#Y AUNQUE LA VIDA ME CUESTE LLORONA ????

[spaceoutdreamer]

[tiremascriancasdasala]

Depedro - Llorona feat. Fuel Fandango (Videoclip Oficial)

“Y aunque la vida me cueste Llorona, no dejare de quererte.”

[ich-bin-kein-polux]

 Ay.. de mí, llorona. Llorona de azul celeste. Ay de mí llorona. Llorona de azul celeste. Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona. No dejaré de

No dejaré de quererte. No dejaré de quererte. Me subí al pino más alto, llorona. A ver si te divisaba

[dragoneyes618]

Imelda sings a verse from “La Llorona” when onstage, to Héctor.

Part of it goes:

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona

No dejaré de quererte

Which translates as:

“And even if it costs my life, weeping woman

I won’t stop loving you.”

But it wasn’t loving that cost Imelda her life...

It cost Héctor his life.

It cost his life, but Héctor  never stopped loving Imelda or Coco.

He wanted to go home. Why did he want to go home? To see his wife and daughter. And Ernesto killed him for it.

[demondesatan]

"Lucia as Catrina"

Los purépechas consideraban a la Monarca el alma de los muertos. Cada año, durante los meses de octubre y noviembre, comienza en México el arribo de la mariposa Monarca coincidiendo con la celebración del Día de Muertos. Según las leyendas mazahuas, se cree que son las almas de nuestros seres queridos que han fallecido y se encuentran visitándonos para disfrutar de las ofrendas que con mucho cariño les colocamos durante estos días.

La Catrina, originalmente llamada La Calavera Garbancera,​ es una figura creada por José Guadalupe Posada y bautizada por el muralista Diego Rivera. La historia de La Catrina empieza durante los gobiernos de Benito Juárez, Sebastián Lerdo de Tejada y Porfirio Díaz. En estos periodos se empezaron a popularizar textos escritos por la clase media que criticaban tanto la situación general del país como la de las clases privilegiadas. Los escritos, redactados de manera burlona y acompañados de dibujos de cráneos y esqueletos, empezaron a reproducirse en los periódicos llamados de combate. Estas eran calaveras vestidas con ropas de gala, bebiendo pulque, montadas a caballo, en fiestas de la alta sociedad o de un barrio. Todas para retratar la miseria, los errores políticos, la hipocresía de una sociedad, como es el caso de “La Catrina”. La palabra "catrín" definía a un hombre elegante y bien vestido, acompañado de alguna dama con las mismas características; este estilo fue una imagen clásica de la aristocracia mexicana de fines del siglo xix y principios del XX. Es por ello que, al darle una vestimenta de ese tipo, Diego Rivera convirtió en su obra a “La Calavera Garbancera” en “La Catrina” diseñada en Aguascalientes. Hoy en día, la Catrina, siendo una invención popular, se ha vuelto un artefacto popular y ha salido de los límites del lienzo o el grabado para ser parte de la cultura viva mexicana, de sus usos y costumbres. Parte de “lo mexicano” y de su posición frente a la muerte. Se la observa, se la acerca, se la hace parte de su entorno, de su arte y es una artesanía que simboliza el mestizaje. Se ha vuelto artesanía que resalta la riqueza formal y espiritual del país. Feliz dia de muertos 🦋

Lucia🦋: Ay, de mi llorona Llorona de azul celeste Ay de mi llorona Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona No dejaré de quererte No dejaré de quererte

Me subí al pino más alto llorona A ver si te divisaba Me subí al pino más alto llorona A ver si te divisaba

Como el pino era tierno llorona Al verme llorar, lloraba Como el pino era tierno llorona Al verme llorar, lloraba

La pena y la que no es pena llorona Todo es pena para mi La pena y la que no es pena llorona Todo es pena para mi

Ayer lloraba por verte llorona Hoy lloro por que te vi Ayer lloraba por verte llorona Hoy lloro por que te vi

Ay de mi llorona, llorona Llorona de azul celeste Lucia and Modeus🦋💀: Ay de mi llorona, llorona Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona No dejaré de quererte Modeus💀: Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte No dejaré de quererte

[astralfist]

♪Ay, de mí, llorona Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte~♪

[lowcallyfruity]

AYYYYYYYYYYYYY

De mi llorona…

Llorona..de azul celeste

Ay de mi llorona

Llorona de azul celeste.

Y AUNQUE LA VIDA ME CUESTE LLORONA

NO DEJARE DE QUERERTE !!!!!

