#( answered. las cartas de mis amigos )

[greencheekconure27]

Luys de Narvaez (c.1500-1555): Paseábase el rey moro & Anon: Gaybatuk, B...

Paseábase el rey moro por la ciudad de Granada desde la puerta de Elvira hasta la de Vivarrambla. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Cartas le fueron venidas que su Alhama era ganada: las cartas echó en el fuego y al mensajero matara, ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Descabalga de una mula, y en un caballo cabalga; por el Zacatín arriba, subido se había al Alhambra. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Como en el Alhambra estuvo al mismo punto mandaba que se toquen sus trompetas, sus añafiles de plata. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Y que las cajas de guerra apriesa toquen al arma, porque lo oigan sus moros, los de la Vega y Granada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Los moros que el son oyeron que al sangriento Marte llama, uno a uno y dos a dos juntado se ha gran batalla. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Allí fabló un moro viejo, de esta manera fablara: -¿Para qué nos llamas, rey, para qué es esta llamada? ¡Ay de mi Alhama! -Habéis de saber, amigos, una nueva desdichada: que cristianos de braveza ya nos han ganado Alhama. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Allí fabló un alfaquí de barba crecida y cana: -Bien se te emplea, buen rey, buen rey, bien se te empleara. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Mataste los Bencerrajes, que eran la flor de Granada: cogiste los tornadizos de Córdoba la nombrada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Por eso mereces, rey, una pena muy doblada: que te pierdas tú y el reino, y aquí se pierda Granada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama!

English translation by Lord Byron

The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada’s royal town; From Elvira’s gate to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama!

Letters to the monarch tell How Alhama’s city fell: In the fire the scroll he threw, And the messenger he slew. Woe is me, Alhama!

He quits his mule, and mounts his horse, And through the street directs his course; Through the street of Zacatin To the Alhambra spurring in. Woe is me, Alhama!

When the Alhambra walls he gain’d, On the moment he ordain’d That the trumpet straight should sound With the silver clarion round. Woe is me, Alhama!

And when the hollow drums of war Beat the loud alarm afar, That the Moors of town and plain Might answer to the martial strain. Woe is me, Alhama!

Then the Moors, by this aware, That bloody Mars recall’d them there, One by one, and two by two, To a mighty squadron grew. Woe is me, Alhama!

Out then spake an aged Moor In these words the king before, ‘Wherefore call on us, oh King? What may mean this gathering?’ Woe is me, Alhama!

‘Friends! ye have, alas! to know Of a most disastrous blow; That the Christians, stern and bold, Have obtain’d Alhama’s hold.’ Woe is me, Alhama!

Out then spake old Alfaqui, With his beard so white to see, ‘Good King! thou art justly served, Good King! this thou hast deserved. Woe is me, Alhama!

‘By thee were slain, in evil hour, The Abencerrage, Granada’s flower; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the Chivalry. Woe is me, Alhama!

‘And for this, oh King! is sent On thee a double chastisement: Thee and thine, thy crown and realm, One last wreck shall overwhelm. Woe is me, Alhama!

[onlyfreds]

El Amor De Mi Vida | F.W.

Title: El Amor De Mi Vida

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Visiting your family over spring break motivates Fred to learn Spanish.

A/N: I don’t really know much Spanish. These are all from Google translator. So I apologize for any inaccuracy.

Having to speak a second language is hard enough in itself, but you deem yourself lucky to be fluent in both your native language and your second one - especially since you go to an English school.

“Morning love.” Fred greeted, pecking a kiss to your cheek before sitting down on the empty space next to you.

“Morning.” You smiled back before returning to your attention to the book you were reading.

“Did you really just go out to the black lake to read?” Fred asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

Moments later, you could hear someone calling your name from afar.

Turning around, you could see your best friend running towards you.

“Tienes una carta.” She said, holding the envelope out to you. She was one of the few other students at Hogwarts who also spoke Spanish.

“Gracias.” You smiled at her once you took the letter from her hands.

“What did she say?” Fred asked, giving you a puzzled look.

“She told me that I had a letter.” You answered as you ripped the envelope open.

“From who?”

“My mom, apparently.”

“Is it all in Spanish?” He asked.

You nodded, eyes still trained on the letter, “My mom is not so fluent in English so she usually prefers to speak in Spanish.”

“Can you read it to me?” Your boyfriend asked shyly, “You know if there’s nothing too personal in there and all, wouldn’t want to intrude. It’s just you sound so adorable when you speak Spanish.”

You smiled, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks, “Sure.”

Clearing your throat, you started reading.

Mi hermosa hija,

(My beautiful daughter,)

¿cómo estás? Espero que la estés pasando muy bien en la escuela con tus amigos.

(how are you? I hope you are having a great time at school with your friends.)

Tu prima, Michelle, nos está invitando a su fiesta de cumpleaños número 16. Y se supone que se llevará a cabo justo en medio de tus vacaciones de primavera.

(Your cousin, Michelle, is inviting us to her 16th birthday party. And it's supposed to take place right in the middle of your spring break.)

Pero entendería si no quisieras venir. Sé que el resto de la familia puede ser un problema a veces.

(But I'd understand if you didn't want to come. I know that the rest of the family can be a handful sometimes.)

Bueno, si decides ir. Sería increíble si trajeras a ese maravilloso novio tuyo. Para que finalmente todos podamos conocerlo en persona.

(Well, if you decide to go. It would be awesome if you brought that wonderful boyfriend of yours. So that finally we can all meet him in person.)

¡Ten cuidado cariño! ¡No te estreses demasiado con tus clases!

(Take care honey! Don't stress too much with your classes!)

Mucho amor, mamá

(Much love, Mom).

“Translation?” Fred asked once you were finished.

“My cousin invited us to her birthday party which would be happening right on our spring break. And if I go, they also want you to come so that you can meet my family.” You said.

Fred paused for a moment, “Well, are you going?”

You shrugged, “Do you want to come along?”

“Yeah, I would love to meet your family.” He smiled, “Especially since you already met mine.

“I’ll tell them I’ll go then.”

—

Later that day, a knock came on your dormitory door.

“Come in!” You said without looking up from your homework, thinking that it was just one of your dorm mates.

And it was safe to say that you were surprised when your bed suddenly dipped at the weight of someone.

Upon looking up, you weren’t surprised when you were met with the familiar grin of your boyfriend.

“And what can I help you with?” You asked with a smile.

“Can I ask you a favor?” He grinned shyly.

Raising a brow at him, you answered, “Depends on how crazy the favor is.”

Fred jokingly rolling his eyes at you before flashing back to his shy demeanor, “Fine. But promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“I won’t.” You promised.

He looked cautiously at you before saying, “I want you to teach me Spanish.”

You tried to hide the surprise on your face as you blinked, not knowing what to say.

Fred groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“It’s not!” You insisted, prying his hands away from his face, “It’s actually adorable.”

“Really?” He asked, peeking through his fingers.

