#( ft. alejandra. )

[ruinedsoulsrp]

starter for /@ssvperboyfeaturing Lucas and Alejandra

Lucas didn't mind volunteering to help at these types of events when the fire station hosted them. Toy drives, Non-Perishable food drives, they were important. More than once he'd answered the door at one of his foster homes to a social worker with a box of items that had been derived from drives just like the one he was at now. Hell, he himself had already brought in four boxes of food this morning at the beginning of his shift.

He was standing at the table just looking around when he noticed a woman who seemed dangerously close to dropping the box she was carrying. Luke came out from behind the table and closed the distance, and normally he would've asked if she wanted or needed help first, but there wasn't much time as just as he arrived the box was slipping and he bent down to grab the edges, easily lifting it out of her slipped grasp. "Here we go," he said with a small chuckle, offering her a smile as he looked over the top of the box. "Let me help you with this," he offered, gesturing to the table with his head where he'd just been standing. He walked over with her and set the box down, turning to offer the woman a proper introduction. Extending his hand he offered another smile as he noticed just how pretty she was. "I'm Luke." he greeted, his Southern drawl evident in his words.

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @fearhidden​​. 

𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 hometown after being gone for over six months was strange, to say the least. alex, of course, had been welcomed back by her mother with open arms — questions about her whereabouts and why’d she left in the first place were quickly dropped when she saw the look on her face and she was grateful she didn’t have to make up another lie as to what had happened. she wanted to move on, to be the girl that she was before leaving and she would do everything in her power to do so. over a week had passed since her arrival and the one person she so badly wanted to see was also the one she was trying to avoid. she hadn’t seen shep since the morning after they had slept together, right before he left to go out of town for a few weeks due to an emergency. before leaving, they had promised to talk about everything when he got back but circumstances ( like two little pink lines ) had gotten in the way of that. there hadn’t been a day since they’d been apart that she hadn’t missed him, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to be brave enough to pick up the phone and contact him. so, she put all her attention into moving into her new apartment instead. it was a small two-bedroom unit downtown that had been available when she came back home and that she’s spent the last few days unpacking in. her daughter’s nursery items and other memorabilia were stuffed into two boxes and hidden away from sight in the back of the closet. she hopes one day she’ll be able to look through them without crying her eyes out. for now, though, the only thing left to do was to put away all the books in the large bookshelf located in her office and she would be finally done. she’s just in the middle of pulling open one of the moving boxes when she hears a knock at her door, a confused frown taking over her features. her mother was the only person who knew where she was, so alex assumes that the woman was coming over to help her unpack. walking over to her front door, she turns the knob and starts to pull it open,  ❝ mom, i told you i didn’t need any--- ❞ she stops short when her gaze finally takes in the person in front of her, eyes widening at shep’s surprise appearance. so many emotions pass through her as they stared at one another for a few moments, and she’s terrified that everything she’s gone through the last few months was written all over her face. while she didn’t look any different from the outside, the inside was another story. ❝ hey, ❞ she greets carefully, half expecting for the male to start yelling at her for completely disappearing and cutting him off with no explanation for the last six months. she didn’t blame him if he did. she knows she deserves it. ❝ sorry -- um, come in. please. ❞ she moves aside, gesturing for him to enter her apartment.   

[sgrspiced-a]

( @gadflies )

PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

[willowswriting]

for @gcldenhcurs continued from here.

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't." Lucian admitted. He knew that his words held no real weight. If she hadn't showed up than she wouldn't have cared if he blamed her or not and since she had shown up there was no use in telling her that he wouldn't have. He ran his fingers through his hair just eyeing her for a moment. It was strange seeing her like this. It had been so long and if their paths did cross again one day this was the last place that he would have wanted it to be.

