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Los Dichos


No hay mal que por bien no venga.
Tanto quiere el diablo a su hijo que hasta un ojo le quiere sacar.
Mejor sola que mal acompañada.
Tanto pedo para cagar aguado.
Lo barato sale caro.
Más seguro más amarrado.
Para buen entendido muy pocas palabras.
Para cada roto un descocido.
Hijo pepe mariquita!
Para pendeja no se estudia.
Limosnero con garrote.
Soy como Orozco, cuando como no conozco.
La zorra nunca ve su cola ni el zorrillo su fundillo.
El muerto y el arrimado al los tres días huelen.
Amores de lejos, amores de pendejos.
Estaba haciendo chili con la cola.
Me  da diarrea con gusanos.
Enfermo que come y mea, y el diablo que se le crea.
La esperanza es la última que muere.
El flojo trabaja doble.
De noche todos los gatos son pardos.
Una cosa es Juan Domínguez y otra cosa es no la chingues.
Es de Don Cuco, entra la bola no se supo.
Primero me besa un ciego.
Dime con quién andas y te diré quien eres.
No porque te levantas más temprano, amanece más pronto.
Para el santo que es con la vela que quedó del otro.
Tengo malos ratos pero tan malos gustos.
Que Dios lo ayude y a mí que no me olvide.
El sordo no oye pero que bien compone.
Peca más el robado que el que robo.
Debo no tengo y si tengo no me acuerdo.
No es lo mismo amar a Dios en tierra de indios.
Después de buen servicio, mal pago.
El que por su gusto muere, hasta la muerte le sabe buena.
 El que se aconseja come pedo de vieja.
El que nace panzón aunque lo fajen de niño. 

Comments

  1. sylvíssimaAugust 20, 2012 at 3:42 PM

    1. i really want you to read The Book of Jon, by eleni sikelianos, i think her character has nothing to do with your grandma but the form of her book would convince you more and more that the dichos, the songs, the recipes the everything around her can be in your book in different ways.

    2. crap. i thought that the orozco dicho was like this: yo, como orozco, cuando cojo no conozco. so much more lepero and embarassing, i have been fooled!

    3. love the dichos.

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  2. Yasmin RamirezAugust 30, 2012 at 12:17 AM

    1. I will read it!
    2. I think either orozco would work!
    3. I'm glad.

    ReplyDelete

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