pray, I said yes, although I had been thinking more entertainers. Di
feature one night only. I started coughing up the irons. And I sang and danced like my good times. And I shook my buttocks to the rhythm of
Come here. Look at me.
not feel so chaste, Joseph.
When the show finishes and I go out to mingle with people ... Alabao, pa what was that! Joe was dazzled. He brought me a glass of wine and gave me a huge bouquet of roses. But huge. Do not know where or if the purchase took before entering the theater, but there was the bouquet. Monumental. And it gave me a kiss that resonated from the left ear to the right ovary. That is what our about your father and the first thing he said to Joe is: "Why are you taking? Look drinking age have not yet! "
Was to kill him. Do you know what it is telling that to your child in front of a bunch of people? I do not speak for me, after I take the family. But there were many girls, girlfriends of him from high school and neighbors and acquaintances. The embarrassment that made him go. That lack of delicacy, pussy.
Among the girls was such an Ashley. Very slender indeed very funny and quite out of the dish. Enseguidita realized that I liked Joe. So the next day, when the boy comes to talk me out and tells me how beautiful was the function last night and how beautiful I looked and bla bla bla, I asked for Ashley. "She's cute too," I replied, "but not like you. In addition, We Do not Have chemistry. "
" Since when chemistry and physics and astronomy have to do with issues of love? "I asked. And instead of answering, the kid, the kid, the comebolas gives me a kiss. In the mouth this time. So we started.
Yes, we took a tumble, but nothing serious. I had my scruples, to be honest. How do I go to bed with a boy who could be my grandson? Until I realized that the poor man had not done before. Imagine that. At seventeen years and had not put his tail in any place or knew the truth of life. What backwardness, by God. Nobody would say that we in the developed world.
course, so I felt bad with girls. For a man who has ever done (and similarly a woman, mismito) is lacking something. Is incomplete, as it were. Did not the poet sang Machado?
say the man is not man
While not hear his name
the lips of a woman
Maybe.
And I said, no, we do a charity y. ..
What if this is the first time I'm with a minor? Hey, you should give worth calling "minor" to a great guy with a belaying pin eight inches and six feet tall. Be of pushing, damn. How
at seventeen years old a man is not going to be able to tune to who wants it? Why it's against the law? Look, the first time I slept with my boyfriend I was fifteen and he was sixteen. At that time people did not put with such crap. And I'm talking about for nearly sixty years. Nothing that this world is going backwards like crabs. Then they talk about evolution.
No, in Cuba there are no problems with age. Everything is prohibited, except that. On prohibiting temper, people up in arms. What they have not achieved the special period and the brigades Yard nor the soy mince half a pound per person does a law like that, my word.
Well I wanted Joe to excite declare it to Ashley, the invite for a coffee, whatever. But he clung to me. Every day since that first hugs, took her to come straight home to spend time with me. As was the first time I tasted ice cream, he took a taste and there was no way I let go. And I said, son, hold on a little, now I'm not a teenager and even florimbamba wears with much use, eh.
The problem was that before we ... affair, as they say here, he visited the house twice a week at most. Hola, hello pal fuck a moment and see her father and now. But then he appeared every day about leaving school. That's when my son seems to became suspicious. Besides, it would have drawn their conclusions by the way I looked at Joe. Even when there were people in front, that the creature, with his holy innocence, could not even pretend.
My son went to velarnos and we caught an afternoon grilling corn. I will not give details but it was pretty ... embarrassing, go. Compromising what they call here. Ball around naked in the two and the boy with the tail more stop glory of a flagpole. Just imagine.
then formed the jam. Called the counselor and yourself, and the boy's mother and the mother of my son and the mother of the tomatoes. The chaos was that, well. And now my daughter tells me that I go well that they put in jail for illegal entry and corrupting minors. The best thing I can do is get out before the scandal comes to newspapers or television.
A television, pa kennel that .... Who has seen me on Oprah or Cristina (well, Oprah would have to take me with a translator) with tremendous sign: Cuban Grandma commits incest with American grandson. Red and capitalized. Azúcaaa.