Lucian felt like a child who had just been picked up from the principles office the moment the two were sat in the women's car in silence. In fact Alejandra held the same exact expression that his mother had all those years ago. Then she asked the question, what exactly had he done to wind up in the holding cell at the police station. "Had a few to many drinks, completely misread a situation and wound up throwing some poor guy through the window." He spoked, keeping his eyes trained out the window so that he didn't have to see the disappointment in her eyes. "He didn't press charged though... they were only holding me because I was over the legal limit." he muttered.

[oliverxkelly]

Main Street Music || @alemamani

Oliver liked music in the same way he supposed lots of others did - it was something to enjoy but he lacked an understanding of the fundamentals. Far from an expert he'd reached out to Alessandra to see if she wanted to go record shopping, knowing that her taste would likely be far better than his. "I don't know." Head shook slightly as he muttered the words, more to himself than to his companion. After a moment he looked up, turning the albums out towards Ale as he posed his question, tone light and almost joking. "Which one of these seems more like 'the perfect soundtrack for dinner that'll encourage a four-year-old to get sleepy'? It's this one, right?" As he moved one of them forward a grin took over his features, only for it to fade slightly as he flipped them both back so he could look at them once more. "I'm this close to just putting rain noises on but I figured I could try him with something more instrumental first. Maybe get him interested in music, I don't know." He trailed off in an attempt to ward off the rising feeling that he wasn't doing enough for Noah. What had started as a joke quickly led to him becoming overwhelmed when it came to his incessant worry that he was doing right by his nephew. Unwilling to let himself sit in discomfort too long when the last thing he wanted was to make Ale feel as though she needed to comfort him, he was quick to move the subject on. "See anything you like?"

[hernando-valdez]

Don't Call My Name || A Chase & Nando Production

ft. @chasemmccoy

tldr: Alejandra ded trigger warnings: death, blood, depictions of violence including guns

Although Hernando and Chase had been planning this for months, Hernando still felt the weight of it all as they sat on the boat, zooming through open waters into Amsterdam canals. He was grateful that the boat was at least bigger than the plane they had been crammed into for hours. It wasn’t like they could exactly fly coach so their best option had been a sympathetic bombardeo who was willing to fly them for a price. If shit wasn’t about to get so serious he might have actually laughed about it. Like the two of them were in some buddy movie, encountering as many obstacles as possible along the way. That’s what the recent months had felt like. He had left town so quickly, there was a foolish part of his brain that thought he could solve this all quickly. But the reality was that he couldn’t get revenge in 24 hours. It just didn’t work that way. 

Especially when the person he was looking for was so damn good at not being found. She had made a true art of it and Hernando had spent countless days trying to figure it out. He and Chase had followed up on so many leads that at one point it just felt like they were moving in circles. At least Chase was still in town but Nando had been staying for so long at his safehouse, he was starting to believe that he’d never get home again. He still hadn’t fully figured out how the fuck he was going to casually blend back into Tonopah Valley society. It wasn’t like he could exactly just fix the shop up and keep on going. 

But all of these thoughts started to fall from his mind as he looked at his phone and saw they were getting closer to their destination. He took a deep breath and looked through his bag a few more times to make sure he had everything with him. “You know, if we do this shit, we might actually be able to get a drink in this fucking city before cutting out. I think Lyla would be pissed if I didn’t come back with a souvenir,” he said with a laugh but it felt like the truth. As the boat slowed to a stop, Hernando glanced at Chase. 

They were under a tunnel now, entering the building from underneath tunnels. Something that seemed almost too convenient but he was sure this was the same way Alejandra came through whenever she really didn’t want to be seen. Which was probably always. “You ready for this, hermano?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be considerin’ all the unknown variables.” Chase replied as he ensured he had all of his weapons strapped to his person. He finally met Hernando’s gaze, lips quirking into a smirk. “Been waitin’ for this a long time. Catch.”

