Singing like Shakira doesn't make me Shakira, but singing like Roberto Carlos does make me Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n
The Roberto Carlos hits that I like are love songs from the eighties, that's why I can't put them here.<\/p>\n
What does Roberto Carlos have that I don't? What does Roberto Carlos have that Shakira doesn't have?<\/p>\n
When I tell you that you are my sexual symbol I am not quoting Roberto Carlos, I am saying what I really think.<\/p>\n
When I tell you that this is a declaration of love, I am not saying that I believe in love.<\/p>\n
I don't believe in love but I could have a bike accident right now and I could break my leg and in the hospital they could believe that dressed like a scarecrow my name is Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n
Get the idea that my name is Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n
Or at least Shakira Carlos.<\/p>\n
I don't know any baby, neither female, nor male, nor hermaphrodite, named Shakira Carlos.<\/p>\n
When I think of a broken leg, a broken arm and a broken spine, I never associate it with Frida Carlos but rather with Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n
I don't associate Shakira with almost anything in life.<\/p>\n
I have thrown Shakira into abandonment.<\/p>\n
Shakira disappointed me since that album in English that had to do with a laundry.<\/p>\n
I had never been to a laundromat before until I set foot in Miami.<\/p>\n
I had never been to a Design District before until I set foot in Miami.<\/p>\n
I had never been to a neighborhood called Little Haiti before until I set foot in Miami.<\/p>\n
From Cuba you can go to Haiti without a visa.<\/p>\n
This is false.<\/p>\n
You need a visa to go from Cuba to Haiti and that visa costs an arm and a leg.<\/p>\n
Cubans go to Haiti to buy cheap things to sell them in Cuba a little more expensive and to be able to buy onions.<\/p>\n
Those who don't buy onions gather a little more to go back to Haiti before their visa expires.<\/p>\n
And so on, like amusement parks.<\/p>\n
delicious<\/p>\n
I worked in Little Haiti as a cook at Loba Restaurant.<\/p>\n
The owner of the restaurant hired me because I felt sorry for her.<\/p>\n
The owner of the restaurant resembled Shakira in one thing: she was also Colombian.<\/p>\n
She named the restaurant Loba to prove to herself that she would get ahead in life, like a wolf in a forest.<\/p>\n
When I stop shaving my legs and arms I feel like a Wolf.<\/p>\n
There are no forests in Miami so I am a frustrated wolf, without a forest, with a restaurant.<\/p>\n
I imagine Roberto Carlos entering the Loba restaurant and ordering a leg of lamb.<\/p>\n
As far as I remember, in the Loba restaurant they didn't make legs out of anything. Just octopus, simple fish, salads, steamed vegetables and the like, delicious.<\/p>\n
As far as I remember, in the Loba restaurant there was a deaf and dumb woman who prepared octopuses and steamed vegetables with a hand in a cast.<\/p>\n
Although her hand was in a cast and she didn't make a speech, like Shakira in the 1990s, the deaf-mute made some octopuses that everyone wanted to try.<\/p>\n
I also wanted to try them until one day I tried them.<\/p>\n
I put all the tentacles in my mouth.<\/p>\n
I almost put the plaster in my mouth.<\/p>\n
The deaf and dumb woman was Colombian and her name was Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n
She seemed like a confident, happy person, but she was actually full of resentments.<\/p>\n
He seemed like a person with empathy towards others, but in reality he only felt empathy towards his cast.<\/p>\n
She would polish her cast and draw on it, giving the impression that she was a budding artist.<\/p>\n
Most of the cooks at the Loba restaurant gave the same impression.<\/p>\n
I remember that one day I told them: you look like artists.<\/p>\n
Well yes, they told me, we are a band of contemporary artists called Restaurante Loba.<\/p>\n
A wild restaurant in the middle of the desert of Little Haiti.<\/p>\n
All this was happening in the middle of the desert of Little Haiti.<\/p>\n
In the neighborhood of Miami called of the blacks<\/em>.<\/p>\n Where white Latinos don't like to go.<\/p>\n Where the Chinese don't like to go.<\/p>\n To where they displaced the black people who lived in the so-called design district.<\/em><\/p>\n How good is the life of designers.<\/p>\n How beautiful is the appearance of a designer.<\/p>\n The deaf and dumb Roberto Carlos cooked the octopus tentacles in their own juice.<\/p>\n Not metaphorically but literally.<\/p>\n When I put the tentacles in his mouth he smiled and began to sing.<\/p>\n I guess my sex symbol is that: a deaf and dumb.<\/p>\n Someone who does not speak, who does not make a speech.<\/p>\n Someone who doesn't hear what I say behind their back.<\/p>\n Someone with a cast and a broken arm.<\/p>\n You don't have to have a mustache like Frida Carlos, but you do have to sing love songs from 1985 in the shower like Roberto Carlos.<\/p>\n Someone who isn't me or has invisible hips like me.<\/p>\n Someone who has hips.<\/p>\n In short, after singing, the deaf and dumb Roberto Carlos told me that the tentacles were full of HPV.<\/p>\n So now the tentacles and I were alike in one thing.<\/p>\n Just like Shakira and the owner of the restaurant.<\/p>\n Just like most people.<\/p>\n We all resemble others in some way.<\/p>\n We all have resentments and viruses.<\/p>\n We've all had a cast at some point.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n (Excerpt from unpublished novel).<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Legna Rodr\u00edguez Iglesias, one of the most interesting voices in contemporary Cuban literature, has given us this fragment of an unpublished novel that recounts her first years living in a place she has just arrived. A totally enjoyable text, like the entire work of its author. <\/p>","protected":false},"author":1501,"featured_media":7064,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[72,8906],"tags":[7921,7886,7922],"coauthors":[7923],"class_list":["post-7063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura-feat-musica","category-variaciones","tag-cuento","tag-legna-rodriguez-iglesias","tag-yo-no-oigo-heavy-metal"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/magazineampm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/legna_web-baja.jpg?fit=1520%2C690&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1501"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7063"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10526,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7063\/revisions\/10526"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7064"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7063"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=7063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}