Birds / whose lascivious vigilant / domestic husband is of the Sun, singing nuncio / who, with bearded coral, not gold / girdles, but with a purple turban.” , himself also very Gongorian. The birds to which the poet refers are the hens, whose husband, the rooster, is indeed very lascivious, or, to put it in vulgar terms, horny, cologón. (Oh, who would have the joy of the rooster, / that he just takes a whim and rides a horse!”).
At the service of the Sun, she announces the arrival of the star with her song. The “bearded coral” alludes to the red growths that hang on either side of the rooster’s beak, and the purple turban refers to its crest. All that to say “chickens”. Lots of shape and little depth. The same, full of protocol, but without substance, seemed to me the meeting between Biden, López and Trudeau. Neither chicha nor lemonade after all; only borage water. It saddens me to say it, but once again we show the world our underdevelopment, first with the potholes, and then with the behavior of our President, who in a most uneducated way monopolized the floor at the press conference given by the three leaders, with what that he took away from his guests the opportunity to answer the questions that were put to them.
The occasion was not for him to show off – that is what his daily and long morning appearances are for -, but for the visitors to present their points of view. I don’t know why when I listened to AMLO’s prolonged dissertation together with his counterparts, visibly uncomfortable, the forceful phrase that my teacher of Civil Procedure Law at the old School of Laws in Saltillo used to spit out at the student who talked a lot came to my mind. and he said little or nothing when presenting the -oral- exam of his subject: “Diarrhea is a stomach disease. Pyorrhea is a mouth disease. Gonorrhea is a crotch disease. And verbiage is a disease of the mind.”
Sound sentence, and lapidary. Better move on to lighter issues. Wedding night. Allow me to introduce you to the groom. His name is Trisagio Reclínez, and he is a standard bearer of the Reverberation Brotherhood. A pious young man he is, and very devout. The bride, named Sabalina, is, to say the least, very different. Before consummating the nuptials, Trisagio told his sweetheart: “I want you to know that I have never had bodily intercourse with a woman. I have kept myself pure, chaste, in order to offer, immaculate, my virginity to the one to whom I will give the most sweet title of wife: you”. Sabalina heard that statement and exclaimed with disgust: “Chin! Another beginner!” The Three Wise Men brought Pepito a little doctor’s bag with his toy stethoscope. He told his father: “I agree to play doctor with you, but what I don’t like is that you charge me for consultations.”
The final tale, which now follows, is typical of goliards. The goliards were, in the Middle Ages, clerics with an irregular life given to the pleasures of gluttony and lust. They wandered from one place to another, either alone or accompanied, and they lived by deceiving the poor people with liars, thaumaturgies. They were rascals, rogues. It happened that a group of those licentious monks happened to pass by a stream of crystalline waters in which several beautiful girls were cooling off, in puris naturabilis, that is, without any clothes. The libidinous tonsured men saw them, and one of them commented: “Brothers: let us thank Heaven that our habits are not made of bronze, for if they were, what bells would be heard now!” (I did not understand it). END.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
I would have liked to meet Pedro Muñoz Seca.
Spanish, he was a writer, playwright. He is mainly remembered for an old movie that was very successful at his time, “Anacleto se divorcia”, on the subject of a comedy he co-wrote.
A man with a great sense of humor, he kept it until the last hours of his life. During the Civil War, he was arrested by the Republicans on charges of sympathizing with Franco. Sentenced to death, he told the soldiers who were going to shoot him:
-You have taken my freedom, my property, my family, and now you are going to take my life. But there’s something you can’t take away from me.
-What? the captain who commanded the firing squad asked him surly.
The writer responded:
-The fear I have.
They were his last words. She died with a smile on her lips.
I would have liked to meet Pedro Muñoz Seca. He knew how to live and he knew how to die. Who knows which of the two wisdoms will be the most difficult.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITAS
By AFA.
“. Biden no longer returned to the AMLO airport.”.
With shovels and with talaches
fix the path,
so that on another visit
no longer find so many potholes.
#Politics #worse