“Really.” You smiled at him, “I’d be honored to teach you.”

“What do you want to learn?” You asked.

“Maybe some basics?” He said, “Just so I don’t look like a complete fool in front of your family.”

You giggled, closing your textbook and putting it away, “So, hello is hola.”

“Hola.” Fred repeated, completely focused on your every word.

“And when you introduce yourself, you say, mi nombre es Fred Weasley.”

Fred repeated the phrase, though you had to do a little brush up on his pronunciation later.

That’s how you basically spent the rest of the afternoon, teaching Fred how to speak the language you grew up with.

—

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?” You asked as the two of you arrived at your house. 

Although your family was originally from Columbia, your mother had came to England when she was 20 and that’s where she met your father. 

And the rest was history.

“Of course I am.” Fred grinned as he placed a kiss on your cheek to try and reassure you.

“Mi hija!” Your mom said as she caught sight of you with a smile, bringing you in for a hug.

“Mama.” You grinned, kissing her cheek, “I missed you so much.”

Once she let you go, turning to Fred and cupping his face in her hands, “Debes ser su novio, ella escogió bien - eres tan guapo.”

You were about to go and translate for your boyfriend when he smiled and responded, “Gracias. Tengo mucha suerte de tener a tu hija.”

You were surprised, to say the least, you recalled teaching Fred the basic stuff but you were happy that he was getting along with your mother just fine.

“Vamos, Michelle está emocionada de verte.” Your mother said.

You nodded, “Bueno.” before you and your boyfriend followed her inside. 

—

Throughout the whole party, various members of your family talked to Fred and it didn’t seem like he had any trouble communicating with them - except for a few harder words you had to translate for him.

Once everyone else was busy, you pulled him aside.

“I’m happy with your little surprise. But do tell me how did you manage to talk almost so fluently in Spanish?” You asked.

Fred smiled, “Turns out the Hogwarts library had an English to Spanish dictionary and let’s just say that I studied it more than I ever studied in my life. Also I kinda had a little help from both Hermione and Harry.”

Your heart melted at the lengths he took just to be able to learn your language, your heritage and maybe make his connection with you stronger.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, “Eres el amor de mi vida.”

“Translation please?” He said.

You smiled, “You’re the love of my life.”

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[la-tia-panchita]

Letter to José

José when you receive this letter without reason, you'll know it was all over between us.

Fandom: The Three Caballeros

Relationship: José/Panchito

Notes: Hi everyone! I just wanna to tell that I have made my first Panjose fanfic! (Well it is a songifc :b) and although it's on ao3 I want to share it here too! Hope you like it!! ^^. The song with which I was based to make this songfic is called " Carta a Eufemia" and it is interpreted by Pedro Infante, I’ll leave you the song at the end!

Two years had already passed since the filming of the three caballeros and with it two years of courtship between the Brazilian parrot and the Mexican rooster, making family and friends more than happy for the couple; in Brazil because it is the couple with whom the green feathers lasted the longest (not counting the beautiful Rosinha Vaz, but that is another story because between the two there is a relationship that consists of breaking up and returning, well, rather it existed  until the mexican arrived) And in Mexico they were happy because the rooster had finally decided to choose a partner, only there was some disappointment, anger and even lawsuits with his father when he found out that the happy couple was a man and not a woman, but that is also another story. The point here is that although some did not want to admit it, they were all happy for the relationship that these two birds had.

If you ask Panchito how is his luck with women, he would say that it is very good since in his town there are several women who are interested in him, but if you ask him how is his luck in love, surely he would laugh and say that  love was not made for him because no one has ever stolen sighs and sleepless nights thinking of that special person, until he met José.

For Panchito, dealing with José was like a soccer match where you begin observing calmly and as the game progresses it comes the insults, fouls and yellow cards; so yes, when Panchito and José met they did not have a good relationship, but the second half arrived and with it an adrenaline, emotion and a feeling of not wanting to change the channel, until the first goal arrives, making that the team who scored the goal began to scream with euphoria and happiness while the opposing team begins to get frustrated and that's how Panchito's mind was when he first questioned what he was beginning to feel for the samba dancer. And suddenly more goals arrive making more visible who could be the winning team, until a penalty arrives a night before the premier of his film in which the entire stadium fell into deathly silence because that goal is the one that would mark the victory or the defeat, and there we see the player kick the ball and how it approaches to the goal, mocking the goalkeeper who had to jump to stop the ball but still being insufficient because the one who stopped that ball was the net, causing the entire stadium to rise up screaming with excitement and happiness as they finally saw the beaks of the two birds joined in a kiss, thus marking the end of the game and the start of a relationship.

After that night for Panchito it was like being drugged, he felt in the clouds every time he looked at his partner and when he surprisingly kissed him it was as if a gravitational force was dragging him strongly to the floor, and he loved that change of emotions that the brazilian provoked in him. What he did not love was the decision to have a long distance relationship, but he had to reluctantly accept because in Mexico his family needed him and in Brazil they needed José, so with the promise that the two would constantly send  letters, they said goodbye.

And now after almost a year of living in different countries we can see a well-dressed rooster as a charro signing the end of a paper "Done!" He exclaimed appreciating the final product "Here you have" he said handing the letter to his brother Miguel "Read the letter that I am going to send to the José of my life, to see if he answers it to me" Miguel took the letter between his hands and began to read it.

José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón.

[José, when you recieve this letter without reason]

"You are sure about this?" Miguel ask looking at Panchito disbelief.

"Of course"

Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo terminó

[You'll know it was all over between us]

"Won't he take it wrong? I mean, this is said to the face" Panchito gave a few laughs as he shook his head.

"Miguel, Why am I going to fly to Brazil to just tell him we're done?" Panchito ask.

"I don't know, maybe for dignity? Honor? Or even so that he doesn't TAKE IT WRONG!?" Remarking the last words, Miguel insisted as if it were the most obvious thing.

Y no la des en recibida por traición.

Te devuelvo tu palabra, te la devuelvo sin usarla y que conste que en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.

[When you receive it, don't take it as betrayal

I send back your word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you, in this letter that we finish just like that]

Panchito leaned his back on the chair while crossing his arms and replaid "Dignity? Honor? That he doesn't take it wrong? Ay no inventes, better you keep reading the letter and I assure you that you will change your mind" his brother just rolled his eyes and kept reading.

No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste.

Tu me olvidaste y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste.

[You didn't write me, and my previous letters I don't know if you received them.

You forgot me, and my love was killed by the silence that you gave me.]

"Don't you think you are exaggerating?" Miguel asked again taking a sip of his drink .

"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana" he claimed and running his hands over his crest he let out a frustrated sigh "look, everything that is in the letter is the truth and what I truly feel. Although I continue to have unconditional affection for José, this can no longer continue like this, he is there and I am here and thanks to the distance this relationship has become non-existent, I even forgot how to love him!" he explained.

¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!

Pues del amor ¿pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo

Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor

[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!