[toonjazzy]

“Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona…No Dejaré de quererte…”

I love songs about La Llorona. This is def my favorite song from Coco

[indoraptorgirlwind]

ANT-MAN COCO AU PART 6

After Cosmo, Ant-thony appeared too, roaring. Peter laughed by the water drops falling on his head, and on Ant-thony's back was a relieved Hope. Scott awkardly looked at her

"Hope!" He chuckled

"Scott..." she said, still resent to him.

On the way, Peter congrated Cosmo for being a good dog, because she knew Scott was his relative. Suddenly, Cosmo's skin began coloring, and she sprouted wings. Cosmo was now an alebrije, which amazed Peter.

When Hope's ant alebrije landed on a roof, they reunited with the rest of the family. They were all too relieved to see Peter, hugging him and reassuring him. Hope then turned to look at Scott, with anger

"And you...I leave him alone with you and i have to rescue him from a pit!" Peter then stood between Hope and Scott

"It's not his fault. He was trying to help me, and i didn't want to listen. But he has right" Peter gazed at Scott "nothing's more important than family. We have to go back to Cross. To get Scott's photo back so he can see Cassie again!"

"He abandoned his own family!" Hope yelled

"He tried to go back with you and Cassie, but Cross poisoned him!" Peter said, and Hope just stared at Scott

"It's true, Hope..." he whined.

Hope didn't want to believe it. She wanted to cry, but she wasn't going to do it, not in front of that man

"And so what if it's true? You leave me alone with a child to raise and i'm just supposed to forgive you?" "Hope, i-" but before Scott could finish his sentence, his bones glowed again, worrying Peter who helped him stand up.

"She's forgetting you..." Hope gasped

"You don't have to forgive him" Peter said "but we shouldn't forget him! This time i'm ready to receive your blessing. And your conditions"

Hope just sighed "I tried to forget you. I tried to make Cassie forget you too but-"

"This is my fault, not yours" Scott stopped her "i'm sorry Hope"

Hope was silent, but she made a choice

"I... can't forgive you..." she said, and Scott just nodded saddly

"but i'll help you. How do we get to Cross?" She asked Peter, and he just smiled

"I think i know how..."

At Cross' sunrise show, the crowd was cheering and when it was Ramonda's part, she was told about Cross and decided to help the family, getting them to disguise as her, and get to Cross. When they finally made it backstage, they took their disguises off. The ran with Hope on the front, only to bump in front of Cross. The rest of the familty hiding behind the other side of the wall, protected by Scott.

Hope wasn't in the mood, so she grabbed her shoe and hit Cross, spinning his head.

"That's for murdering the love of my life!" She yelled

"Who?"

"She's talking about me!" Scott suddenly appeared "i'm the love of your life?" He softened with Hope

"I don't know what i said!" She snapped

"Scott? What the?" Cross was angry, only to get smacked again by Hope's shoe

"And that's for trying to murder my great-great-grandson!"

"Grandson?" Cross madly asked

"She's talking about me!" Peter proudly said

"How did you-" but Peter interrupted Cross, when he spot Scott's photo

"The photo!" He pointed, making the rest of the family come out, decided to fight against Darren. The bastard just laughed nervously and ran, calling his guards.

The guards were no match for the family. Harley pouncing against them, Wanda and Pietro using the bones from their own arms to use them as weapons, and Cosmo flying up to chew on a guard. However, when Hope got the photo, she stood on an elevator, which took her to the scenary.

She was legit scared, and the public was waiting for her to do something. She then picked the microphone. Cross' guards aproaching her. She approached the microphone, and started singing.

"Ay...de mi llorona

Llorona de azul celeste...

Ay de mi llorona, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste...

Y aunque la vida me cueste, llorona (Hope smiles at Scott and Peter, both of them smile back)

No dejare de quererte, no dejare de quererte!

Me subi al pino mas alto llorona

A ver si te divisaba

Como el pino era tierno, llorona

Al verme llorar lloraba"

When Hope was about to get to Scott and Peter, Cross grabbed her by the arm trying to steal the photo but singing along to not get exposed

"Ay de mi llorona, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona

No dejare de quererte

No dejare de querete!"

"Ay ay ay!" Cross showed off, pissing off Hope, who step on his foot, making him scream in pain, giving her the time to escape.