He tossed a pair of tactical goggles over towards him before securing the balaclava around the bottom half of his face. One of the only advantages of his new work with The Enterprise was the access to more advanced tech, and he’d made sure to grab a few pieces before they’d left. The goggles could toggle between night vision and thermal, and assuming Alejandra did everything in her power to put as many obstacles between her and them, they could come in handy to minimize casualties.

Chase hadn’t been surprised when they realized she’d holed herself up on the top level of the night club. One of the best ways to hide was in plain sight, and how were these revelers to know that they were providing safe harbor to a heartless harpy?

“No shit, damn, Jack Reacher ain’t got shit on us,” Nando joked as he hung the goggles around his neck before getting out of the boat and sliding the driver their payment. He waited until the guy drove out before moving with Chase to the door. He looked around out of precaution, especially for cameras as he accessed the lock on the door. It had been a long time since Nando had done something so undercover and though there was a little rust, he was remembering just how much experience he had. And how prepared he was for this exact moment. 

“Bingo, bango, baby,” he muttered as the door beeped and opened. “No going back,” he said more to himself as they stepped inside of the ground floor, clearly a storage of all things forgotten. Hernando figured it was a way to make this place seem like there wasn’t much going on. He moved slowly, one of his guns already drawn as they moved along. Everything was still too quiet for his liking but as they ascended the stairs, the loud music from the club could be heard through the walls. Hernando was about to turn the corner up the next set of steps when he heard a voice and paused, motioning at Chase to stop. 

He glanced upwards and saw two of Alejandra’s men making their way down the stairs, both of them taking out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. “Terrible time for a smoke break,” he muttered before signaling to Chase that he would take the one on the right. As they stepped down, he stepped up, smiling behind his face covering. “You know, they say those things will kill you,” he told him, flicking the pack up into his guy’s face before burying the muzzle of his gun into the guy’s stomach and firing off four times before letting him fall down the stairs. He waited for Chase to take care of the second guy before they started up the next set of stairs and finally made it to the club level. It would be elevators from there on out and according to the floor plan, the only way up was through. 

“Let’s get this party started,” Hernando said before inching the door of the club open. “After you,” he told Chase and waited for him to lead them through. “Try not to get too distracted, I know how much you love to dance.”

“Wanna tie a rope to each other so we don’t get lost?” he joked back over the music, chuckling as he stepped out onto the floor. The heavy bass rattled the floor beneath their feet and he made sure to keep the safety on his gun as they maneuvered through the crowd. The last thing they needed was for someone to grind into one of them and be met with a bullet in the leg.

The place was packed and he half wondered if they’d manage to make it to the elevators undetected, but it didn’t take long before people took notice of their tactical gear, giving them a wide berth and drawing the attention of the security guards posted up around the perimeter.

“Got company. Your four and six,” Chase spoke into their comms, flicking the safety off his pistol. He aimed, pointing the end of the silencer in the direction of the guards approaching on the left and shot two rounds into each, one after the other. Out of the corner of his vision through the goggles he noticed the other guards go down as Nando’s shots hit true, and suddenly the sound of screams from those around the fallen bodies rose above the music.

Chaos erupted on the dance floor, club-goers shoving one another in an attempt to reach the exits first. More guards filtered out of the elevator coming from the upper levels, guns at the ready, and the pair switched into autodrive. Bodies littered the floor by the time they’d reached the waiting elevator. Alejandra was no doubt aware of their arrival by now.

The doors closed and the elevator rose up towards the top floor. Chase inspected the wound on his shoulder, a knife having found purchase before he’d had a chance to slit the ambushing guard’s throat. “This is it.” He looked over to Nando meaningfully. “Whatever happens, it’s been an honor kickin’ ass with you.”

There had been a version of this plan where they were going to go in quietly but they had collectively decided that wouldn’t last very long. Which was evident to how quickly all hell broke loose. But it was the exact reason why Chase was the only person Hernando would do this with. It was clear in the in sync way they moved, that even with the cuts and eventual bruises, they had one goal and that was to survive long enough to accomplish what they had come here for. 

