Sealed Box Of Cigars Last

MEXICAN TACOS (because today is a special day)

still seeing poetry in the streetlights.

The drop of sweat on the glass I still find a mystery of time.

time still retains hours will never go back, as if he could choose such an outrage.

bloom I feel that my blood every time I see you and you keep changing your face every time they bloom.

back to being me again and again as much as I try to change. I still want to be me every time I encounter.

The cold air still want me to say something, something I still do not understand.

I remain open despite the years. Nothing has changed despite that nothing is equal.

The music still reminds me of things I have not experienced and everything that I have not experienced it still seems possible to achieve.

I still have the same hope with which I was born.

I still believe in the genius of life, that they keep playing with me always and always equal.

MEXICUGUAYOS TACOS.

I still love the meals eaten by hand. Like when I was young. The sauce was dripping everywhere and I do not care. And laugh and have fun while trying to convert the elements to stay in the cue.

The recipe is simple: saute red pepper, green pepper, onion, some garlic, add ground beef, salt, pepper, tomato sauce, seasoned with paprika and spicy some cilantro.

then heat the tortillas (I buy them, not yet bring myself to do it) and you fill the blocks as you go eating.

armed

Once I add hot sauce (the most typical in Mexico is the Valentina) and a squeeze of lemon (I like that Acidito touch).

Already

, there is no mystery. The value of this recipe is not making is that you can think of it. One of those days for which you do not expect anything. Middle dull and rainy. Suddenly you think of making a fun recipe and everything changes. And the rain and you feel lovely. And the day is no longer any day. And all of soon see a different perspective.

And so, boredom is a sin, the life you have to steal moments as unforgettable. So that your mind never anything for granted. And I continue to surprise the rain exploding against the puddles. And you continue to see poetry in the streetlights. And the drops of sweat on the windows will continue looking like a mystery of time. And to keep believing in the genius of life, that that continues to play with you forever and always the same.

appetit.