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Calasparra dévoile les cartels de sa Féria du Riz 2023, féria de novilladas !

L’empresa Chipé Production représentée par Pedro Pérez “Chicote” a dévoilé les cartels de la Féria du Riz 2023 de Calasparra. La célèbre féria de novilladas espagnole se déroulera du 3 au 8 septembre avec 6 novilladas. Grande variété d’encastes puisque puisque sur 6 novilladas, ont retrouve 5 encastes différents. Les novilleros Lalo de Maria, Clemente Jaume et Tristan Barroso seront les deux…

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Talks of adoption trauma, birth, anxiety. Little over 6k.

There was a weird energy around the apartment, it was hard for you to pinpoint exactly what it was. 

After the suspension from school and then removal and enrolment into the new school, you thought you’d be grounded. No tv, no iPad, no fun. But that wasn’t the case at all. Besides going shopping for a new school uniform, no one said anything about it. 

During Christmas dinner, your Abuela seemed to be stuck to you like glue. Whenever you went, she went. If you wanted a drink, she was up before you finished the sentence. Constantly filling your plate up with food to the point where you felt sick. When you finally got home, you asked your Mami about it. 

“Is abuela dying?” 

“Que? Why would you say that?” 

“She wouldn’t leave me alone. stuck to me like a baby.” At the word baby, both Olga and Alexia tensed. They were keeping a secret, a big secret that would change the way everything was. 

“I think she’s just sad you’re growing up. You used to be so little and cute.” Your Mami pinched your cheeks affectionately. 

“Maybe you should have another baby so she can annoy it.” The air in the room changed again, but you were either blissfully unaware or just didn’t care. 

“Right, it’s late, you should go to sleep. We have a busy few days!” Your Mami all but shoved you down the hallway. Turning back to Olga and waiting until the cost was clear, “this is going to be harder then I thought.” 

“we could just tell her amor. I think she’ll be happy.” 

“A few more days okay? We’ll go away, just the three of us, spend some quality time together and then we can tell her in the new year.” 

The break between Christmas and new year, have your family some much needed rest. La Molina ski resort was only two hours from Barcelona. It was far enough away to feel like a proper holiday but close enough that if needed, your family could return quickly. 

The hotel room was big enough to fit you, your Mami, abuela and tia alba if they were invited. There were two beds in your room, secretly deciding to sleep in both just because you could. 

Neither your Mami or Olga joined you for skiing, which wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, the last time you went to the snow, only Olga joined and she wasn’t very good so since then she has watched. Ice skating however, that’s something you’d do, the three of you, at the Christmas markets in Mollet, sometimes tia alba would join but she was even worse at ice skating then Olga was at skiing. 

You were sent to join the kids club for a few hours while Olga and your Mami relax, alexia insisted, stating it would be good for you to make new friends, as if you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the school year making new friends. 

Skiing was fun, freeing. You suppose it’s how your Mami nd mama feel when they play football or how Olga feels when she’s on a plane to a different city. You like skiing, more than you’ve ever liked football, but it was a winter sport and it’s didn’t usually snow cold to Barcelona so it’s just a holiday sport to you. 

For a few hours you were gone, Mami and Olga were relaxing, brain storming ideas on how to tell you the big news. Well, the two big events that were going to be happening. They decided that after lunch was the best time to do so. 

“Marquita, we need to talk to you about something.” It was Olga who spoke, wiping her hands on the paper towel. 

“Am I in trouble?”

“No Bebé! Not at all. We are moving.”

“What? Where?” 

“Sant Just Desvern. Into a house, one with more bedrooms, a backyard. Closer to your new school and to the Joan.” 

“Oh. Am I, am I coming too?” If alexia wasn’t so wrapped up in all the big changes that were about to happen she would’ve realised the extent of the question. 

“OF course you are Mari! You get first pick on what bedroom you want, and we will go shopping for however you want to decorate it.” 

It went silent after that. There was still  trauma and anxiety about what happened to you before alexia and Jenni adopted you. Sometimes, it would creep up. Usually you did a good job of communicating it, either with your Mami and mama or with Tia Maria or Alba, even abuela. But this felt too big, too scary. 

For the last eight years, that apartment had been your home. It’s where Alexia and Jenni bought you home too, it’s where Nala lived, where mama lived and now, now you were moving into a new house that Nala never lived in and Mama wouldn’t be. 