Go, go, do not annoy me. That neither the boy is my grandson, and I'm going to program any dirty laundry in public as they do here. One has much dignity for that.
Here comes my daughter again so we ended up. That was that. I told them I was going and go. Give me the suitcase, girl. The only thing I regret is that I stop to say goodbye to Joe who, as I have understood, stuffed headfirst into the psychologist. That is what is going to traumatize, rubbings not me. And they told me to see me crying and saying he was not going to accuse. Fresh news.
Look, you have to do is to deal with more important things. To see if put to the homeless that do not freeze when it starts to snow, and if they give health care to everyone instead of beating around worrying about what people do with their private parts.
And I'm going. Pa Cuba. O pal carajo, which is not the same, as would Silvio Rodriguez but equal.
Ay Ba ... Ay Ba ...
Alas, Babylon tide.
Oh, va. .. Oh, va. ..
Oh, come soon to Judea.
Bye.
Now, I do not think I quite coy long. No, sir. I'll go, but I have to hear before and my tongue has more than three blocks long, eh. Because that's come to accuse me of old lady is a slur unworthy and I have to endure. For my ovaries I swear, that I will hear in the White House herself go.
no mistake. The fact that I call it my old bitch. Yes, I'd better mothers, as they say in Mexico. What bothers me is not the word, is action. Do you think that is not to bother coming to me saying, because you have to go now to your country, or we put you in jail for corrupting minors? And all for trying to do a favor.
If I had known this I do not move to Cuba. Or I stay in Morelia, people love me there. I had already traveled As had to travel and traveled around the world. Since in the fifties I went to Spain and almost back into fashion with that of the zarzuela
's husband after the wedding
Nothing, nothing should be denied him
For entering the house all its full authority Sign
.
Did not know that music? It seems incredible that you are my daughter, fuck, and you've grown up in show business through Havana. Zarzuela is the pharaoh's court. If you had not been to the moon, eating shit, as always, I would agree it looks that I have sung times when you were young. But you'll always have a damn what I do. Daughter like you, or that I had given birth by the nose. I say the nose if not worse.
But how to see, how your husband is going to accuse me of perverting now Joe? I did not stay to hear. All I did was help the unlucky boy to find his way to the center of the earth. To know the truth of life, were not to sprout feathers. And instead of thanking me, me ...
Huh? What does a social worker is there to talk to me? Then it happens. Not that I go to eat. Pa Cuje I am very afraid of anyone. Passing and well.
Good afternoon. Are you a social worker who is attending the case of Joe? No, not my grandson. How many times do I have to repeat? That boy is the son of her husband My daughter, born in Iowa and raised in Chicago. And I just arrived in this country, practically, and I saw her face for the first time two months ago. So from grandma, nananina.
Yes, I am Cuban. Neighborhood of Cayo Hueso, in Centro Habana. What? No, no, I do not get entangled in politics. By the beard let him in the Central Committee. If he is alive or already kicked the bucket, let him and his soul. I do not know anything about that nor do I care. For me, to be buried tomorrow.
I am of the opinion of the late Celia Cruz, who is in heaven the angels singing salsa. You do not know what he said azúcaaa screaming? That where it entered the political the door, the art was going out the window. And I am an artist, not a politician.
Feminism? Dismayed that ... What does feminism or eight quarters? Let's see, feminism is what brings the women in this country, my daughter, for example? He spends his days working the very stupid. He gets up at half past five, it buzzes for the office and back and dark. Listen, there's no sun in this Chicago at six o'clock. Gentlemen, what is out of the house and go home and not see a ray of light salao all the way! He hums the merequetén.
Then it gets cooked. Because the husband manganzón those of liberal and that we all Have the Same rights, but tell me what he does for his country. Ni host. Put the spoons in the dishwasher and is believed to be putting a medal vanguard worker. And then to squash your ass watching TV and no one can lift.
