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“Simple and unambiguous. In charge. Of excellence and sex.” I summarize. “It’s a word,” taxi drivers, professors, artists hip hop and students tell me. Like many words. Added for the sake of the meter. The rhythm. The hip hop bravura. The bravo. Other than that, it has little meaning. “Like the symphonic pauses you take while eating a taco for breakfast?” I grasp for analogies to rest on. “Those moments of enlightenment, of soaring high on savory sensation, of feeling mmmmm, sabrosísimo?” “No, no, no.” Like the crescendos, the salsa you put on top of the hip hop taco. An exclamation point. You know. Like, Wake up, they tell me, over the years. “Ah ha.” But to this day I am not convinced that padre is nothing more than an exclamation point with hot peppers and cilantro. Instead I think, Padre, a patriarchal conspiracy. And this leads me back to esas spoken madres.
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