Recently, I have started to learn Spanish. Since I am sort of broke, I thought to go the same route I went with Italian, and watch the soaps. Apart from Spanish, I have also deduced the following:
1. I have been preparing to be a Telenovela star all my life, what with the big hair, and bountiful bosoms, upon which my starr crossed lover, Alejandro is going to shed his manly tears, and over which, that puerco villain of Louis, to whom my father has promissed me,will be tearing my innocent love letters.
2. I know exactly how to change facial expressions for tragedy, and sob in the arms of my best friend, the scheming Nolita, who will decieve my querido Alejandro, by dressing like me, covering her face en la noche and baring the bosoms (which nevertheless will be the telltale sign for the rich but noble Alejandro)
3. I could be naive in half a minute flat, inadevertently giving the gypsy with a heart of gold, Romino, a chance to go honest and help me detangle myself from the clutches of that desaparecito Louis and return to mi old papa Alonso and mamacita Luz.
4. I will convey the exact expression of forgiveness with my soft, big and brown eyes, as my friend Nolita is tearfully explaining her evil intrigas to keep me apart from Alejandro.
Ah I could be so good at this stuff. But then again, they’d only offer me the role of the comic relief.