The next three days flew by, you do more skiing, ice skating, sledding, all alone. You didn’t know the reason behind your Mami not letting Olga join, you knew your Mami wouldn’t go ice skating but she did join the sledding. If either woman had slowed down they would’ve realised that you were pulling away. 

When you arrived back to Barcelona on New Year’s Eve, your Mami told you there would be another present for you to open with your abuela and tia. You were slightly confused, having already gotten everything on your Wishlist. So as you sat there on the couch, your abuela and tia next to you, Olga and your Mami in front with three boxes on your laps, you were still confused as to what it could be. 

You opened it when they said you could, inside the box it contained 3 things. A photo of an ultrasound (which you didn’t understand), a baby jersey with ‘Putellas 11’ on the back and a shirt that said ‘world’s best big sister’. But you completely missed the shirt. Your Mami had put the shirt in the box the wrong way around.

It took a moment for everything to understand and then the chaos unfolded. Abuela and tia alba were crying, hugging both Olga and your Mami while you just sat there. 

“Mariquita? Do you understand?” Your Mami asked as she sat in front of you. 

In your mind, the blob was cancer, the jersey was confusing though. “Olga has cancer? Why are we celebrating that? How will I be a big sister if Olga has-“ it clicked in your brain, the blob wasn’t cancer it was a baby, “oh. Not cancer, a baby.” 

“Yes a baby.” Your Mami chuckled, “we are having a baby and you’ll be a big sister.” 

“Cool.” You gave a thumbs up towards Olga, unsure of what else to do. 

“Cool? That’s it?” 

“What else am I meant to say? Good luck?” 

“Jeez ale, she really is your daughter.” Alba laughed, ruffling your hair. It was no secret alexia was awkward and it seems you truly inherited that trait. 

Both Olga and alexia sat down on the couch next to you, Eli snapping a photo of the three of you. Your mind was full of anxiety. Anxiety about moving house, about the new school and needing to make new friends but mostly about the baby. 

As you lay in bed, the clock on your bedside table illuminating 3.13am, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. The last time a baby was on the way was when you were in your last foster home, they were meant to adopt you, citing that they couldn’t have kids. Then they fell pregnant, cancelling the adoption and sending you back. You were only four then but it filled you with doubt. Would your Mami and Olga send you away too? Would you go to mamas or back into a foster home? 

Those thoughts consumed you for months. When you finally moved into the new house, you picked the room the furthest from your Mami and Olga’s room. You turned extra quiet. In your mind, if you were quiet then they would forget you were there. They wouldn’t send you away because they wouldn’t remember you were there. 

It back fired though, of course it did. Mama was coming to Madrid for Easter, your Mami agreed that you would go to Madrid and spend a few days with her then come back home and do Easter with the Putellas-Rios family. 

For four days you forgot about the impending doom that was waiting for you at home. For four days your mama and her family treated you like a princess, spoiling you and reminding you of how loved you were. 

On the flight home you turned quiet again, your mama noticed, pulling you up on it straight away. 

“Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing mama.” 

“You can tell me. You don’t have to lie bebé.” 

“Imscaredillbesentaway.” You said it so fast, your heart beating out of your chest, making you want to throw up. 

“Can you say that again for me? More slow this time.” 

You took a deep breath, refusing to look at your mama, “I’m scared I’ll be sent away when the baby comes. Mami and Olga won’t want me anymore.” 

“It won’t happen. You’re here to stay, forever. Why would you think that?” 

“It happened before. Before you and Mami. So it’ll happen again.” 

“No! No it won’t. You’re not going anywhere, you’re our daughter. Mine, mamis, and Olga’s. You’re our first baby, no one in this world would be able to take you.” Jenni spoke with so much conviction that apart of you believed her. 

“Do you promise?” 

“I promise. On everything. On my career, on your mamis. I promise.” Jenni’s heart broke at your lack of believing. She knew you took change hard but had hoped that as you grew up, you were more welcome to it. She guesses you just hide it easier. 

When you both arrived at the Barcelona airport and made it through security, Alexia and Olga were both waiting. Big smiles on their faces as their excitement to have you back was evident. You on the other hand, tensed the minute you saw them. Jenni knew she only had a limited amount of time to talk to alexia before her flight back to Madrid. 

“Ale, I need to talk to you.” She pulled alexia’s arm, trying to get her away from Olga and you. Olga noticed and nudged you away from them. 

“Everything alright?” 

“No. I know you’re excited to be having a baby with Olga but I’m worried you’re forgetting about y/n.” 