[heartsunholy-a]

I.melda R.ivera tag drop

[iloveyoufor800years]

coco kinda soulless but i haven’t stopped singing la llorona so i can’t say too much about it

[caramellahoney]

Mexican reader singing La Llorona and Camilo playing around with her? 👀👀👀

“she sings like a nightingale.”

pairings: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! Reader

genre: PURE FLUFF!

warning/s: Camilo falls to the ground lmaoo

a/n <3: I'm still editing the other requests so have this for a bit ^^ Reader is implied to be Mexican but you can pretend she's another ethnicity!

Masterlist

"My primo Camilo won't stop until he makes you smile today!"

"Mirabel!" The girl yelps and starts to run away, her mind scrambling to come up with random lyrics on the spot. Anything to get these kids off her trail. She spots you in the distance and grins, Mirabel grabs Camilo's wrist and starts running towards you.

"This is Y/N! She has a voice like a nightingale. She's Camilo's angel!" Mirabel sung and pushed Camilo into you. You gasped, nearly falling over but Camilo caught you. He smirked and pulled you into a dance with him. You laugh and rhythmically twisted and twirled around, as kids started to crowd around you two.

Now that all the attention was focused on you and Camilo, Mirabel silently slipped away-running back to casita. She grins at you apologetically, giving you a thumbs up. You roll your eyes at her, poor girl needed a break anyways. Both of you continue dancing and start to encourage the children to dance along with you.

"Hey! Hey! Why don't you sing?" A girl pipes up, smiling brightly at you. Everyone immediately stops dancing and turns to stare at you, waiting.

"Yeah! Mirabel said you had a voice like a nightingale! Whatever that means." A boy perks up, tugging at your long skirt. You pause and flush red, fanning your face. Camilo whistles lowly and grins, bumping your shoulder.

"He's right, hermosa."

"Ah well-I- Mirabel is just exaggerating! My voice isn't...that...good. Wait, don't cry please." You trail off as the kids start to frown, some of them getting teary-eyed. You sigh and run a hand through your hair, tapping your feet against the floor. You owe me for this Mirabel.

"Alright fine." The kids immediately drop the act and smiled brightly at you, these little devils. Camilo grabs a nearby tiple, fingers quickly strumming a familiar tune. Humming, you grab your skirt and sway it around, smiling lightly at the excited giggles of the children around you.

"Ay, de mí, llorona. Llorona de azul celeste" Your voice was soft as you sang the first few lines. Camilo's breath hitched, he's heard from people that you could sing well but he never actually heard you before. His fingers fumbled on the strings, accidentally playing the wrong tune. You turned to him with a confused gaze but he quickly collected himself and strummed the tiple again.

"Ay, de mí, llorona. Llorona de azul celeste..Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona." You sang louder this time, Camilo grew quiet as he silently admired your singing. You grabbed the side of your skirt, lifting it up so you wouldn't trip over it. You gently whirled around, your skirt floating up as you did so. Camilo watched you with an endearing gaze, a big giddy smile glued onto his face. Damn, you were his huh?

"No dejaré de quererte..No dejaré de quererte." You laughed lightly and started to belt the lyrics to your hearts content. The kids laughed and followed you as you danced around the village square. Camilo grinned and did a grito causing you to turn to him, amused. He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Me subí al pino más alto llorona. A ver si te divisaba." Camilo eventually dropped his tiple, running to your side. He would gladly watch you sing and dance all day but why not join in? You ceased your singing and rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a familiar dance.

You leaned back, placing your hands on your hips and shaking your shoulders as Camilo leaned into you. You two smiled and twirled around each other, forgetting that you still had a little audience watching you two. Camilo leaned close to your face, your lips brushing against each other.

"Kiss her!" A girl screamed, pushing Camilo's legs-making him fall over. He planked and landed face first on the ground. You gasped and pressed your hand against your mouth, stifling your laugh. Camilo groaned and pushed himself off the ground, holding his red face. The kids laughed at his pain but you quickly hushed them.

"Alright alright, that's enough for now! It's getting late!" The kids whined and begged you to continue but you just shooed them away. Once they were out of sight, you smiled sympathetically at Camilo.

"Are you ok?" You held his face in your hands, examining it to make sure he wasn't injured. You brushed the dirt off his cheeks away, fixing his messed up hair. Camilo sent you a cheesy smile, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

"Nope, but a kiss will make me feel better."

"Adios, Camilo. See you tomorrow, amor."

