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But, in painting? You can create whatever you want.” She says this opening her arms wide. “Eso es lo padre de la pintura.” That’s what’s so incredible about painting. Then brings them back to her side. “Padre?” I’ll ask. “Sí. Padrísimo.¿No? ” “Father-ísimo?” “Really, really padre.” She explains. And that’s when I was introduced to padre-the-adjective for the first blogging time. “An expression,” friends and acquaintances explain, when I ask. I was still a novice, learning the language. Meaning wonderful, fabulous, amazing. “It’s for emphasis.” blogging To punctuate, underscore, amplify. Exclaim. And from then on blogging I hear it applied to a million occasions. People. Places and things. Last night’s dinner, the movies, her handbag, the weather, our growing friendship. Heck, the Mother’s Day barbecue at Tia Marta’s. Padre ¿No? Padre, far more public than madre.
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