“You know, these people should be grateful, that DJ was shit,” Hernando joked, catching his breath as he wiped some blood from his cheek. He reloaded his gun, glancing over at Chase with a grin. “That makes two of us, man. Let’s do what we came here to do.” He met his eyes for a moment longer and nodded. No matter what happened on the other side of the door, they weren’t going to go down without Alejandra going down with them. 

The floor numbers went up and up and Nando gripped his gun tightly, ignoring the bits of blood on him or the way his knee ached from someone trying to kick his knees out from under him. He definitely wasn’t some young kid anymore but he had enough. It had to be enough. 

The elevator doors opened and Nando was the first one out, shooting the first guy he saw in the head, another army of bodyguards charging towards them. Hernando opened fire without hesitation before ducking behind a pillar for cover. He told Chase to hold up and grabbed one of the smoke grenades from his belt, sliding his goggles back on before he threw it out in front of them. On his count, they both charged forward. Hernando tackled one guy before shooting him, fighting another in hand to hand combat before he won the battle. Not without a cut to his side but it didn’t stop him from moving forward. There was no stopping until he and Chase stood at the final door, dripping sweat and blood. 

And then, there she was. As they entered the last room and she sat calmly behind her desk, her hands already on her gun as she looked at both of them. It hit Hernando then, just how long it had been since he had seen her in person. How much time stretched between them now. He saw no semblance of the woman he had once loved deeply. Once believed in. Once had followed blindly. 

“Qué sorpresa. Te tomó bastante tiempo.” She spoke first and Hernando almost faltered as he held his gun up and started to inch forward. 

“Yo podría decir lo mismo.” He responded. He had been sure that she was going to find him first and take him out. It had felt so certain and yet he had come to realize that maybe she had underestimated him. Or maybe she thought she could still convince him to stay loyal. 

The rest of it happened so fast, Hernando wasn’t sure he could even parse out the details yet. She reached for her gun and shot at both of them, catching Chase in the shoulder and causing him to stumble backward. In the next moment, Hernando caught her right on her hand. Quite literally shooting the gun out of her hand as he descended on her.

“You okay?!” He called back to Chase as he put one hand around Alejandra’s neck and put the tip of his gun to her forehead.

“Fuck!” Chase cursed, hand shooting to his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood spilling down his arm. “Yeah, I’m good. Her aim’s as shitty as the people she sent to off me.” 

Hernando locked his gaze with Alejandra’s, grip tight on her throat. His adrenaline was rushing as he looked her in the eyes, he was actually surprised at how he felt nothing. At how her actions had broken him so deeply. 

She didn’t plead with him, only told him how much of a coward his father had been, how much of a coward he was. How all the men who had come before him were cowards. How without her things would crumble. Ho-

Hernando didn’t wait to hear much more before he pulled the trigger and put a bullet between her eyes. There was no time for delaying, not time for eulogies or apologies, especially as they heard the ding of the elevator and a whole new group of people spilled out in hopes of catching them.

Chase wished he’d had a little longer to revel in this moment, to relish in the knowledge that Alejandra Eguia would never again terrorize their lives. Unfortunately, the bullet zipping past his already injured shoulder and embedding in the wall behind him was a clear sign that wasn’t an option.

“Time to fly,” he called to Nando, shooting out the glass from the window before running and swan diving through it into the canal below. Chase heard the muffled sound of Nando splashing into the water beside him followed by shots shot from above. He slipped the mini tank of oxygen from his gear and slipped the breathing apparatus into his mouth, motioning for Nando to do the same. Though the tanks were small enough to be portable, they provided enough oxygen to keep them under for a few minutes until they reached their getaway.

The boat’s driver helped haul them both over the edge and Chase sprawled out on the floor as it took off and put as much distance between them and the club as possible, his chest rising and falling as he gulped down air. He looked to Nando, a smirk taking over his face. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.”

