🌎 ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ⚡🌈 I haven't listened to this music for a long time and I didn't know what it was. My father used to whistle it among many other melodies. So it was an emotive surprise listen to it again The enormous cigar transforms the Cuban lady into a goddess Through the smoke she can see your past, your future and even your death But she never tells you! 🍃
Oh what a man of culture your father is!! He must know the beauty of art and also know how to express it himself. And I love your Cuban lady story too. It makes a wonderful combination with that 'whistling father story' If you allow, I'd like to continue that combi story. ============= Once there was a nice man walking down the street, whistling a french melody. Suddenly it starts to rain hard. He runs into a nearby building to get under the awning. He can't tell when it will stop. He feels like smoking now. But after touching his pockets, he realizes he's out of cigarettes now. He gets disappointed and then he hears some melody coming out of somewhere. It sounds like a violin music piece from an old record player. 'I know this melody' He thinks and he starts to whistle along. "Tweeeet~~weet~weet~weet~weet~Tweeeet~~weet~weet~weet~weet~..." It's been awhile he whistling along and now he totally gets into whistling. He doesn't even realize the record player is already off and the door of a store (actually he was standing right in front of it) is open. A Cuban lady sticks out her head of the door, smiling and listening to his beautiful whistling. She even lights a cigar and starts smoking. The man is still whistling but he sees the smoke comes from his back, and looks back in a surprise. "Hello handsome whistler" She mischievously exhales the smoke on his face and goes back into the store. He coughs a bit, looking into the show window to see what kind of store it is. It's hard to tell what kind of store it is. Out of curiosity, he grabs his hat, opens the store door, and steps in. **Hello handsome whistler** He hears that again all of a sudden, but this time it's a little different voice. Is it a little screeching? He looks around for a while. Then he finds a colorful papagayo right next to the door, looking into his eyes and talking to him. **Hello handsome whistler** **Hello handsome whistler** **Hello handsome whistler** "Oh hello little buddy. where's the storekeeper?" The papagayo doesn't talk back. The man keeps looking for the Cuban lady. He finds her standing on a ladder, tries to take out a cigar box on the top shelf deep inside the store. "Would you need some help, ma'am?" "That blue box, and that dark brown box too" She is already on the floor and walking towards the counter. He shrugs, smiles, and climbs on the ladder. "I found the blue one but there are bunch of dark brown ones here!!" "I mean a chocolate box!!" There is only one dark brown box full of chocolate. He takes out that chocolate box first, and then the blue box. "Here they are ma'am" "Thank you handsome and kind whistler" "No problem. may I ask yo.." "Here" "Sorry?" "These are yours" She takes some chocolates out of the dark brown box and gives them to him. "Mmm.. uh.. how much are they?" "It's on me" "What??" "And this is also yours" She takes a quite big cigar out of the blue box. "Oh, thank you but you don't have to.." "So you wanna know the song name?" "What??" The man gets some goosebumps. He can't understand what's going on in this store. Yes he came into this house to ask the song name. He has heard the song many times before. He knows the melody but actually doesn't know the song name. 'Anybody can guess I came into this store to ask the song name? really?' He makes a puzzled face. Then she tells him. "Those chocolates are for your wife and your kids. you should watch your little son not to feed chocolate to your dog" "Ho.. how do you know my family? have we met before?" "Take that cigar and smoke it when you're alone later. and you will see" "What? what do you mean?" **Goodbye handsome whistler!!!** Suddenly he hears the papagayo screaming behind. He looks back for awhile and then turns his head forward again. She is gone!! "Hello?" "Ma'am??" "Hello~~~~?" Nobody is there anymore. There is a small paper bag on the counter and he sees the cigar and the chocolates are in the bag. He hesitates for awhile, but he grabs the bag. "Will you tell her I'll come back tomorrow, buddy?" **See you tomorrow handsome whistler!!!** He comes out of the store. The rain is over. He's walking home now. He wants to see his family now. And the cigar!! He can't wait to smoke it.
================= Oh I got carried away again. I was thinking I would write a very short story about a whistling guy and a mysterious Cuban cigar lady. but writing this story was much more fun than I thought and I couldn't stop. It's all because your father and the Cuban lady story was so so interesting. Again, I strongly feel you are a talented storyteller who gives inspirations. :D
Your story is perfect!! It' very funny, you want to continue reading it and it's very well told And now you stimulated me and I'm thinking my version of the story Yes, my father was, he died a few years ago, a man of culture and he was also very funny and an adveturous traveler 🍃
Hey! I want to tell you that I'm writing that story and it's turning out no so short. I'm a little worried, how am I going to translate it into English. There are certain details and ways of saying of very local use that are difficult to translate and also the words and its sounds are part of the color's text. Although I have the idea, writing it is not so easy for me But I will do something so that you can read it 🍃
@@vivianak2467 Thank you!! I always get much inspired by what you say and write here. It can be a long story, or it can be only one sentence, or sometimes even only a single word. I think you are full of garden fresh new ideas and they sound beautiful and exotic to me. I've never met your father and I'm sorry to hear he passed away but I already feel I know him a little bit. I got much interested in an "Argentine funny and adventurous man" story and I'd like to write another story about him later. And I'm thrilled to hear you are writing your own next story!! :D
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🌎 ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ⚡🌈
I haven't listened to this music for a long time and I didn't know what it was. My father used to whistle it among many other melodies. So it was an emotive surprise listen to it again
The enormous cigar transforms the Cuban lady into a goddess
Through the smoke she can see your past, your future and even your death
But she never tells you!