“What are you talking about? How could I forget her?” 

“She’s scared you’ll send her away when the baby comes Ale. She said it. Look at her, really look at her.” They both turned to look at you. You were hitting your hand against your leg, something you did when you were anxious. Your eyes stayed trained on the ground, refusing to look at Olga when she spoke. “That’s not the same kid I just spent 4 days with.” 

It seemed that both Olga and Alexia realised at the same time. Olga looked up with wide eyes, slightly panicked at the fact you weren’t engaging with her as usual, alexia on the other hand looked at you with her eyes full of tears. 

Arriving home didn’t bring you comfort, going to your room at the end of the house didn’t bring the calmness you thought it would. Instead it left you feeling empty and sad. 

The next few days were hard. Your Mami and Olga tried to talk to you, even going as far to get Mapi involved with Pina, Patri and Cata but nothing worked. You were stuck in a rut of anxiety and scaredness. 

Olga finally got you to crack, your Mami regretfully had to go away again for a game. Meaning she’d leave you while you were clearly going through something and she’d miss an ultrasound with Olga. 

The morning of the ultrasound, Olga all but dragged you out of the house. She too was feeling a mix of emotions. Despite both alexia and Jenni saying she was just as much as a parental figure to you as they were, she couldn’t help but feel on the outside. She hoped this baby would form as a bridge to you. Something you had more in common, but instead it was causing a wedge between all of you. 

You both cried at the ultrasound, seemingly for different reasons but at the time, Olga was optimistic that it was for the same reason. Seeing the baby. 

When you returned home you disappeared to your room very quickly, only to return with a duffle bag and backpack. 

“Can you take me to Eli’s please?” 

“What?” Olga was confused, Alexia never said anything about you staying there while she was gone. 

“You have your kid. You don’t want me here, Mami doesn’t want me here, so can you please take me? If you can’t it’s fine. I know how to get there.” 

“Y/n no. I’m not taking you to Eli’s-“ it came out a lot harsher than she anticipated. She realised as soon as the words left her mouth, “I’m sorry. What I meant is, this is your home. Now and forever. It doesn’t matter if I’m having a baby, no one can ever replace you. You’re our mariquita. You belong here, in this family.” 

“People have said that before and then they change their minds. This is what’s best. I leave and you and Mami can have the baby in peace. It’s okay Olga. I’ll catch the bus.” You were gone before she could argue. 

You heard the apartment door close behind you, Olga’s footsteps approaching as fast as she could, “mariquita please wait!” The fire staircase locked behind you as you ran down the stairs towards the exit. You knew it locked, you knew Olga would be stuck waiting for a lift, so it gave you time to figure how to get the bus. 

Olga raced back to the apartment only to realise her keys were inside. The door was locked and she was on the wrong side of the door. As if this whole thing couldn’t get any worse. 

In panic she rang alexia, which was the worst idea she could’ve had and as soon as alexia started to panic, she hung up. You said you were going to Eli’s, so she rang Eli who then rang alba who then rang the rest of her family. Soon enough the entire Putellas family was out hunting for you. 

You had a phone, she could’ve rang you, but in her panic she forgot about that. Alexia didn’t though, she rang you. Multiple times. Each time you watched it ring out, too afraid of her confirming the fact that she was going to ‘return you’. 

After what felt like hours, you finally arrived to Mollet. The sun was setting so you knew you had to go fast. Eli was there when you arrived, running out the front door when she saw you come up the driveway. 

“Mariquita! Dios mío you scared me. You scared us all! What were you thinking!” 

“Mami and Olga don’t want me anymore. You know how to book flights so I wanted to come here. Olga said she wouldn’t take me so I took the bus.” 

“They don’t want to get rid of you! What are you talking about?” Eli was in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that you truly felt that way, or that her daughter would give you that idea. 

“It’s happened before! Why aren’t people understanding! Mami and Olga are finally having a baby, making their own family. Their OWN. I’m not apart of that. This family is no longer mine, and that’s okay. If you won’t help me get to mama, I’ll figure it out myself.” 

“No. You will come inside and we will wait for your Mami and Olga. You will eat dinner and have a shower but you’re not leaving and I am not booking you a flight.” 

You ate in silence, much to Eli’s dismay. She tried and tried to get more answers out of you, giving up when she realised you wouldn’t talk anymore. Seeing you this way, being selectively mute, reminded her of the first time she met you. 