[hlfling]

↪    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  : like the post following this link.    currently accepting, expect slow to post.

ft, rhys dumont ! as written for @angeldored's : alejandra flores

EVEN UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKEST SKIES, rhys can find the path ahead ! the way forward was never hidden from him —  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 like one reads a map and find his way back home ... only now under stalagmites dripping with condensation, he can see no sky, and he can see no north star to guide them true.

" ale ... " the teen bares 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 in his tone, holding out a palm to collect the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, it's moisture slipping between the cracks of his fingers and to the ground below. for once, rhys dumont is lost, and is so beneath the earths crust.

[piloncillos]

Tan Sólo Tú (Live), Franco De Vita ft. Alejandra Guzmán.

[archivomusicalrumberos1]

Alejandra Guzmán - Hacer El Amor Con Otro ft. Moderatto

[lovehypegirl]

ÁNGEL KATAOKA

THEME SONG: PERSUASIVE - DOECHII (FT. SZA)

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: ÁNGEL KATAOKA

AGE: 17

BIRTHDAY: JUNE 15

ZODIAC: GEMINI

HEIGHT: 172cm (5'8")

AFFILIATION: NEW YORK CITY MAVERICKS (GIRLS BASEBALL TEAM)

POSITION: STARTING PITCHER (JERSEY NUMBER 1)

RELATIONSHIPS: KATAOKA TESSHIN (FATHER), ALEJANDRA KATAOKA (MOTHER), MARIA KATAOKA (YOUNGER SISTER), KYO YAMAZAKI (BOYFRIEND)

NATIONALITY: COLOMBIAN + JAPANESE

INTERESTS

Neo Soul and Jazz

Baseball

Her boyfriend

Pinterest

The city

Shopping

Record players and vinyl

Sunsets

Music

APPEARANCE

Sharp dark eyes usually with a dark eyeliner in the waterline

Thin-ish eyebrows neatly shaped (she like her eyebrows)

Light-ish skin tone (she does tend to tan easily)

Plump lips usually wearing tinted lipgloss

Wavy brown hair that fluffs up easily in the humidity

Sometimes wears hoop earrings but not often

(From Pinterest)

MARIA KATAOKA

(From Pinterest)

AGE: 15

BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 28

ZODIAC: VIRGO

HEIGHT: 167 (5'6")

RELATIONSHIPS: KATAOKA TESSHIN (FATHER), ALEJANDRA KATAOKA (MOTHER), ÁNGEL KATAOKA (OLDER SISTER)

NATIONALITY: COLOMBIAN + JAPANESE

ÁNGEL BACKGROUND

Born in Tokyo, Japan, Ángel (pronounced an-hel) moved away with her mother after her parents split up when she was 2.

The first language she spoke was Japanese and then she learned Spanish alongside English.

Her sister was born shortly after her parents split up (Alejandra found out she was pregnant before the divorce)

She lives in New York City (Midtown Manhattan)

She attends a public school

Her boyfriend is Kyo Yamazaki

People call her Ángel or Angel (They mean the same thing)

During her school breaks (Christmas, winter, spring ect) she goes to Japan to visit her dad with Maria

Kataoka Tesshin does know a little Spanish (from his time with Alejandra) but he speaks Japanese with Ángel and Maria

He was the one who inspired her to play baseball as a pitcher

Her father gave up custody of the girls because baseball took over most of his life and he felt like he couldn't give the girls all the attention they deserve

Maria attends Aviation High School in Long Island City and Ángel attends the Manhattan Village Academy

She was scouted by the Mavericks in her Sophomore year and she's held the position of starting pitcher since them

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔��𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[zouljazz]

Evvnt Sport Events - Alejandra Artiel: Andalucía Big Band ft. Salvador Sobral

[bogotamusicvideofestival]