About love, what could I tell you? And here remains as a friend

Your most affectionate, attentive and very secure server]

"Pancito Pistoles" he read the signature aloud and left the letter on the table "Well there as you see, if you are sure then send it to him" He sighed pulling out his wallet and putting a few bills on the table.

"Pues ya está" Panchito got up from the table next to his brother "come with me to send it" he hugged his brother by the shoulders and the two of them left the restaurant.

-------

The afternoon was setting on the beautiful coasts of Rio de Janeiro reflecting the pink and orange tones of the sky in the sea.

"Zé, you have received a letter" said his friend Nestor entering to the balcony where the parrot was admiring the peaceful landscape while smoking one of his cigars.

José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón

Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo término

[José, when you receive this letter without reason

You'll know it was all over between us]

"Muito obrigado" he answered taking the letter in his hands and without waiting, he opened it, he already knew who it was and was eager to read what the mexican would tell him now. Would he tell him that he finally bought Mr. Martinez a new saddle? Or maybe he would tell him how he reluctantly pulled his brother out of a fight again?

When he unfolded the paper and read the first sentences, his brow began to furrow and a void seized him.

No la des en recibida por traición.

Te devulevo tu palabra, te la devuevo sin usarla y que conste en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.

[When you receive it, don't take it as a betrayal.

I send back you word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you in this letter that we finish just like that]

He entered to his room in dismay and he dropped into the chair at the small desk he had.

No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste

[You didn't write me, andmy previous letters I don't know if you received them]

His gaze immediately traveled to his desk, which was littered with crumpled sheets of paper scattered everywhere, some on the floor, others in the trash can, and many others on top of the same desk, but there was a place where it wasn't littered with trash. and that was where he kept all the letters he received from Panchito, each one of them was ordered and well arranged by date.

Tu me olvidaste, y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste

[You forgot me, and mt love was killed by the silence that you gave me]

The anxiety was consuming the poor brazilian who did not realize he was puffing on his cigar too fast until the ashes of the cigar fell into his sack. He put the letter aside and putting out ths cigar into ths ashtray he tried to clean the ashes from his sack, when he finally thought his sack was clean he rubbed his eyes and took the letter again.

¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!

[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!]

José squeezed his beak, he knew that there would come a time when Panchito would get tired of not having any information about him, but he never imagined that those lines would cause much impact on him, because just seeing that that sentence was with an exclamation point and that his name was included he imagined as if the rooster was giving a cry of despair and help to know about him. And it is not that José did not want to respond and escape from that relationship, on the contrary, he loves Panchito with all his being and with each letter he received his love for him increased more, only that whenever he was about to write he could not find the words correct and more when everything around him started to go from bad to worse, Zico and Zeca arrived (his nephews whom he loves very much) but unfortunately his sister left, may he rest, the bar where he worked was closed and the money began to scarce and it was in those moments that the only thing that kept him standing were the letters he received from Panchito.

Sometimes it crossed to his mind that he could ask for help from the mexican, but immediately the shame consumed him, then he thought he could start sending letters and after sending some now he could ask for help, but he thought he would look very cheeky and better he didn't sent anything, and now that his life is stable again he does not know what to say, keeping only erasers scattered all over his desk and floor.

Del amor ¿Pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo

Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor

[About love, what could I tell you? And here remainss as a friend

Your most affectionate, attentive, and very secure server]

"Signature Panchito Pistoles" he threw the letter on the table and leaned back in his chair "it's all over" he sighed heavily, although now he wanted to and tried to write him a letter to explain everything, to tell him to wait that he still loves him, that he had not forgotten him and that he was not going to let their relationship end in this way, he did not feel up to it and above all he felt defeated and tired.

He took out a cigar and lit it, letting himself be carried away by the smoke it gave off and his pain until someone entered to his room. "Zé, another letter just arrived." His friend Nestor's voice was heard, but he did not respond and did not even I turn to see, he just sat there smoking his cigar "I'll leave it in bed for you" answered the other walking around the room and when he left the letter he left, leaving José in complete silence immersed in his thoughts.

After several minutes he got up to go get the letter and turn on the light since the darkness of the night had already flooded the room.

Seeing where the happy letter came from, he threw it angrily "o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez..." letter on the floor with hopes and something in it begged that in that letter it would come out that it was all a joke in bad taste or even a warning for not keeping his promise.

With fear he picked up the letter and stopped looking at the details of the envelope, it was strange that the letter was different from the one already known but it could be clearly seen that the sender's address said Hacienda Quintero, he opened the envelope and slowly took out the paper that was inside.

Hi José,

I hope you are well and I hope you will forgive the informality of this letter.

I know what my brother wrote in his letter and I want you to know that I do not agree with the decision he made, well first of all I hope you have already read the letter, if not, everything that comes here will not make sense.

I want you to know that my brother still loves you well, but that does not remove the fact that he is hurt because he thinks you have forgotten him and now he has taken a very proud, very arrogant attitude and God! Not even a day has passed and I can't stand it anymore. So, Mr. Carioca, I kindly ask you if you don't want to send a letter, then at least come to fix my brother and even though I haven't seen you in a long time, I know that you still love my brother.

There I leave you a few Mexican bills (sorry I did this letter suddenly and I didn't have time to look for Brazilian reals) with which you can go to Mexico or you can keep them and do whatever you want with them, consider it as a gift and an apology for the letter from my silly brother.

I am saying goodbye because Panchito is here and he does not know that I have written this letter and I do not want him to find out that he exists.

Miguel Quintero.

He opened his eyes surprisingly, he did not know what impacted him more, the fact that Panchito's brother was playing the cupid, knowing that Panchito still loved him or that José received a second chance.

He checked the envelope again and, indeed, Miguel had given him several bills with which he could pay the last debts he had left or he could go to Mexico to try to win back the love of his life.

He sat slowly on the bed thinking what he would say to Panchito when he see him. Perhaps he would claim the fact that he cut him by letter and did not have the decency to tell him in front, because this things you need to said it to the face.

End Notes:

"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana"-- oh what the, if it's not Chana it's Juana. (In Mexico the phrase "if it's not Chana it's Juana" is a colloquial saying that express if it's not one thing it's the other)

"Pues ya está"-- Well that's it

"Muito obrigado"-- thanks a lot.

"o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez" --what those that piece of mariachi wants?! Isn't it enough for him to break my heart!? Now he need to make fun of me, or maybe...