Meanwhile, my daughter is the one that sends the cocinao, and the arrangement of the house and reviewing the lesson to the boys. That's the triumph of feminism? No, my love, that's a lot of men sing small, they are freeloaders, and many comemierdería of women who take leave bobby.
In my time, women tended the house and had to walk for dealing with heaviness of the leaders. Or the heads, which are also Anja. It took an afternoon to shop and walked calmly better humor. Now they have sought double time: at home and at work. I do not say if they have to be taking sleeping pills, valium callers. Do not tell me.
And the boys can not be more spoiled. He spend the whole day screaming. Until you sit in front of the TV as the father. Pláfata! That's another thing: the TV turned on since arriving from the street. These kids are going to go idiots, mesmerized for hours in front of a screen. So when they grow have problems with this unit, as the stepson of my daughter. (The gadget below, not the TV.) Why not go even half an hour to a park. No play, no running or sunning. The only thing this move is the finger, look, pa change channel selector. Fu.
Come to the point, yes. As the chickens. Let's see what you meant me? Of course Joe does not accuse me. Fresh news. What are you going to blame? How to get into bed and pull down your pants? Not to be the chaste Joseph. Have you not heard the entrance of Joseph in Pharaoh's court? As reads:
I played the flute and flute
bounded about me and the goats love
not thought to be sin
and because he was too busy
that I was not even a lamb
and I can not lose
the poor.
Okay, let the song. But I will tell you how began. So I would not call me perverted or put him in chaste Joseph.
What I did was try to help Joe. Lend him a hand as they say here. More than a hand, of course. Lend him my pussy, this, the furry fur, which lack good it did.
Two months ago I was very quiet in my apartment in Central Havana. Avenida Carlos III between Espada and San Francisco. Next to the Emergency hospital, for more signs. There's your house. And I was not eating a cable as the old people of Buena Vista Social Club Ry Cooder discovered when, or shining shoes or anything like that.
is that I have faith, you know? No, no religion. In Cuba it means family abroad. Someone who assigned him to one U.S. dollar, because without them Havana makes you worse than a wasteland of Peter, go. With what I sent my daughter was fighting. He sold the bogus K-Mart that she had sent by Cubapacks. Thanks to my business and the dollars they also made me get from time to time I buy my coffee (coffee-brown, pylon, no shit that give the book there or watery American coffee, which is another crap) and my piece of pork in the market and my hash in the malls. The malls are shopping for dollars, mija. And he had a marinovio, a fifty that will not look like George Clooney but he's not toss pa dogs.
And suddenly, unexpectedly, they call me from Morelia. I had played there in Michoacán in the sixties. I did a tour of the Aztec earth and let the Mexicans, pardon the immodesty, crazy me. The very simple, I was told when I went down the stage after singing it for
Come, Joseph. Come
.
What is love?
I'm going to explain
because I believe that love should be something rich.
Ay! Hebrew!
must be a bug that bites. The more righteous
applauded me. The Cuban Embil Pepita, I called. Grabbed the public.
It turns out that an entrepreneur comes up with Teatro Morelos me a tribute at this stage of life. Said that one night he saw the newspaper clippings of those years and who dreamed me a Sept. 8. Oshun was who gave me the grace of the trip, because that day is your party. Oshun is the Virgin of Charity of Cobre, the orisha of love. You see this gold medal with her image? I have it since he was fifteen years here, hanging between the breasts, and I take it off or to bathe. What we have seen this medal stamped, mija .... If you get to do stories end in a week. Stories live and in living color. Without censorship or beeps. Of them get a best-seller, go.
Being in Morelia, singing and dancing, my daughter calls me and asks why I do not jump to the north. Ampang jumped because of Morelia to Chicago buzz is not from here to the corner. The first time I said no, Cuban passport that I was not going to give entry visa to the United States, but she give that dale.
That I will seek, I insisted. You get a false passport. We crossed the border to Juarez in a car because there unless you look at the papers at airports. That how you will return to Cuba without getting to know your grandchildren. Both grinder that finally convinced me.
So I finished my last presentation in the land of Morelos I got my blonde wig, with whom wore looked just like the woman in the photo that appeared on the false passport. I dressed rather elegant. I took a shower of Chanel No. 5 behind the ears and between the legs and so I took my plane posing as U.S. citizen. Facilitated.
No, the language does not scare me. How would scare me? If I sang My Fair Lady,
I Could Have Danced All Night And Still Have
begger for more.
I Could Have
spread my wings And done a Thousand Things I've never done before.
who I had not discussed as a servant was born in the middle of Broadway and a light snack ceremil times in Central Park in New York. At
Chicago with my daughter (who was all the way to the heart in the mouth, although the idea had been smuggled spend it) we waited for my son. By the way, since I took an eye on the type and seemed half Sanac. For starters, you shit scared to have an illegal alien, as he says, under his responsibility. For that, I would have left quietly in Morelia. At the end is that I did not ask or bring me na na.
The terror of them was that I got sick. Since I had no insurance and no way to get me one .... Then one day I said fuck no more. If I get sick, I put on a plane even if you pal Middle East. And if I die, throw me in the snow pa do not stink. How much nonsense.
My daughter, after so much struggle for me to come, he spent more time on the street next to me. They left the two to work and leave me alone like a dog. My grandchildren were in the preschool and did not allow me to care. I think my son was afraid that my illegal Cuban contaminated.
The only one who came near me and tried to entertain was the son of my son, who then visited us once or twice a week. Yes, the mentioned Joe, the stepson of my daughter. So incest nothing. That genes that boy I had no hand nor, thank God.
Joe and I talked a lot. The first week I looked like a child, but is higher than his father. But I was glad someone paid attention, you know? What no one else did. We put to speak from the two and a half since he left high school to five and pick my daughter who came with her husband and children.
What did what else? Well, not much. Estarme shut up here all the time. Oh, and watch TV. But even that entertained me. My God, these little girls that appear in MTV anemic, what more ugly bugs have no meat or a meat pie pa. That's the beauty of today? If what is needed is that inflate with an auxiliary air filled tires. Neither have boobs or culín.
back to Joe, I went over English. That when it is used and when to be English because it is always to be. Of course, as mine is music I taught with the lyrics of the songs. He sang, for example:
I was very sad and tearful
was
because unknowingly
something was missing.
to explain to be used for the emotional thing that changes from moment to moment. While the issues is to be more permanent, as the source: me
Of Thebes, was born in Thebes
. Our Lady of Thebes
call me me. Although I
instead of Thebes told Cuba, to give local color to the lessons. And boy was not awkward because enseguidita learned. One day he said: "You're cute." I was made up and well groomed because I would bring a Estarbú and wanted to look presentable. So I said "was" nice for a night but usually did not look so good. Then let me go very naughty: Oh, no. You are always beautiful so I say you're cute. Look
parejero Americanito has gone to, I thought. But no, I did not pay more attention to the night of Stinger.
Some friends of my daughter had heard of my tour in Mexico and asked me to do a performance here in a theater called Stinger. Chiquito, but well located and fixed public. For me not to pray, I said yes, although I had been thinking more entertainers. Di
feature one night only. I started coughing up the irons. And I sang and danced like my good times. And I shook my buttocks to the rhythm of
Come here. Look at me.
not feel so chaste, Joseph.
When the show finishes and I go out to mingle with people ... Alabao, pa what was that! Joe was dazzled. He brought me a glass of wine and gave me a huge bouquet of roses. But huge. Do not know where or if the purchase took before entering the theater, but there was the bouquet. Monumental. And it gave me a kiss that resonated from the left ear to the right ovary. That is what our about your father and the first thing he said to Joe is: "Why are you taking? Look drinking age have not yet! "
Was to kill him. Do you know what it is telling that to your child in front of a bunch of people? I do not speak for me, after I take the family. But there were many girls, girlfriends of him from high school and neighbors and acquaintances. The embarrassment that made him go. That lack of delicacy, pussy.
