Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Mutt


I like tuna
The tuna cats mutts that eat the last piece of fish where everyone only see bones. Is that tuna that keep these cats free of any comfort that only seeks to imprison.
I like tuna
The tuna that is placed on a homemade pizza that feeds a hungry family at the end of the month. Is that tuna that leaves your stomach hurt anyone.
I like tuna
The tuna that is eaten with bread and mayonnaise when cheese and ham are over.
I like tuna
He replaces tuna cod and salmon.
I like tuna.

Maybe I like this much tuna because of my Portuguese descent.
Or perhaps because I identify with cats mutts, full of mixtures, just like me: Portuguese, German, Indian, Italian, Spanish and Black.
We're all mutts, but we are all free because we have a bit of each place.
Who are we? We are the people who know how to embrace anyone, are the ones who always find a solution for everything.
We are the forgotten tuna eaters in the world.
Maybe that's why I like both of tuna.
Or maybe it's because he's always light at the end of the kitchen cabinet when I can not find anything interesting, as also is the light at the bottom of trash cans cats seen so many places out there ...
I like tuna.

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