[ariel-seagull-wings]

ATLANTIA

(MAGO DE OZ)

TRANSLITERATION (ORIGINAL LYRICS)

Memento Homo Quia pulvis es, Et in pulverem reverteris. Si he de naufragar en mi tormenta Déjame nadar dentro de ti Todo lo que fui se puso en venta Todo lo que amé, lo que aprendí Me quiero morir en tu mirada Me quiero dormir en el que fui Nos atrincharemos en tu almohada Siempre que el destino tenga a bien Hoy la vida baja la persiana Se venden sonrisas de ocasión Cerrará el mercado «del mañana» «Cese de planeta por defunción» Llora el río, soledad Se desangra de agua el mar Tose el cielo truenos y luz Estornuda un alud. En la fe que cristo nos ha de salvar En la fe de que él nos ama nos tenemos que agarrar No al anticonceptivo huh?, es mejor el sida que un condón Ser gay es una enfermedad, violar a un crío no. Dios es amor, dios es libertad, ¡Oh, Jesús! tú nos traes la paz Dios es la luz, tolerancia y fe Es tu colega un amigo de verdad. Dios derribó la Torre de babel por no creer Pidió a abraham sacrificar a su hijo que era de su fe Inundó la tierra, el diluvio de dios Mandó a su hijo a morir, y el infierno se inventó. Dios es amor, dios es libertad, ¡Oh, Jesús! tú nos traes la paz Dios es la luz, tolerancia y fe Es tu colega, un amigo de verdad Bienaventurados los pobres Bienaventurado el que es gay Bienaventurado el que paga Bienaventurado el que cree Bienaventurado el parado Y el que no llega a fin de mes Bienaventurada la esposa Bienaventurados los pobres Bienaventurado el que es gay Bienaventurado el que paga Bienaventurado el que cree Bienaventurado el parado Y el que no llega a fin de mes Bienaventurada la esposa Que soporta golpes de un cerdo Que recibe mil puñaladas Con una sonrisa y una oración Silba una canción la despedida Recita poemas el adiós Se maquilla la melancolía Con nostalgia y polvos de dolor [Tony Menguiano: Más allá del sol y las estrellas O entre las esquinas de tu amor Puede que encontremos otra tierra Pues la profecía empieza El infierno se enfrió Y el cielo se cubrió De una telaraña gris De nubes y dolor Vomitaba un volcán El bosque se quemó desangrábase una flor Herida por el sol Crucificarse decidió Al ver aquel horror Llora el río, soledad Se desangra de agua el mar Tose el cielo truenos y luz Dibujando oscuridad Quiero morir en tu mirar Quiero morir y despertar Y tenerte junto a mí amor Sin ti no puedo estar Quiero poder recuperar Todos los sueños que vendí Por puñados del progreso amor Perdí mi libertad El dorado decidió ir al monte de piedad A vender o a empeñar todo el oro antes de huir La Pirámide del Sol Se untó crema solar Para proteger su piel del fuego nuclear El árbol de la noche triste no deja de reír No Grita el viento, ¿dónde estás? A la playa que se bebió el mar Se abrió el suelo, ataúd Construcciones, fosa común. Quiero morir en tu mirar Quiero morir y despertar Y tenerte junto a mi amor Sin ti no puedo estar. Quiero poder recuperar Todos los sueños que vendí Por puñados del progreso yo Perdí mi libertad. Quiero morir en tu mirar Quiero morir y despertar Y tenerte junto a mí, amor Sin ti no puedo estar Quiero poder recuperar Todos los sueños que vendí Por puñados del progreso yo Perdi mi libertad. Cierre del planeta Almas en liquidación Cambio de negocio Fin de civilización Se ha inundado el infierno Se ha inundado el Edén Se enquistó la primavera Y a las flores que les den. Ya no queda ningún recuerdo Fotogramas del ayer Quién encarcelará tus besos En la celda de tu querer Ya no quedan sueños que difícil es Dibujar sonrisas en el corazón Ya no queda nadie con quién naufragar Sólo queda el ayer. Ánimas en comunión, Reunión del más allá Convocados por satán, Que no para de llorar. Jesucristo con Jahvé, sin parar de discutir Ya no hay nada pa’jugar, ni a quién manejar El Amazonas se ha casado Con la lava de un volcán Oh Llora el río, soledad Se desangra de agua el mar Tose el trueno truenos y luz Dibujando oscuridad. Quiero morir en tu mirar Quiero morir y despertar Y tenerte junto a mí, amor Sin ti no puedo estar Quiero poder recuperar Todos los sueños que vendí Por puñados del progreso yo Perdí mi libertad Hay veces que no sé Si exprimir el sol Para sentir calor. Durante miles de años, los seres humanos Hemos podido disfrutar, del mejor regalo Que los dioses dieran jamás a ningún ser vivo. La brisa, el viento, el hermano sol y la hermana luna Campos y praderas donde ver crecer a nuestros hijos Amaneceres bañados con el perfume que estornudan las flores en primavera Puestas de sol decoradas por los sueños aun por concebir. Y aunque parezca mentira… inteligencia Pero el hombre blanco despreció aquel tesoro Y a medida que la vida le sonreía, El le contestaba dando patadas al destino. Si alguien lee esta carta, no olvide que el fin de esta civilización Se debió al egoismo, codicia e incultura de la raza humana. Los hombres ya no somos mamíferos El ser humano no se convirtió en depredador La raza humana somos simplemente un virus Matamos, crecemos, y nos multiplicamos. Por eso nos extinguimos Por eso las aguas se tragaron nuestra civilización La verdadera Atlántida, éramos nosotros Y por eso hemos escrito esta nota Para formas de vida inteligente venideras. Cuando los hombres escupen al suelo… …se escupen a si mismo

TRANSLATION (ENGLISH LYRICS)

