Perico may refer to:
Perico (or huevos pericos, lit. "parrot eggs") is a dish in Venezuelan and Colombian cuisine prepared with scrambled eggs, butter, sautéed diced onions, and tomatoes.Scallions are a frequent substitution or addition to the onions, especially in Colombia. Perico may also include chopped cilantro greens, ground peppers, annatto and occasionally hot peppers. It can be regarded as a tropical version of scrambled eggs and can be eaten alone, with bread, usually at breakfast time; or at any time, as an arepa filling.
The name comes from the bright colors of the scallions, tomato and eggs, mimicking the colors on a perico (parrot)
Mini Máximo or Pequeño Maximo is a Mexican luchador, or professional wrestler currently working for the Mexican professional wrestling promotion Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre (CMLL) in their Mini-Estrella division. Not everyone who works in the Mini-Estrellas division are dwarves, but at 1.14 m (3 ft 9 in) Mini Máximo is a dwarf. He works under dual identities as he also works as the enmascarado ("Masked") mascot Zacarias for the La Peste Negra. As Mini Máximo he portrays a tecnico ("Good guy") wrestling character, while Zacarias is a rudo ("Bad guy") wrestling character.
The wrestler later known as Mini Maxmo started his wrestling career in 2007, working under the ring name KeMorito, a take off on Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre (CMLL) Mini-Estrella Mascota KeMonito. He would later begin working for CMLL as "Ultimonito", a deliberate imitation of KeMonito as he would help Los Guerreros del Infierno as they went out of their way to punish the tecnico ("Good guy") KeMonito. Tzuki had originally played the role, but by Mid 2007 CMLL needed someone else to play the part. After the Ultimonito character was abandoned he worked as a regular Mini-Estrella under the name "Atomo", although due to his very short stature did not work regularly as an active competitor.
More nightmares
Someone wake me when they're through
Stop my lover's ghost from trying to protrude
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
You're letter scratched across my throat
Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Your shadow
Now lies against the moon
The skin I touched that once
Kissed has come unglued
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
More screams than anyone should hear
The voice of you stabs in my chest
Forged and faithless
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Darling boy
Lift your chin up for me now
For my face to see
And I am smiling looking down
I know you're out of breath
You're hit by the way I've left
Just hold me tried and true
For I'll be waiting
Waiting here for you
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain and in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow