Arkat PDA

Lalo Mir
on "Lalo Bla Bla"
Radio Mitre

Mate is not a drink. Well, yes. It is a liquid and enters the mouth. But it is a drink. In this country nobody takes mate because you are thirsty. It is rather a habit, like scratching.

Mate is the exact opposite of television: it makes you talk if you're with someone, and makes you think when you're alone.

When someone comes to your house the first sentence is "hello" and the second "a mate?".

This happens in every home. In the rich and the of the poor.

Spend chattering and gossiping women and men spend serious or immature.

Passes between the old in a nursing home and among adolescents as they study or do drugs.

That's all share the parents and children without question or reproach.

Peronists and Radicals fatten mate without asking. In summer and winter.

It's the only thing that we look for victims and executioners, the good and bad.

When you have a child, you start to checkmate him when you ask. You give tibiecito, sugary, and feel great. Feel enormous pride when your blood esquenuncito starts sucking mate. You will get the heart of the body. After them, over the years, will choose to take it bitter, sweet, hot, tereré with orange peel, with weeds, with a squeeze of lemon.

When you meet someone for the first time, you take a mate. People ask, when there is no trust, "Sweet or sour?". The other responds: "As you take."

Argentina's keyboards have the letters full of grass. (CA # 1)

The grass is all that there is always, in every house. Always. With inflation, hunger, military, democracy, and any of our eternal plagues and curses. And if one day there is no grass, a neighbor has and is giving you. The grass is not denied to anyone.

This is the only country where the decision to stop being a kid and start being a man happens on a particular day. No pants, circumcision, college or living away from parents.

Here we begin to be great the day we need to take some mates for the first time, alone. It is no coincidence. Not just because. The day a guy puts the kettle on the fire and takes his first mate with no one at home, at that minute, he has discovered he has a soul. Or are you scared to death, or dead of love, or something, but not an ordinary day.

None of us remember the day when we first just a mate. But it must have been an important day for everyone. On the inside there are revolutions.

The single mate is nothing more and nothing less than a demonstration of values ​​...

• It is the solidarity of those mates washed because the talk is good. The talk, no mate.
• Is respect for the battery's talk and listen, you you talk while the other takes and sincerity to say, "Enough, cambiá the grass".
• Fellowship time is done.
• It is sensitivity to boiling water.
• It is the love to ask, stupidly, "is hot, not."
• Who is the modesty of priming the best mate.
• It is the generosity of giving to the end.
• It is the hospitality of the invitation.
• It is the righteousness of one by one.
• It is the obligation of saying "thank you" at least once a day.
• It is the ethical, honest and loyal unpretentious found to share.