Memento Homo Quia pulvis is, And in pulverem reverteris. If I'm to sink in my storm Let me swim inside you everything I was was put up for sale Everything I loved, what I learned I want to die in your eyes I want to sleep where I went We'll stick in your pillow. As long as fate has it right TODAY Life lowers the blind Used smiles are sold Will close the market " of tomorrow» "Termination of planet by death» Weep the river, soledad The sea bleeds from water Cough the sky Thunder and light Sneeze a hint. In the faith that Christ is to save us In the faith that he loves us we have to hold on No birth control, huh? AIDS is better than a condom. Being gay is a disease, raping a kid isn't. God Is Love, God is freedom, Oh, Jesus! you bring us peace God is light, tolerance and faith is your colleague a true friend. God brought down the tower of babel for not believing He asked abraham to sacrifice his son who was of his faith Flooded the Earth, the flood of God He sent his son to die, and hell was invented. God Is Love, God is freedom, Oh, Jesus! you bring us peace God is light, tolerance and faith is your colleague, a true friend Blessed are the poor Blessed is he who is gay Blessed is he who pays Blessed is he that believeth Blessed is the unemployed And the one who doesn't make it to the end of the month Blessed is the wife Blessed are the poor Blessed is he who is gay Blessed is he who pays Blessed is he that believeth Blessed is the unemployed And the one who doesn't make it to the end of the month Blessed is the wife Who withstands the blows of a pig Who gets stabbed a thousand times With a smile and a prayer Whistle a song farewell Recite poems goodbye Make-up melancholy With nostalgia and dusts of pain [Tony Menguiano: Beyond the sun and the stars Or between the corners of your love We may find another land For the prophecy begins Hell has cooled down And the sky was covered Of a grey web Of clouds and pain I was throwing up a volcano. The forest burned out a flower bled out Wound by the sun Crucified decided Seeing that horror Weep the river, soledad The sea bleeds from water Cough the sky Thunder and light Drawing darkness I want to die in your gaze I want to die and wake up And to have you by my side, love Without you I can't be I want to be able to recover All the dreams I sold By handfuls of Love progress I lost my freedom El dorado decided to go to monte de piedad To sell or pawn all the gold before fleeing The Pyramid of The Sun Sun cream was smeared To protect your skin from nuclear fire The tree of the sad night keeps laughing The wind doesn't scream, Where Are you? To the beach that drank the sea Opened the floor, coffin Constructions, mass grave. I want to die in your gaze I want to die and wake up And to have you with my love I can't be without you. I want to be able to recover All the dreams I sold By the handfuls of progress I lost my freedom. I want to die in your gaze I want to die and wake up And to have you by my side, love Without you I can't be I want to be able to recover All the dreams I sold By the handfuls of progress I lost my freedom. Closure of the planet Souls in liquidation Change of business End of civilization Hell has flooded Eden has flooded The spring came to an end And the flowers they give them. There's no memory left. Yesterday's frames Who will Jail your kisses In the cell of your love There are no more dreams that it is difficult to draw smiles in the heart There's no one left to shipwreck with There's only yesterday left. Souls in communion, Beyond meeting Summoned by Satan, She keeps crying. Jesus Christ with Yahweh, without stopping to argue There's nothing left to play, no one to handle. The Amazon is married With lava from a volcano Oh cry the river, loneliness The sea bleeds from water Cough thunder thunder and light Drawing darkness. I want to die in your gaze I want to die and wake up And to have you by my side, love Without you I can't be I want to be able to recover All the dreams I sold By handfuls of progress I lost my freedom There are times I don't know If you squeeze the sun To feel warm. For thousands of years, human beings We were able to enjoy, the best gift That the gods would never give to any living thing. The breeze, the wind, brother Sun and Sister Moon Fields and meadows to watch our children grow Scented sunrises sneezing flowers in spring Sunsets decorated by dreams yet to be conceived. And even if it sounds like a lie... intelligence But the white man despised that treasure And as life smiled at him, He answered by kicking fate. If anyone reads this letter, do not forget that the end of this civilization It was due to the selfishness, greed and inculturation of the human race. Men are no longer mammals The human being did not become a predator The human race we are simply a virus We kill, we grow, and we multiply. That's why we're extinct. That's why the waters swallowed up our civilization The real Atlantis, it was US And that's why we wrote this note For future intelligent life forms. When men spit on the ground… ... spit on themselves

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sombra gets an eyefull / accepting

TEXT sent:

as lovely as these pictures are, i would recommend password protecting them 

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Always a joy to hack someone’s phone only to find nudes in the gallery. And not even hidden either. There for anyone who can hack a four-number passcode.

[spanishskulduggery]

I know that there's different Spanish past tenses. Which past tense do I have to use in which situation? And do you know a website to learn and practice different tenses (also e.g. future)?

The short answer is that in most cases, either one makes sense but it depends on what you want to say.

Preterite is what I consider simple past. It’s for things that definitely happened, and specifically for things that have a clear end. It might have been a thing that went on for a long time, maybe years, but it’s over and it’s a completed action.

That’ll make sense when I explain the imperfect tense, but just keep in mind “completed” action.

It’s best to use preterite when you’re talking about a specific moment in time, or something that happened and is over. These tend to be actions that interrupt narration (which is consequently almost always imperfect). They describe concrete and complete actions:

Hablé con ella. = I spoke with her.

No dormí bien. = I didn’t sleep well.

Me desperté a las siete. = I woke up at 7 o’clock.

Estuve aquí. = I was here (at that time).

Me puse enojado/a. = I got angry (at that moment).

Empezó a nevar. = It started to snow.

Me lavé las manos. = I washed my hands.

Jugué a cartas con mis amigos. = I played cards with my friends.

Estornudé de repente. = I sneezed suddenly.

Acabaron con la tarea. = They finished the task/homework.

Se casaron. = They got married.

Volví a casa. = I returned home.

Me llevaron al parque. = They brought me to the park.

Me disculpé. = I apologized.

Se desmayó. = He/She fainted.

Se murió. = He/She passed away.

Also preterite is what gets used for doing passive voice with ser and past participles in the past:

Fue escrito por un autor famoso. = It was written by a famous author.Fue escrita por un autor famoso. = It (f) was written by a famous author.

Fuimos rescatados. = We were rescued.Fuimos rescatadas. = We (f) were rescued.

Fueron educados en Europa. = They were educated in Europe.Fueron educadas en Europa. = They (f) were educated in Europe.

And then imperfect on the other hand is for incomplete actions happening in the past. The linguistic idea of “perfect” refers to “things that are completed”, so “imperfect” means “things not yet completed” or “things that might still be happening”.

These are frequently done with descriptions, weather, time, emotions, and other background setting the stage kind of sentences.

Imperfect is used for actions that were happening in the past that have no definite end, and for actions that people “used to do”:

Vivíamos juntos. = We lived together. / We used to live together.

Llovía = It was raining. / It used to rain.Estaba lloviendo. = It was raining.Solía llover. = It used to rain.

No hablaba mucho con ella antes. = I didn’t speak with her much before.

Estábamos felices. = We were happy.

Éramos amigos. = We were friends.

Nos conocíamos. = We used to know each other.

Lo pasaba fatal. = I [also possibly “he” or “she”] was having a rough time.

Mi amigo estaba enfermo. = My friend was sick.

No me hacía falta más. = I didn’t need more.

Creía ya haber aprendido la lección. = I thought I’d already learned the lesson.

No sabía dónde estaba mi libro. = I didn’t know where my book was.

Llevaban gafas. = They were wearing glasses.

La bufanda era roja. = The scarf was red.

Siempre soñaba con viajar a otro país. = I always dreamed of traveling to another country.

Ya era hora. = It was about time.

Sonreían. = They were smiling.

*Note: You can ONLY tell time in the imperfect tense; era la una, eran las dos, eran las tres and so forth.

**The idea of “used to” is also done with soler … In present tense it means “to normally do” or “to often do”; in imperfect it means “used to”. It can’t exist in preterite

***In general, había is way more common than hubo for pluperfect/past perfect. You only see hubo in very specific and dramatic cases.

There are also some particular verbs that change meaning depending on whether they’re preterite or imperfect but they are special cases.

In general, most verbs work in either preterite or imperfect so it’s a matter of how you want to be understood:

Me puse triste. = I got sad (at that moment). [preterite]Estaba triste. = I was sad. [imperfect]

Hizo calor. = It was hot out (on that specific day/at that time). [preterite]Hacía calor. = It was hot out (just in general). [imperfect]

Desayunaba. = I was eating breakfast.Desayuné. = I ate breakfast.