You were a tiny four year old. Both alexia and alba were at least double your weight when they were your age. It shocked Eli, alexia had warned her but no amount of warning could stop the feelings that she felt when she saw you. 

Both Eli and Alba had been waiting patiently to meet you. They were told from the beginning that you were different, suffered from trauma that neither Alexia nor Jenni fully understood. To Eli, you were perfect. 

The social worker warned Alexia and Jenni about the trauma you had endured and that they weren’t sure about how much you remembered or what you saw. When things got overwhelming you went mute. It was a coping mechanism and over the years, with lots of therapy and love, that habit disappeared. 

As you stood behind Alexia’s legs, peaking through every so often, you looked tiny. There were healing bruises on your arms. Not in the way kids normally get bruises. 

It took a long time for you to say anything more than “hola” to her. She remembers the day like it was yesterday. You had scored a goal against Mapi and you were so excited. Smashing through the front door, without evening taking your shoes off. 

Eli cried that night. She cried about how happy you looked, how happy you were and how you actually spoke. 

It was now the opposite, you weren’t that shy little four year anymore. But old habits die hard. Sometimes it’s easier to go mute than to focus on what was truly happening. 

Olga was waiting in the spare room when you got out of the shower. Or the room that used to be alexia’s room. Littered with photos of her and her friends as they grew up, a few of her and your mama, alba too. It was a time capsule, for you it felt overbearing. You didn’t have friends like she did, you’d have a sibling in four months but it wouldn’t be the same as her and alba. 

“Mariquita. We need to have a proper conversation. I want you to tell me everything. If you truly can’t, I will wait for your Mami, but you need to talk. No more pretending everything is fine.” 

“Okay.” You say on the floor, your knees pressed against your chest, your back hard against the wall. “What do you want me to say first?” 

“How did you feel when we told you we were having a baby?” 

“Scared. Excited. Anxious. Jealous.” 

“Can you elaborate please?” 

“Before Mami and mama, I was with this other couple. They couldn’t have kids for whatever reason and they were going to adopt me. A few weeks before they found out they were having a baby and cancelled the adoption. Literally just palmed me off. Then the kids at the group home would say how no one wanted me and whatever. I didn’t think I believed it but I guess I did. 

You and Mami would have this experience, you being pregnant I mean, Mami and mama didn’t have that with me, so I feel like this baby is better than me in that sense. Mama is so far away and I was scared that if you decided to get rid of me that she wouldn’t get here in time and I’d just be on the street.

I picked the room furthest from the others because I thought, I thought if I did that you would forget I was there. It would be sad to be forgotten but I would have somewhere safe to stay. 

Then you said you wouldn’t bring me here and I panicked. I thought someone was going to come and take me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sobs racked your body, and for the first time Olga saw you as the little girl Alexia described. Broken, scared and tiny. Right then in her mind, you weren’t the twelve year old she’d grown to love, you were a tiny four year old. Scared of what was to come. 

“No Mariquita. No sorry. You were scared, that’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared, anxious and whatever else you want to feel. You’re allowed to feel it all but you’re safe here, with you Mami, mama and with me. Yes, this will be the first baby I give birth too, but it’s not my first kid.” You looked up at her, not realising she had moved in front of you, “you’re my first kid Mariquita. You’re as much my daughter as you are to your Mami and mama. I know it is a big change, you’re scared and truthfully I am scared. Terrified actually. But I know you’re going to be the best big sister ever and this baby is lucky to have you. I’m lucky to have you.” 

You let yourself fall into Olga’s arms. You were both crying, hanging onto each other for dear life. When alexia arrived to her mamis house, all guns blazing, she was met with a stern Eli. Giving her daughter an ear full about the way she spoke to Olga. Olga however didn’t hold a grudge. She knew Alexia was panicking, she was also panicking. 

“Ale, she needs therapy, she needs help. Don’t be mad at her, you can be mad at me but not her.”

“I’m not mad. I’m sorry, I was just so scared. I didn’t want to leave as it was and then I did and this happens? What do we do olgi?” 

“We start by moving her room, closer to ours.” Alexia gave her girlfriend a confused look, “she took that room in case we didn’t want her anymore. She’d be far away so she’d stay out of the way and have somewhere to stay.” 

Alexia let the tears fall, wrapping an arm around Olga as they wanted you sleep. “How did things get so fucked up?” 

“We will fix it. All of it.” Instead of waking you and leaving for their own house, both alexia and Olga climbed into bed with you. The game was the last thing on Alexia’s mind. All she wanted was for her family to be happy, for you to be happy. 

