¡INVICTO! --- UNDEFEATED!

(english see below)



En el cuarto round suspendieron la pelea,
ganador por knock-out: Skylr Peña
(El MC decidió darle un nombre "latino")

Si abuelo Pechi estuviese pisando tierra,
le hubiese facinado este evento
en el cual Skylr, su nieto flaquito
quien heredó su contextura, falta de flexibilidad
y tiene la forma exacta de sus dedos,
le dió una palamentazón a su contendiente.

Desde el último asiento del teatro
desde el balcón mas lejano (no exagero)
el estómago lo tenía adormecido con cervezas
y ya las mariposas que volaban dentro
estaban borrachas de Stella Artois. Eso ayuda.
Los super-binoculares me acercaron a la misma cercanía
que los que pagaron la entrada de $100. Vaya ganga.

Si su mamá temblaba y su hermana estaba diarréica
(perdonen la franqueza)
Skylr al contrario se enfrentó a su contendiente
como si fuese a un picnic. Es su estilo.

El teatro estaba sold-out.
Muchos gritaban su nombre.
Muchos lo esperaron en el lobby para felicitarlo.
Mucha fanfarra y fotos con el víctor.

El escojió cenar con su familia. Sorpresa.
Comimos comida marroquí en un restaurante cercano.
Renie nos bailo con su vientre (ya mas compuesto)
Rennea bailó con Adrian, alias lobi-lobi,
y se fue de bruces.
Skylr se puso una bolsa de hielo en el pie del knock-out.
Graciela, Charnella y su novio nos acompañaron.
Una emocionadísima "banda de una persona"
tocó y animó la cena con cánticos gluturales que casi sentimos
la necesidad de arrodillarnos y orar hacia Meca.
Total, todos decidimos que fue una buena pelea.

Pero nosotras las chicas de la familia
murmuramos a sus espaldas:
- Ojalá se le pase la fiebre y deje de pelear.

¿quieren ver unos segundos?

UNDEFEATED



On the fourth round they stopped the fight.
The winner by knock-out - Skylr Peña
(the MC decided to give him a Latino name)

If abuelo Pechi was stepping ground
he would have loved this event in which
his skinny grandson who inherited his build
his lack of flexibility and the exact shape of his fingers,
beat the shhhh out of his opponent.

From the very furthest seat in the audience
from the upper-most balcony in the theater (no kidding)
my stomach was dozed with beers
and the butterflies that originally were fluttering inside
were now drunk with Stella Artois. It helps.
The super-binoculars brought me as close to the ring
to the same distance than those who paid $100. What a deal!

If his mom trembled and her sister was stomachly perturbed
excuse my frankness, Skylr on the contrary, met his opponent
as if he was going on a picnic: cool and collected. That's his style.

The theater was sold-out.
Many yelled his name.
Many awaited him at the lobby to congratulate him.
A lot of fanfare and pictures of the victor.

He chose to dine with the family. Surprise.
We ate Moroccan food in a nearby restaurant.
Renie danced the belly dance with her now composed belly.
Rennea danced with Adrian, aka lobi-lobi and they fell over each other.
Skylr put on an ice bag on his knock-out-foot.
Graciela, Charnella and her boyfriend joined us.
A very excited one-man-band played and sang very gluturally over our dinner conversation and we felt we needed to soon kneel and pray towards Mecca.
In the end, we all decided it was a good fight.

But we, the girls of the family murmured
behind his back:
"Hopefully he'll get over this stage of life soon
and stop fighting"

You probably already saw some seconds of the action.