"Wait no-"

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[sirachaarts]

“Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona No dejaré de quererte No dejaré de quererte“

[medys-space]

Snatcher: *serenading to you*

🎶 Ay, de mí, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Ay, de mí, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste 🎶

🎶 Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte 🎶

🎶 Me subí al pino más alto llorona

A ver si te divisaba

Me subí al pino más alto llorona

A ver si te divisaba 🎶

🎶 Como el pino era tierno, llorona

Al verme llorar, lloraba

Como el pino era tierno, llorona

Al verme llorar, lloraba 🎶

🎶 La pena y la que no es pena llorona

Todo es pena para mí

La pena y la que no es pena llorona

Todo es pena para mí 🎶

🎶 Ayer lloraba por verte llorona

Hoy lloro porque te vi

Ayer lloraba por verte llorona

Hoy lloro porque te vi 🎶

🎶 Ay, de mí, llorona, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Ay, de mí, llorona, llorona

Llorona de azul celeste 🎶

🎶 Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona

No dejaré de quererte

Y aunque la vida me cueste llorona

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte 🎶

Asks that wake up my desire to sing

[dragoneyes618]

no dejaré de quererte

Héctor couldn't breathe.

It was strange, really. The need to breathe had been gone long ago, lost with his guitar, his songs, and his life as he collapsed on a deserted street in Mexico City. But the body did what was natural to it, out of habit. The dead breathed, though they did not need to.

Héctor gasped for air, and found none. His rib cage barely expanded to allow for the drawing of air. Everything hurt - a constant, dull pain. He had thought it would be more painful, and he was grateful that it wasn't.

"I'm sorry," he tried to say.

"Don't be," Imelda ordered him.

She was kneeling beside him, his hand held in hers. He squeezed her hand, very slightly - the only movement he had the strength to make. Her hand holding his was the only thing he could feel as the Final Death slowly but surely overcame him.

Golden light danced on his bones.

"I'm sorry." It was Imelda who spoke now. "I should have known something was wrong when you didn't come back. I should have believed-"

Héctor shook his head, though it was hard to do so and caused him pain. Stars danced in front of his eyes, like fireworks. He squinted as they subsided and squeezed her hand again, to get her to look at him. "Don't," he rasped. "Don't...be..."

Imelda almost smiled, despite the golden light flashing yet again, drawing Héctor one step closer to whatever came after death; he knew that look on her face, for all that it was only bones now.

"Miguel will tell his family about you," Imelda assured him. "He'll remind Coco. She'll remember you. Your time here isn't up yet, Héctor, you hear me? We need to talk properly-" Her voice broke.

Héctor didn't say that Miguel telling his family wouldn't accomplish anything, even if they believed him; none of them had known him in life. What Miguel knew of Héctor's life wouldn't be enough to sustain him in the Land of the Dead. And Coco's memory had been fading for years already; an old woman, his Coco had lived nearly a century, and her mind had frayed. Héctor had been able to feel it, every fragmented memory lost.

He couldn't have said any of that in any case. He no longer had the strength to speak.

But he was content. He had never been able to see Coco, true. But he had met her great-grandson, and knew that his Coco had lived well, and had a family, and Miguel had met him and declared he was proud to be related to him. And Imelda knew that he had never meant to abandon her. Coco would know too - either Miguel would tell her, or Imelda, when Coco arrived in the Land of the Dead. And Imelda was with him, holding his hand as the Final Death overtook him, speaking words of comfort. This was more than he had ever dared to hope for.

He closed his eyes, summoning up his last vestiges of strength to say something to his wife. Something to let her know how much he loved her, how much he still loved her, that he forgave her, that he had wanted her and Coco more than any music.

He opened his mouth, and what came out was a song, one that had once beat with his heart and danced in his blood, for it had been on Imelda's lips, her favorite song. The songs she loved, he loved as well; he knew them all by heart, could sing them without thinking. What she sang, he knew; so in tune to each other that he could play the melody as she sang even after nearly a century. Only a single verse, but it was enough.

"Y aunque la vida me cueste..."

And even if it costs my life...

Imelda's eyes widened. "Now, Héctor?" she asked. "A song? Really? After everything?"

"Sí," he whispered. Her eyes were wet. He had already caused her so much pain. "Llorona," he murmured, and Imelda half-sobbed, half-laughed.

She finished the verse, the words she had sung directly to him while facing an audience of hundreds less than an hour ago. "No dejaré de quererte." I will not stop loving you.

[that-one-queer-poc]

listen i hate de la cruz but y aunque la vida me cueste llorona no dejare de quererte no dejare de quererte nO DEJARE DE QUERERTEEEEEEEEE gose kinda hard