Fix it they did. It started with moving your room, something you were still on edge about, even with all the reassurance. Then it was the therapy, twice a week. Once with the school counsellor and once with the clubs psychologist. 

Neither Alexia nor Olga spoke about the baby around you, both families were also on strict instructions not too. Both therapists agreed that it would be better for now, if you wanted to know, you would ask. It wasn’t that you hated this unborn baby, it was that you were still scared about being ‘returned’. 

Olga had an ultrasound coming up, it was to find out the gender and your Mami wanted you there. They had put off finding out the gender for the last two months because they wanted you there to enjoy it. She wanted this to be a family event, something that would bring you all join but she also knew not to push you. 

“Mari, bebé, can you come here for a sec?” 

“Mami I promise I’ll clean my room!”

“It’s not about that.” Your Mami laughed. “I want to ask you a question. If you don’t feel comfortable and want to stay here or with Alba that’s fine. There’s no pressure at all. Okay?”  

“Okay?”

“Today Olga has an ultrasound to find out the gender. I want to invite you, again there’s no pre-“

“Yeah I’ll come.” To you, it was no longer a big deal. You were mostly excited for the baby, still a little nervous about the change. Your Mami was sat gobsmacked on the couch as you walked away, finally going to clean your room. 

Olga got in the car, completely unaware of your presence until you asked a simple question, to which she let out a bloody curling scream, clutching her chest. All you and your Mami could do was laugh. She didn’t ask any questions about what you were doing, only giving Alexia a look that said ‘we will talk later.’ 

‘A boy.’ The technician announced. 

A flurry of movement happened in that moment. Your Mami had pulled you towards her and Olga, a group hug forming. There were tears, happy tears. And when your Mami looked at you sadly you made sure to emphasise that were happy. 

There was a question bobbing around in your head though. How did Olga get pregnant. Obviously you were given a simple sex talk in school and by both your mothers, but it never occurred to you that two women would have sex differently. That was something you would need to google when you got home, not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of asking your Mami or Olga. 

“Ice cream time?” Your Mami smiled as she pulled you into her side. 

“I definitely want ice cream.” Olga piped up. 

You interlinked your hands with Olga’s, swinging them, laughing and smiling as you went along for the journey to the ice cream parlour. 

As all three of you sat there laughing and eating your ice cream, all alexia could think about is how lucky she was. There would be more bumps in the road, but right now everyone was happy. You were laughing and smiling with Olga, it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. 

The following two months were basically spent fussing over Olga and her ever growing baby bump. She referred to you and your Mami as ‘the twins’. Forever asking if she needed something or offered to get it for her, even going so far as to guide her to the bathroom when Alexia was away for a game. 

You were certainly the mediator between them somedays. Alexia going on about how the baby doesn’t need more clothes, or shoes, or toys but you would side with Olga. Or when Alexia wanted Olga to stay in bed to relax, you were at her side encouraging her to do so. 

The biggest surprise came when you asked what the birth plan was. 

“I don’t know. Push it out and hope I don’t poop?” 

Alexia was bewildered, “why do you ask? How do you know what a birth plan is?” 

“I googled it.” You shrugged, “I’ve also watched birthing videos on YouTube. You’ll probably shit yourself.” 

“Not helpful!” 

“Is that something you want to be involved in?” Your Mami asked as she rang her fingers through your hair, making a mental note to book you in for a haircut soon. 

“If that’s what Olga wants.” 

“I do. But you don’t have to. It’ll probably be gross.” 

“Oh it’ll definitely be gross.” Both adults laughed as you scrunched your nose. 

“Can I leave if it gets too much?” 

“Of course Mari! Eli and my mami will be in the waiting room.” 

“Along with half the team no doubt.” 

It was settled, you would be there to watch your little brother come into this world. The option to leave was there if you wanted to take it. There was truly only one question still in your mind: how did Olga get pregnant?

As the final month began, everyone around was on edge, expect for you. You have read everything, watch hours and hours of YouTube videos. You were ready. Emotionally, you were better. Talking candidly with your mami and mama whenever they asked, Olga too. 

If you needed to deliver the baby in the lounge room, you could do that. If you needed to drive her to the hospital, illegally, you could do that. Thanks to bullying Mapi into teaching you how to drive when she was supposed to be watching you for a date night. 

You and Olga had secretly bought and packed a second hospital bag, knowing the minute Olga’s water broke, your mami would be insane. And she was. 