🍃
Oh what a man of culture your father is!!
He must know the beauty of art and also know how to express it himself.
And I love your Cuban lady story too.
It makes a wonderful combination with that 'whistling father story'
If you allow, I'd like to continue that combi story.
=============
Once there was a nice man walking down the street, whistling a french melody.
Suddenly it starts to rain hard. He runs into a nearby building to get under the awning.
He can't tell when it will stop. He feels like smoking now. But after touching his pockets, he realizes he's out of cigarettes now.
He gets disappointed and then he hears some melody coming out of somewhere.
It sounds like a violin music piece from an old record player.
'I know this melody' He thinks and he starts to whistle along.
"Tweeeet~~weet~weet~weet~weet~Tweeeet~~weet~weet~weet~weet~..."
It's been awhile he whistling along and now he totally gets into whistling.
He doesn't even realize the record player is already off and the door of a store (actually he was standing right in front of it) is open.
A Cuban lady sticks out her head of the door, smiling and listening to his beautiful whistling.
She even lights a cigar and starts smoking.
The man is still whistling but he sees the smoke comes from his back, and looks back in a surprise.
"Hello handsome whistler"
She mischievously exhales the smoke on his face and goes back into the store.
He coughs a bit, looking into the show window to see what kind of store it is.
It's hard to tell what kind of store it is. Out of curiosity, he grabs his hat, opens the store door, and steps in.
**Hello handsome whistler**
He hears that again all of a sudden, but this time it's a little different voice. Is it a little screeching?
He looks around for a while.
Then he finds a colorful papagayo right next to the door, looking into his eyes and talking to him.
**Hello handsome whistler**
**Hello handsome whistler**
**Hello handsome whistler**
"Oh hello little buddy. where's the storekeeper?"
The papagayo doesn't talk back. The man keeps looking for the Cuban lady.
He finds her standing on a ladder, tries to take out a cigar box on the top shelf deep inside the store.
"Would you need some help, ma'am?"
"That blue box, and that dark brown box too"
She is already on the floor and walking towards the counter.
He shrugs, smiles, and climbs on the ladder.
"I found the blue one but there are bunch of dark brown ones here!!"
"I mean a chocolate box!!"
There is only one dark brown box full of chocolate.
He takes out that chocolate box first, and then the blue box.
"Here they are ma'am"
"Thank you handsome and kind whistler"
"No problem. may I ask yo.."
"Here"
"Sorry?"
"These are yours"
She takes some chocolates out of the dark brown box and gives them to him.
"Mmm.. uh.. how much are they?"
"It's on me"
"What??"
"And this is also yours"
She takes a quite big cigar out of the blue box.
"Oh, thank you but you don't have to.."
"So you wanna know the song name?"
"What??"
The man gets some goosebumps. He can't understand what's going on in this store.
Yes he came into this house to ask the song name. He has heard the song many times before.
He knows the melody but actually doesn't know the song name.
'Anybody can guess I came into this store to ask the song name? really?'
He makes a puzzled face. Then she tells him.
"Those chocolates are for your wife and your kids. you should watch your little son not to feed chocolate to your dog"
"Ho.. how do you know my family? have we met before?"
"Take that cigar and smoke it when you're alone later. and you will see"
"What? what do you mean?"
**Goodbye handsome whistler!!!**
Suddenly he hears the papagayo screaming behind. He looks back for awhile and then turns his head forward again.
She is gone!!
"Hello?"
"Ma'am??"
"Hello~~~~?"
Nobody is there anymore.
There is a small paper bag on the counter and he sees the cigar and the chocolates are in the bag.
He hesitates for awhile, but he grabs the bag.
"Will you tell her I'll come back tomorrow, buddy?"
**See you tomorrow handsome whistler!!!**
He comes out of the store. The rain is over.
He's walking home now. He wants to see his family now.
And the cigar!! He can't wait to smoke it.
=================
Oh I got carried away again.
I was thinking I would write a very short story about a whistling guy and a mysterious Cuban cigar lady. but writing this story was much more fun than I thought and I couldn't stop.
It's all because your father and the Cuban lady story was so so interesting.
Again, I strongly feel you are a talented storyteller who gives inspirations.
:D
Your story is perfect!!
It' very funny, you want to continue reading it and it's very well told
And now you stimulated me and I'm thinking my version of the story
Yes, my father was, he died a few years ago, a man of culture and he was also very funny and an adveturous traveler
🍃
Hey!
I want to tell you that I'm writing that story and it's turning out no so short.
I'm a little worried, how am I going to translate it into English.
There are certain details and ways of saying of very local use that are difficult to translate and also the words and its sounds are part of the color's text.
Although I have the idea, writing it is not so easy for me
But I will do something so that you can read it
🍃
@@vivianak2467
Thank you!!
I always get much inspired by what you say and write here.
It can be a long story, or it can be only one sentence, or sometimes even only a single word.
I think you are full of garden fresh new ideas and they sound beautiful and exotic to me.
I've never met your father and I'm sorry to hear he passed away but I already feel I know him a little bit.
I got much interested in an "Argentine funny and adventurous man" story and I'd like to write another story about him later.
And I'm thrilled to hear you are writing your own next story!!
:D