[aphrodicted]

hey there moni! i was wondering if i could have a reading?? my name is melissa and my sun is in scorpio. for some context: tengo un vecino que ha sido mi crush desde hace ya tiempo... siempre nos saludamos cuando nos vemos pero no hemos hablado mas que eso, pero por alguna razón siempre he sentido algo como que pulling me to him... quería saber si esta conección podría evolucionar a ser algo más eventualmente? ya sea románticamente o solo como amigos. gracias x

Hello, angel! How are you? So... I saw you wrote your request in spanish and I decided to answer you in spanish because it’s easier for me.

Tus cartas: Seis de Espadas, Seis de Oros, As de Espadas, Cinco de Copas (invertido), Nueve de Oros (invertido), Reina de Oros.

Esta conexión con tu vecino podría ayudarte a obtener un cambio personal a mejor. Él puede aportarte ciertos puntos de vista o concepciones que te ayudarán a evolucionar como persona. No puedo mentirte, Melissa, pero debo ser honesta contigo y aclarar cualquier duda que pueda surgir. Mis cartas sí ven una posibilidad de tener una relación romántica con este chico, ya que ellas me hablan sobre una pareja capaz de luchar unida. Sin embargo, mis cartas también hablan sobre la posibilidad de no sentirte completa al lado de tu vecino si termináis como una pareja romántica. Mis cartas te ven feliz, sí, pero sentirás que algo falta en tu vida.

Es verdad que, tal y como mis chicas me dicen, este vecino puede ser un tipo de recompensa por tus acciones pasadas. Este chico es un regalo del Universo, pero siento que no es el momento de forzad la relación o fantasear con tener algo romántico con él. ¿Por qué? Por la simple razón de que uno de los dos no se siente preparado para tener una relación formal. Sin embargo, sí te recomiendo empezar a hablar con él y no únicamente saludarlo, ya que una relación cordial o una amistad con él puede aportarte muchísimas cosas. Por otro lado, y como te he dicho antes, no intentaría tener nada romántico con él porque tú no serás del todo feliz a su lado.

La idea de curación y recuperación están muy presentes en tu lectura. Yo entiendo este mensaje de la siguiente manera: aunque uno de los dos tenga una energía más mermada que el otro, es positivo que tú también analices si existe algún tipo de dolor o decepción que debas curar en tu interior. Como estamos hablando sobre relaciones amorosas, esa decepción o dolor que debes analizar si existe en tu interior tiene que tener relación con este ámbito de tu vida personal. Tú tienes un gran potencial para sanar, pero debes abrirte a recibir para completar esta curación sobre la que hablan mis cartas. No tengas miedo a la incertidumbre, sino que déjate sorprender hacia dónde puede llevarte esta relación con tu vecino si tú das el primer paso y te permites conocerlo como una persona, sin etiquetarlo.

No sé si eres tú o es tu vecino, pero uno de los dos parece estar saliendo de una decepción amorosa. Si no eres tú, Melissa, es posible que tu vecino esté luchando por deshacerse de una decepción emocional que todavía perturba su mente y no le deja abrirse tanto como él desearía. Tu vecino se encuentra con una profunda sensación de impotencia, muy triste, aunque sí debo decirte que le has despertado un pequeño interés. A este chico le has llamado la atención, pero no lo suficiente como para plantearse algo romántico contigo. Por esta razón, y otras más, te recomiendo hablar con él e intentar conocerlo como persona antes de fantasear con nada.

Además, antes te he comentado que es posible una relación romántica con tu vecino. Sigo pensando lo mismo, pero ambos deberéis tener mucha paciencia con el otro porque los miedos y las dudas tienen un papel muy importante en vuestra vida amorosa. Por otro lado, mis cartas hablan sobre una ruptura inesperada entre los dos. Por lo tanto, es altamente probable que viváis algún momento de distanciamiento por cualquier razón.

En resumen, vuestra relación sí puede evolucionar a algo, pero será muy lentamente porque uno de los dos todavía está muy dolido por algún tipo de decepción que ha vivido en el pasado. Tu vecino se siente traicionado y muy decepcionado, y tener una relación romántica puede ser complicado para él. El consejo que puedo darte es el siguiente: empieza a hablar con él de manera cordial y conoceos poco a poco.

Mucha suerte, mi amor!

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[rumyarabella]

Digimon Roll La llegada de Lekiam (the Lekiam's arrival)

Yggdrasil, el host principal del Mundo Digital, para algunos considerado como un dios y para otros como no más que una computadora sin sentimientos.  Puesto que fue corrompido,mando a los royal Knight a eliminar la vida de los digimon, siendo estos también absorbidos por la oscuridad. Dando paso a evoluciones malignas y conducidas por la ira 

En el mismo caso tenemos a homeostasis un ser creado para suplir la función de Yggdrasil cuando este fue corrompido, manteniéndose en un estado de guerra causando un desequilibrio en el mundo digital.

Pronto este mundo llegara a su fin -  Una imponente figura oculta entre las sombras soltó una sádica sonrisa mientras miraba hacia una celda, de la cual solo se lograba ver una especie de ojos rojos - pronto llegara la hora de comer... 

Homeostasis  decidió jugar una de sus mejores cartas, pero al mismo tiempo una de las más peligrosas, la misma que llevó al anterior mundo a su destrucción, un arma de doble filo... traer humanos. Una acción desesperada para un mundo en el cual ni siquiera existían los Royal Knight. Pero tenía fe que con ellos se restablecerá la paz... O no? 

Mando Digivces  al mundo humano seleccionando a los más dignos 

(aqui comienzan las acciones de los participantes y las respuestas del rol masteer, recuerden que solo se borran los dados, y las estadisticas de daño, para escribirlo a modo fanfic, pero eso no significa que sea uno.)

Día normal en el dojo Kempachi. Un  joven de 15 años practicando debotamente como todos los días el kendo que le fue heredado por sus padres (que están de vacaciones en el extranjero) cuando un extraño y peculiar reflejo de una luz brillante le precuto la cara a nuestro heroe solitario

- ahh mis ojos. Que es esto en el suelo, no es un celular!?, que es esto? - didijo un lekiam confundido

Cuando de repente suena y ve que la pantalla del extraño objeto dice su nombre completo

- esto debe ser una broma

Luego lo suelta en el tatami dándose así un golpe aquel objeto  contra el mismo..! Y justo en ese intate! Una luz brillante lo sego y lo envolvio y lo siguiente que vio un montón de luces extrañas A su al rededor mientras el sentia que caía  e impactaba con un piso de tierra

ahh! Pero que en donde estoy  - dijo lekiam al abrir los ojos

Y luego su cara es impactada por aquel objeto (por que le cae en la cara)

Apenas se encontró al primer elegido fue trasladado a una pequeña isla cerca de las Isla de los dioses, donde la corrupción de yggdrasil aun no habia llegado pero aun así había peligro por doquier... 

