Same tank, different paths; sharing the water without losing your shape.

Years lived outweigh a reputation for mischief; mileage beats the mask.

In this system, if you do not climb over others, you stay grounded.

Find the middle ground where you are neither deprived nor ridiculous; not too little, not too much.

Agarrado plays on tight-fisted and holding on for dear life: the old woman white-knuckling a motorcycle is the same energy as someone clinging to their wallet.

Ni lava, ni presta la batea skewers the lazy obstructive type: won’t wash, hoards the tub, and still blocks collective work; the sting is active blockage, not just idleness.

A place so remote that even the devil bails, underwear and all.

Patience in the spirit, crude resistance in the backside: a Venezuelan joke for bureaucracy, annoying people, and close friends who trade a knowing smile.

To each their own, a lighthearted nod to quirky obsessions.

Like a mouse to cheese: people who circle the offer, angle for favors, and rarely refill the favor bank. Mind what you hand out.