// Bogotá Music Video Festival 2023 // Selección Oficial // Panorama Nacional //

Alejandro Sanz Ft. Danny Ocean - Correcaminos (Paloma Valencia) Andrés Montero - Gózala (Andrés Felipe Acosta Castañeda) Andrés SZ - Under freestyle #1: Bogotá (Sofía Perez Cardona, Santiago Velásquez) Bumayé - Abono (Lina Rivera) Cacao Munch &.Lion Reggae - Quise (Jorge Andrés Chaparro) Dela Macías - Poco Convencional (Dela Macías) Dirty Honey - Won’t Take Me Alive (George Gallardo Kattah) El Señor Del Funk Ft. Shabby Fondoblanco - Atención (Christian Diaz Navarro, Álvaro Vargas) Greeicy - Yeliana Capítulo 2 (I Try For You | Química) (Paloma Valencia) Greeicy Ft. Danny Ocean - Yeliana Capítulo 3 (Zha) (Paloma Valencia) Jaker Mate - Alien nation (Annihilation) (Jaker Mate) Jarabe y Fanta - Fufu (Hugo Rubiano) J.S.G - Cuando Dije Adiós (Santiago Muñoz) La Repvblica - Primavera (Juan Moya) Loboguerrero - Caramelo (Juan Sebastián Prada) Los Daddy Issues - Temo Todo (Las Alegrías) Maan Osgo - Run Away Together (Lina Rivera) Manuel Turizo - La Bachata (Alternate video) (Ronny Xavier) Melissa Láhur - Bebo X Ti (Julio César Montoya) Monarca - Híbrido (Santiago Merchán) Mustang Colorado - Ícaro (Carlos Galván Luiz) Nicolai Fella Tickete$ (Hugo Rubiano) Pavlo - Dinamita (Gabriela Gonella, Mariana Cabanzo, Sara Bran) Perrokósmiko - Batallas (Diego Díaz, Mauricio Moreno) SeanBeatz - Fragmentos (Alejandra Teatín) Sir Yellow Trip - Lalala (Johana Parra) TIMØ Ft. Bacilos - Salvavidas (Hugo Rubiano) Una Espeletia - Deshorarios (María Camila Marín Franco) Vínculos Cuarteto de Bandolas - Reflejos (Diario Sonoro Latinoamericano)

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @jawbrkrs!

𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 hometown after being gone for over six months was strange, to say the least. alex, of course, had been welcomed back by her parents with open arms — questions about her whereabouts and why’d she left in the first place were quickly dropped when they saw the look on her face and she was grateful she didn’t have to make up another lie as to what had happened. she wanted to move on, to be the girl that she was before leaving and she would do everything in her power to do so. over a week had passed since her arrival and the one person she so badly wanted to see was also the one she was trying to avoid but of course, she couldn’t hide forever. she knows it’s hendrix the second he sits down next to her at the bar, the familiar scent of his aftershave and cologne filling her nose. she tenses up immediately, not at all ready to speak to him after what she’s lost – what they’d lost – but knows it’s unavoidable. this is what she needed to do to get back into her old life. so, with a small smile, she turns to the side to look at him, her heart aching but familiar butterflies still making her stomach flutter. ❝ i figured you’d find me eventually,❞ she starts softly, taking a sip from her beer before meeting his gaze. he could probably see right through her nonchalant attitude but she tries to tell herself that the hurt that she’d been experiencing the last couple of weeks wasn’t all over her face. that she was the same alex he’d known for years.  ❝ how are you? ❞  she asks casually, knows right away that acting so relaxed after her sudden disappearance wasn’t how she should go about their reunion because she was sure that her best friend had an opinion on the matter. she wouldn’t blame him if he did; after all, she was the asshole who skipped town for months without telling anyone where she was going.  ❝ did i miss anything important when i was gone? ❞ she clears her throat, breaking their locked orbs to stare at the bottle up on the bar. god, she was such a coward. 

