El Amarillo

Well, today I will write about my favourite food and my story about this topic. I love meatballs with potatoes; It is my favourite food since have 8 years old... My mom cooked this and I did not want eat because I hate soup. She never forces me to eat something that I did not want, but these day say to me that I can eat the meatballs without the soup. I think about this and I decide eat.  This decision change my life, I loved it, with salad of cabbage. This plate cooked by me or my mom it is perfection, no more words about this. I cannot eat this plate twice a week; this plat is just for Tuesday, If I eat at another day, I cannot eat it. I usually eat twice a month, I hate eat excessively this plate. Curiously, never eat meatballs in another place, my favourite plates is not just about food, is for the story, where I eat it, when and all of other things that include eat something. The taste depend that who cook this plate. I am very complicate with food and I am a l

Better late than never, i want to post this because i failed and i did not post last week, but i do not want disturb mi blog. This is my favourite picture I have no words for describe this picture, she is my mom, giving me soup... I hate soup, i hate pictures but  i am here, tell us about both. Th pictures was taken by my father without prior announcement, was when i have 2 or 3 years old, nobody remember that, was a night in Concepción. I love this picture because i have not picture with my mom, i have not a lot of picture of me. But with my mom is worst. I always remember this because we are smiling and this supposed to occur only once every thousands years . The pictures show love, innocence, happiness and my curls, today two things are dead, seer whom!