Among the girls was such an Ashley. Very slender indeed very funny and quite out of the dish. Enseguidita realized that I liked Joe. So the next day, when the boy comes to talk me out and tells me how beautiful was the function last night and how beautiful I looked and bla bla bla, I asked for Ashley. "She's cute too," I replied, "but not like you. In addition, We Do not Have chemistry. "
" Since when chemistry and physics and astronomy have to do with issues of love? "I asked. And instead of answering, the kid, the kid, the comebolas gives me a kiss. In the mouth this time. So we started.
Yes, we took a tumble, but nothing serious. I had my scruples, to be honest. How do I go to bed with a boy who could be my grandson? Until I realized that the poor man had not done before. Imagine that. At seventeen years and had not put his tail in any place or knew the truth of life. What backwardness, by God. Nobody would say that we in the developed world.
course, so I felt bad with girls. For a man who has ever done (and similarly a woman, mismito) is lacking something. Is incomplete, as it were. Did not the poet sang Machado?
say the man is not man
While not hear his name
the lips of a woman
Maybe.
And I said, no, we do a charity y. ..
What if this is the first time I'm with a minor? Hey, you should give worth calling "minor" to a great guy with a belaying pin eight inches and six feet tall. Be of pushing, damn. How
at seventeen years old a man is not going to be able to tune to who wants it? Why it's against the law? Look, the first time I slept with my boyfriend I was fifteen and he was sixteen. At that time people did not put with such crap. And I'm talking about for nearly sixty years. Nothing that this world is going backwards like crabs. Then they talk about evolution.
No, in Cuba there are no problems with age. Everything is prohibited, except that. On prohibiting temper, people up in arms. What they have not achieved the special period and the brigades Yard nor the soy mince half a pound per person does a law like that, my word.
Well I wanted Joe to excite declare it to Ashley, the invite for a coffee, whatever. But he clung to me. Every day since that first hugs, took her to come straight home to spend time with me. As was the first time I tasted ice cream, he took a taste and there was no way I let go. And I said, son, hold on a little, now I'm not a teenager and even florimbamba wears with much use, eh.
The problem was that before we ... affair, as they say here, he visited the house twice a week at most. Hola, hello pal fuck a moment and see her father and now. But then he appeared every day about leaving school. That's when my son seems to became suspicious. Besides, it would have drawn their conclusions by the way I looked at Joe. Even when there were people in front, that the creature, with his holy innocence, could not even pretend.
My son went to velarnos and we caught an afternoon grilling corn. I will not give details but it was pretty ... embarrassing, go. Compromising what they call here. Ball around naked in the two and the boy with the tail more stop glory of a flagpole. Just imagine.
then formed the jam. Called the counselor and yourself, and the boy's mother and the mother of my son and the mother of the tomatoes. The chaos was that, well. And now my daughter tells me that I go well that they put in jail for illegal entry and corrupting minors. The best thing I can do is get out before the scandal comes to newspapers or television.
A television, pa kennel that .... Who has seen me on Oprah or Cristina (well, Oprah would have to take me with a translator) with tremendous sign: Cuban Grandma commits incest with American grandson. Red and capitalized. Azúcaaa.
Go, go, do not annoy me. That neither the boy is my grandson, and I'm going to program any dirty laundry in public as they do here. One has much dignity for that.
Here comes my daughter again so we ended up. That was that. I told them I was going and go. Give me the suitcase, girl. The only thing I regret is that I stop to say goodbye to Joe who, as I have understood, stuffed headfirst into the psychologist. That is what is going to traumatize, rubbings not me. And they told me to see me crying and saying he was not going to accuse. Fresh news.
Look, you have to do is to deal with more important things. To see if put to the homeless that do not freeze when it starts to snow, and if they give health care to everyone instead of beating around worrying about what people do with their private parts.
And I'm going. Pa Cuba. O pal carajo, which is not the same, as would Silvio Rodriguez but equal.
Ay Ba ... Ay Ba ...
Alas, Babylon tide.
Oh, va. .. Oh, va. ..
Oh, come soon to Judea.
Bye.
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