[cinocefalo]

Visual trance

Alejandra Olson ft. Carlos Ramírez Kobra

*

bajo la lluvia

las palabras se ahogan

                        disimulan la tristeza

en esas mañanas sin costura

      pensamientos espirales

atan al nido derrumbado

por naftalina

  cada

g

  o

t

  a

 es una tílde

           que no se rompe

resuena en el tímpano

                                    levanta evocación

 espiral de un día con voces

absorbiendo el tálamo

                        cruje el suelo

no se abre para salir

al multiverso

 *

agujero negro

                      estrella inversa

implosión de materia

pensamos en multiversos

arrastrando las mismas preguntas

                                                    ¿cuándo inició el tiempo?

 acaso transcurría en la oscuridad

o todo se desata con la luz

 ¿lo primero que existió

es energía?

 y con ello

               ¿también el tiempo?

 la maleta se abre

surgen interrogantes

                             en nueva realidad

con cubierta del cráneo

abierta de par en par

         y en vereda artería

surcan signos

respuestas

         o poesía

intentando descender

a vuelapluma

 *

¿qué somos en este espacio?

 puntos de luz

de amplio espectro

                                 los sueños de las luciérnagas

      al iluminar la noche

                 huevos de hormiga

tratando de sobrevivir

                      ser lo que se pueda

sin interrumpir

la pulsión del ser

átomos giran con lenguajes

encontrados en armonía infinita

                                    las nubes de sueño vuelan

bajo y a largas distancias

                                                          entre ellas

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Visual Trance es ese momento en que los sentidos se conectan con descargas intensas entre palabra escrita, color e imagen. Invitan los collages, los caligramas a entrar en el centro del trance y dejarse llevar con toda la magia e imaginación de la que es capaz el pensamiento humano y la respuesta tecnológica de un bot, o Inteligencia Artificial generadora de contenidos visuales. Así, Visual Trance es infinito de posibilidades, una puerta que se abrió para desatar la locura de las inteligencias. Un proyecto de literatura electrónica con contenido hecho para redes sociales, aprovechando las características y posibilidades programáticas de cada una, y a la vez un libro arte objeto con imágenes y textos en expansión, desbordando los límites del objeto libro.

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Alejandra Olson. Poeta, narradora, artista visual y plástica (CDMX). Ha publicado Blackout (2019, Periferia de Escribidores Forasteros), Del amor líquido en los paréntesis (probables) del Fabuloso Fred (2020, Ediciones El Humo). Cu29 (2020, YouTube), Bucle (2021, Niño Down Editorial)

Carlos Ramírez Kobra. Poeta, publicista y gestor cultural, (Neza, MX) es coordinador de la Plataforma PLACA en México, Ha publicado  Own Dream Code (Editorial Ultramarina C&D 2020) el poemario transmedia dios un pixel (Centro Cultural Digital 2022), Cyber_BardX (2023)

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TFI: Porfolio del Seminario de Medios

Fecha de entrega: 04/03/2023

UTN- INSPT – PDS Abril 2022 Grupo A

Integrantes: (apellido y nombres)

Avelardes, Marcela Alejandra

Baleiron, María Angélica

Benítez, Pedro

Flores, Noelia Erika

Hael, María Virginia

Lupi, Luciano

Foto, texto explicativo y ensayo

Enlace:  https://issuu.com/132020ma/docs/portfolio_a_presentar

1.TP1: El dossier

Enlace: https://issuu.com/132020ma/docs/la_violencia_de_g_nero_se_erradicar_alguna_vez

2. TP2: El programa de radio 

Enlace:  https://soundcloud.com/maria-angelica-baleiron/vivir-quintana-cancion-sin-miedo-ft-el-palomar?si=f50cd3bd9b8e4626af9ad173a7faab07&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

3. TP 3: El video

 Enlace: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=693NSWOoUtQ

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✉ →  ale ♡

(sms): You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine

patrick: mmmm mándame una foto para ver si te queda mejor que a mí y te la regalo ;)