Alberto-reyes

Soy México

Soy los ensayos de Octavio Paz, los poemas de la condición humana de Jaime Sabines, los voladores de Papantla y el Sol Azteca. Soy el Pig de Xavier Velasco, el humor ácido de Jorge Ibargüengoitia, una torta ahogada, una caguama familiar, la marihuana de Michoacán. Soy un Nocturno de Xavier Villaurrutia, el peyote de Real de Catorce, la sabiduría de María Sabina, el humor de TinTan, el amor de Pita Amor. Soy ese morro de la secundaria con playera del TRI, un poemínimo de Efraín Huerta, el desierto de Sonora, un guerrero olmeca. Soy el amante de la Informante en la novela de Cristina Rivera Garza, un cuento de piedra de Carlos Fuentes, un águila que traga serpientes. Soy un indio en los cuentos de Juan Rulfo, un orinal en un relato de Fernando Nachon, un Detective Salvaje de Roberto Bolaño. Soy los consejos de Alberto Chimal, una bestia de Juan José Arreola, un transeúnte de Alfonso Reyes, unas enchiladas con pollo, un tequila. Soy un Olvidado de Luis Buñuel, un caifán de Juan Ibáñez, un pinche amor perro de Alejandro González Iñárritu, un cuento de Francisco Tario. Soy el maguey del mezcal, el nopal del cerro, el pulque de los dioses, el inframundo Maya, los poemas de Ramón Martínez Ocaranza. Soy Simón del desierto siendo seducido por Silvia Pinal, el ángel exterminador, los tres huastecos, los taquitos al pastor y la charanda. También soy todos mis muertos, todos mexicanos, todos enterrados en esta tierra y como dice Gabriel García Márquez, en las primeras páginas de Cien años de soledad, uno es de donde tiene enterrados sus muertos.

jaytodd2012  asked:

in anticipation of YJ season 3 can I prompt the light sending an assasin after Jaime and him and the family being surprised when his friend Jason stops them. I'm sorry I just love how you write those two

A/N: Fair enough!

Alberto sat hunched over the kitchen table, looking over the finances of the shop. Since he had found a new mechanic, things had been going more smoothly. He was just figuring out how much more could be put into the children’s college fund when he heard a crash.

Looking up, he saw Jason punching a man with a black and orange face mask. Jaime jumped back, and threw a sonic blast. Alberto grimaced, and looked over at Milagro. He motioned for her to stand behind him as he grabbed his shotgun.

He pointed his gun up, hoping that he would not have to kill a man in front of his family. But to his relief, Jason shoved the mysterious attacker to the ground while Jaime shot staples at the man.

Like Father, Like Son (DCU)

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Fandom: DCU
Rating: G
Word Count: 316
Characters: Bianca, Alberto, Jaime and Milagro
Summary: The most awesome, adorable family to ever be in comics.


Bianca knew exactly where she’d find her husband- sitting next to Jaime’s crib, holding their little baby in his arms. She watched the way his attentive eyes never left his son’s face, the gentleness of his thumb against a tiny cheek, how he wanted to will and love the sickness away. Bianca crept up quietly, her hands sliding over Alberto’s shoulders.

“It’s just a little cold,” she whispered to him, “he’ll be fine. You holding him all night won’t make it go away any faster.”

Jaime gave the tiniest of coughs, snuggling deeper in Alberto’s arms. “I know,” he said, never once looking away. “But I can still hope it will.”

Bianca couldn’t help falling in love all over again. “You silly, wonderful man.” She kissed his cheek, then rested her head on his shoulder, leaning comfortably against the chair. They both watched and held their son all night.

~*~*~*~

Even now Bianca still teased him about it, but Alberto just couldn’t help himself. As his wife washed the dishes, he crept into their bedroom where Milagro’s crib was. She wasn’t inside, however- she was in Jaime’s arms as the boy held her, legs swinging idly as he sat nearby.

“Mijo,” he said quietly, moving to the chair, “you’re supposed to be in bed.”

Jaime looked up with large, dark eyes, “Mom said you used to hold me when I was sick until I got better. So if I hold Milagro, she get better too.”

Alberto couldn’t stop the proud, loving smile as he looked at his wonderful son. “Alright,” he said, picking up Jaime, then setting both children down on his lap, “we’ll both hold her, then.” Jaime nestled against his father’s chest and Milagro slept peacefully on.

Bianca smiled at the baby monitor at her elbow. Then, when the last of the dishes were put in the drying rack, went to join her family.