Apenas cayó en la isla su digivice empezó a  sonar, esto solo era una advertencia de que su compañero de aventuras estaba cerca por no decir que al momento le cayó encima al chico aún aturdido

ahh que demonios ahora eto no se calla. Ya para!! Que quieres de mi? Cosa ruidosa? - el chico empezo a agitar el objeto y darle leves golpes a ver si asi se callaba

Cuchutoplun!!!

 - aaaaahhh  que es esto que demonios Una cucaracha super desarollada

- no soy eso que dices que soy digimon mal vestido!!! - respondio el digimon que le cayo encima

- como  me digiste!!. Y por que sigues ensima  de mi QUÍTATE ANIMALEJO - le contesto el chico

- uy lo siento es que eres cómodo jaja - se quita de encima

- que!! Insima te burlas enano! - el chico se le queda viendo un instante para luego soltar - oye un momento como es que tu HABLAS AAHH ODIOS UNA MARIQITA MUTANTE AAAHHH

- mariquita mutante? Que no se será eso pero no suena bien 

- ok ya me calme quien oque eres amigo hoctopodo?

- yo soy tentomon hola buenas tardes señor!

(Los compañeros digimon son elegidos a traves de un test que la mayoria ya debe conocer, si no me escriben y se los puedo pasar con mucho gusto)

Yggdrasil, the main host of the Digital World, for some considered as a god and for others as no more than a computer without feelings. Since he was corrupted, he sent the royal knights to eliminate the digimon's life, being also absorbed by the darkness. Giving way to evil and anger-driven evolutions In the same case we have to homeostasis a being created to replace the function of Yggdrasil when it was corrupted, remaining in a state of war causing an imbalance in the digital world. Soon this world will come to an end - An imposing figure hidden in the shadows let out a sadistic smile as he looked towards a cell, from which only a kind of red eyes could be seen - soon it was time to eat ... Homeostasis decided to play one of his best cards, but at the same time one of the most dangerous, the same one that led the previous world to its destruction, a double-edged sword ... bringing humans. A desperate action for a world in which even the Royal Knight did not exist. But I had faith that with them peace will be restored ... Or not? I send Digivces to the human world selecting the most worthy

(Here the actions of the participants and the responses of the masteer role begin, remember that only the dice are erased, and the damage statistics, to write it as a fanfic, but that does not mean that it is one.)

Normal day at the Kempachi dojo. A young man of 15 years practicing debotily like every day the kendo that was inherited by his parents (who are on vacation abroad) when a strange and peculiar reflection of a bright light asked the face of our lonely hero

- ahh my eyes. What is this on the floor, is not a cell phone!?, What is this? - Said a confused lekiam

When suddenly it rings and you see that the strange object's screen says its full name

- this has to be a joke

Then he releases it on the tatami thus hitting that object against it ..! And right in that intate! A bright light seized him and enveloped him and the next thing he saw a lot of strange lights all around him as he felt himself falling and hitting a dirt floor

ahh! But where am I - Lekiam said when he opened his eyes

And then his face is hit by that object (because it falls on his face)

As soon as the first chosen was found, he was transferred to a small island near the Isle of the Gods, where the corruption of Yggdrasil had not yet arrived but still there was danger everywhere ...

As soon as he fell on the island his digivice began to sound, this was only a warning that his adventure partner was close, not to say that at the moment the still stunned boy fell on him

ahh what the hell now this is not silent. Stop now!! What do you want of me? Noisy thing? - The boy began to shake the object and give it light blows to see if it was quiet

Cuchutoplun !!!

- aaaaahhh what is this what the hell A super developed cockroach

- I am not that you say that I am digimon badly dressed !!! - Answered the digimon that fell on him

- As you told me !!. And why are you still on top of me? REMOVE ANIMALEJO - the boy answered him

- oops, I'm sorry you're comfortable haha ​​- get off me

- than!! Insima you mock dwarf! - the boy stares at him for a moment and then lets go - hears a moment how is it that you SPEAK AAHH I HATE A MUTANT LADYBUG AAAHHH

- mutant ladybug? That won't be, but it doesn't sound good

- Okay, calm down, who is a hoctopod friend?

- I'm tentomon hello good afternoon sir!

(The digimon companions are chosen through a test that most of them must already know, if they don't write to me and I can pass them with pleasure)

[mamaholistica]

Happy Day!☀️ Espero que estén teniendo un súper día y que su semana sea la mejor, yo por aquí llegando a casa feliz porque ya se puede sentir la #primavera al ver los árboles verdes, flores, aves y el día radiante, por eso recé, medite y pedí una carta del #oraculo de #DoreenVirtue “Ángel Answer” que son unas de mis favoritas, siempre pensando en ustedes y en algún mensaje que puedan escuchar, salió la carta #Reconsiderar , espero que les sea útil al ver otro punto de vista o al tomar desiciones resuene con ustedes, a continuación la autora dice el siguiente mensaje: “Reconsiderar. Hay un elemento de su plan que debe reevaluarse. Tómese un tiempo para analizar su proyecto o propuesta a fondo. Comparta sus intenciones con un amigo o asesor de confianza que pueda brindarle comentarios objetivos. Pide orientación a tus ángeles. Este no es el momento para hacer el cambio en tu vida que estás considerando. Llegará un momento mejor, o te darás cuenta de que deseas elegir un tipo diferente de transformación para ti.” • • ENGLISH VERSION: Happy day! ☀️ I hope you are having a super day and that your week is the best, here I am coming to a happy house because you can already feel the #spring seeing the green trees, flowers, birds and the radiant day, so I prayed, meditate and I asked for a letter from #Oracle of #DoreenVirtue "Angel Answer" which are one of my favorites, always thinking of you and a message you can hear, and the letter #Reconsider came out, I hope it will be useful to you when you see another point view or when making decisions resonate with you, then the author says the following message: "Reconsider. There is an element of your plan that needs to be reevaluated. Take time to analyze your project or proposal thoroughly. Share your intentions with a trusted friend or advisor who can provide objective feedback. Ask your angels for guidance. This is not the time to make the change in your life that you are considering. It will come to a better time, or you will realize that you want to choose a different type of transformation for yourself.” • #mamaholistica #namaste #inthenearfuture #angelanswers #angelanswersoraclecards #oraclecards https://www.instagram.com/p/B9nJBtenrpx/?igshid=j0ykim73vxlb

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Todo lo de [SEND ME A SYMBOL, AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER] pero con Thom/Gale, Ryukeo y Kaisoo. Te amo.

Thom/Gale

❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked:-- ¿Por qué Gale me pediría tener sexo? Es decir, podría considerarlo, pero no sin antes joderle la paciencia porque “wow, Gale, such a gay vampie”.

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse:-- Uh. No voy a escribirle una carta de amor a Gale.

☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear:-- Ok, no sé por qué pero tengo esta idea en mente desde hace rato, y es Gale usando un traje de vinotinto. Ya sabes, con una camisa negra abajo... Creo que se vería muy bien.

£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it:-- Que pague quien quiera pagar. Podemos dividirnos el dinero o algo así, aunque realmente no me molesta ser yo quien lo haga. Como prefiera él.

