What I don´t know

I only know a strong woman
yes, mother,
the rest other women although I do treat them with respect
(apart from this one that is again and again trying to destroy me, again….)
anyways, it just came to my head
and obviously I had to put it in public
but don´t sruggle and do a sick muggle
Gotta love them women, specially if it is mom.
I do sound like a pussy by the way.
(Was this a poem?)

Father Hugs….. that was weird

You got to understand that I never had a close relationship with my father,
I´m not crying about it, I don´t have a grudge for him, nothing.
What I do have is being able to say this man is my father, I´m just proud what he became.
At the very least he always, I say again, always has helped me.
But it is just not in his nature the love and hug and expressing himself,
in a pussy way really is how I myself view it, not him.
So I got off the phone today with him talking about my mother and he ends
the short conversation, “see you, hugs”, I don´t know what the fuck to say
so I clicked off. Hugs…. Each family to their own, each person to their own,
I can always give a kiss to mommy, but the father… just weird and I do love him to death.

Social revolution (Video)

Social revolution
It´s no elusion
One faction will take advantage of this
I the Grand Priest will proclaim the his

I just like in the video the music and a big ass guy hitting two Antifa
guys with his sun glasses on and his freaking cell phone on the back of his
pants. I never went into a riot with sun glasses and a cell phone. Just found it “funny”.
Point being is the great poem I wrote.

Bocadillo de Jamon Serrano


For 2 Euros and 50 cents
I am blessed
No money now but that was worth it
Indulgence
Spanish tiiiiiime
Droping sensless a dime
although,
Damn it was good
A good food
The end of it would be in the pic below,
just a great Jamon Serrano, tomato either on top or just “spray” it on the bread,
I even go to spray it on my bed,
good to go today
tomorrow? who knows, huuuuuuuuuuuuuum, delicious, typical Spanish
for crazy Charlieeesh.

Mothers

The title was in pularal,
yet get me in my normal…..
I do believe, in that weird in my case that is,
I did stop at one point in my age to walking and snaking
with mother,
now it seems she is “quite comfortable”, in the sense,
she knows I will die for her yet I did fuck up in life,
but that relationship she seems to be some sort at ease,
What did this trigger of writing come?
Well, her first soccer player she told me… Messi!!
(Not the first but the greatest as she told me)

I still remember as a very young kid, we as a familly happended upon(in a hotel)
these scoccer players, my father couldn´t care less, my mother? Damn!
She actually coached the coached. Hence I have his picture and autograph.
The guy was probably thinking, who does this woman so cute and and nice and knoledglable
about this soccer sport knows how much.

Apart from saying my mother is the queeeeeeenes, come on what else can I say about this womam?
She did also put me “in line” to get into that soccer field. No dummy my mother. Got to love her,
YOU. (me obviously but is not preety, so YOU)