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse:-- Su boca. Ni siquiera voy a ocultar lo besable que es porque sólo hace falta que lo veas para decir, damn, quiero besar su boca.

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at:-- Mantener la calma. Siento que aun si se encuentra con su ex, no entraría en pánico. Y eso es mucho decir dada la situación en la que se encuentra esa relación... no-relación.

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon:-- Gale sería... Es decir, Gale es la pequeña cuchara. Ya lo comprobamos.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.-- Terco hasta la médula.

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.-- Amigo. Muy amigo.

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.-- Su... estado... actual... de vampiro.

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.-- La boca, sólo para tener ua excusa y probar qué tal sus labios.

Takeo/Ryusei:

❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked:-- Tendríamos sexo aun si no lo pidiera explícitamente.

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse:-- Que es el amor de mi vida y que un día nos vamos a casar. Y que si le gustan las escenas extra románticas para ir preparándole cómo pedir el matrimonio.

☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear:-- Me gusta muchísimo cuando usa vestidos frescos, como aquel de flores que le regalé. Quizá porque en el pueblo donde me crié hace mucho calor y era una pieza fundamental en las chicas. Siento que se ven muy bonitas en esos vestidos.

£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it:-- Yo pagaré. No es necesario que toque sus ahorros porque todavía no se encuentra trabajando y prefiero que los guarde para otras cosas.

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse:-- Su forma de ser tan fresca y a la vez tan dulce. Es como si te fueran atrayendo con un aroma suave y... cuando te das cuenta estás atrapado alrededor de ella y no puedes huir. Tampoco es como si quiera hacerlo.

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at:-- Es muy buena... calentándome. Sólo déjala que de dos pasos y ufff. O que me sonría y uff. O sus besos... No, no, no. Es muy buena. En serio.

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon:-- Ella siempre será mi pequeña cuchara... O mi backpack, si quiere detrás detrás mío.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.-- La flor más bonita de todo un jardín.

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.-- ¿Por qué “futura esposa” no está entre las opciones?

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.-- Mmmmm. Quisiera cambiar esto... este problema que tiene, respecto a su sexo. Es decir, me gustaría que físicamente fuera la chica que también es por dentro. Me gustaría ayudarle a cambiar para que llegue a eso y se sienta cómoda consigo misma --gesturando mucho porque no sabe cómo explicarse bien. (?)

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.-- En todos lados.

Haneul/Kwangsik

❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked:-- Uh... Sí. Pero si en ese momento estoy muy cansado u ocupado lo mejor es dejarlo para otra ocasión.

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse:-- No sé. Nunca he escrito una carta de amor. Supongo... que le diría que lo quiero mucho. Y que me gusta su sonrisa. Y, uhm. Que baila muy bien. Que... Uhm. Que siento mucho los malos momentos.

☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear:-- Pero Haneul se ve bien con cualquier ropa. Nunca había pensado en una pregunta así. Quizá... con unos pantalones ajustados. De esos que usa para bailar. Me gustan mucho --rascarse el cuello y mirar hacia otro lado porque, uh, awkward.

£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it:-- Cualquiera de los dos podríamos pagar. Depende de quién haya tenido la iniciativa para salir.

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse:-- La carisma que tiene. El que todos lo amen. Su amabilidad. Su sonrisa. El que irradie calidez. Su paciencia y perseverancia. Su dulzura... Hay muchas cosas que son mi “favorita” de él, sólo que no se las digo.

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at:-- Bailar. Me gusta muchísimo verlo bailar en sus presentaciones. Además... Es muy bueno como anti-estrés. Siempre olvido todos los problemas.

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon:-- ...No sé. Por la altura supongo que quedo como la cuchara pequeña, pero también me gusta abrazarlo por la espalda cuando dormimos.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.-- Sol andante.

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.-- Novio.

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.-- Su impaciencia... Es idéntica a la de un cachorro. A veces es adorable, a veces no sé cómo hacer que se detenga aunque sea un poco. Me pone un poco ansioso, sobre todo si es respecto a un tema que también se me hace difícil lidiar.

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.-- Si estamos en público, no lo haré.

[thewordsmagician]

March 26

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It all started, like in every hero story known to man, with a call to adventure. This call came in the form of a letter from Sir William Strongrock whom at that moment was nothing but a stranger to us. Years later he would become one of our closest friends, to both Katherina and me.

She was in the kitchen doing the dishes from breakfast while I was reading the newspaper. The letter came in silently throughout the letterbox making me look at it for a few seconds before resuming my reading.

“Won't you check the letter?” Asked Katy while poking me in the head with her knuckles.

“I don´t want to check it now, most likely is my agent pestering about my manuscript for the next book.- I answered without looking up. I knew the moment I looked at her that terrifying look of her will be looking disapprovingly at me. The moment I see that look I won't have other option but to stand from the sofa and check the thing.

With a sight, Katy walked to the door to pick up the letter. “From Sir William Strongrock to George Martinelli. Do you know the man darling?- She asked.

“Never heard ofd the man” I answered. Two weeks will pass by without opening the letter, time at wich the man himself knocked at our door, refusing to leave until I accepted his  proposal-

El inicio fue, como en muchas otras historias sobre héroes y exploradores, con un llamado a la aventura. Este llamado llegó a nosotros en forma de una carta de Sir William Strongrock

quien en dicho momento resultó no ser más que un extraño para nosotros y que años después se convertiría en un amigo muy apreciado para los dos. Katherina estaba en la cocina, lavando los trastes del desayuno mientras yo leía el diario en nuestra sala de estar. La carta entró silenciosamente por el buson de la puerta llamando mi atención por un momento pero no lo suficiente para hacerme levantar de mi asiento.

-¿No revisarás la carta?-Preguntó katy dándome un pequeño golpecito con sus nudillos en la cabeza.

-Tengo que? Seguramente es mi agente pidiéndome el manuscrito de un libro nuevo.- dije. Levante el periódico y cubrí mi rostro con el, no para seguir leyendo si no para protegerme de su temible mirada. Cada vez la dirige sobre mí no había manera de escapar más que aceptando la tarea que me encomendó en el momento. Y no pensaba àrame del sillón aun.

Suspirando Katy camino a la puerta y recogió el sobre color marrón del piso. -Sir William Strongrock para George Martinelli. ¿Lo conoces querido?-preguntó.

-Ni idea- contesté. La carta se quedaría en esa mesa por al menos dos semanas más sin abrir hasta que el remitente de dicha carta tocará a nuestra puerta y se plantara en nuestra sala hasta que hubiera aceptado su propuesta.    

[ahorita-blog1]

Do not test me, intruder...

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sparrow.”

The nickname was drawn out, every last bit of dirt she had on him laced in the single word. Oh, she had no intention of testing him … rather she just wanted to talk. 

“I’m just here to sightsee.”

[ahorita-blog1]

Boop!

“Hey now, that’s my line, cabrón.”

[ahorita-blog1]

tag set.