A week after the baby’s due date, Olga’s water broke. She was sitting outside on the chairs enjoying the sun when it happened. Her contractions weren’t as frequent as the hospital required, once every 15 or so minutes. But as soon as she told Alexia, she went crazy. 

Both of you found it amusing, watching her run around the house trying to find things she would need, offering Olga the hair straightener, hair drier, a scrubbing brush? She wouldn’t relax until you called your abuela. When Eli arrived, Olga’s contractions were 12 minutes apart, Alexia looked like she was going to throw up, pass out and cry all at once. 

Even though she was running around like a headless chook, every time a contraction hit she was right there by Olga’s side. Helping her breathe through it. For someone so calm and collected when it came to football, she was truly the opposite right now. Your abuela couldn’t help but laugh when she saw what her daughter was doing. 

Between every contraction Alexia was off cleaning something, as if they had not organised for the cleaner to come while Olga was in labour. 

“Mami? What are you doing?” Curiosity got the best of you, finding your mami in the wardrobe going through her sock drawer. 

“Mari! Good you’re here, help me go through these please. I think some of these socks are yours.” 

“No mami.” You laughed at her truly panicked state, you couldn’t wait to tell Mapi about it, “Olga’s in labour and you’re in here organising your socks? Do you think that’s a good use of your time?” 

“¡Dios mío! You’re right! I need to clean your bathroom!”

“Mami no! You need to be with Olga. You’re being slightly insane right now.” 

“I’m panicking okay? I don’t know what to do!” 

“You should probably breathe and put the hospital bag in the car. It’s in the hallway closet.” 

“No, it’s next to my side of the bed. I made sure it was close.”

“Oh nah we aren’t taking that one. Olga bought another because she knew you would panic. Vamos! We are having a baby.” You smiled and skipped out of the room. 

After a very long 16 hours, it was finally time for Olga to push. Everyone was exhausted. Labour looked rough, the videos you had watched didn’t make it same as bad but it was bad. 

As Olga’s legs opened and while she was mid push, you decided to look. Why? You had no idea. 

“I’ve never seen a vagina before and that’s disgusting.” You looked like you were going to pass out. A clip to the back of your head and a stern look from your mami had you mumbling a sorry to a laughing Olga. 

It didn’t take much longer for your baby brother to be born. You were crying, Olga was crying your mami too but most importantly, your baby brother was crying. 

Truthfully, a few hours ago you were getting anxious about how the aftermath would be, but when Olga reached out for your hand, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, you knew everything would be okay. 

Your mami sent you home with Eli to shower and get some sleep. There were so many questions in your head, ones you wanted to google and ones you just wanted to ask. After a good feed and sleep, you were back to the hospital the next morning. 

Your mami was pacing the room when you got there, looking anxious and sweaty. 

“Hi? Can I come in?” You asked shyly. 

“Mari! Oh bebé, of course you can. Come here, hug me.” She squeezed you so tight and you were hitting her back to get her to stop. 

“Mami. Mami! Can’t breathe!” You spattered out. 

“Oops sorry!” She slightly pushed you away. Olga was nursing your baby brother. He looked so small, smaller than you imagine. 

“Do you want to hold him?” Olga asked, noticing you were staring. 

“Can I?” 

Your mami walked you through it, one hand supporting his head, the other his body. 

“What’s his name?” 

“Rio Jaume Putellas.” She fiddled with the beanie on his head, “rio for Olga’s last name, Jaume for my papi, Putellas for you.” Alexia wanted to cry, the way you looked at the baby was the same way she looked at Alba. Sure, there was a twelve year age gap between you and baby Rio, but that look told her everything she needed to know. You would protect him with your life, love him with your entire heart, and annoy him like any big sister would. 

Friends and family slowly trickled into the room throughout the day, when Ingrid and Mapi arrived they were so overcome with emotion that Mapi was crying. A big ugly cry. For you, it was funny. 

“I have a question.” All four adults turned to you, “I know how babies are made with a man and a woman but with two woman do you use that strap thing that has a button to make the stuff come out? I don’t really understand.” 

Everyone’s faces dropped, if baby Rio wasn’t in the bassinet, you were sure he would be on the floor. 

“What the fuck.” Mapi was the first person to say anything. 

“Y/n how do you know what that is?” Your mami used your first name, something she didn’t do very often. 

“I googled it? I wanted to be prepared for all of this.” 

“Your iPad is being taken away from you.” Was all Olga said. Poor Ingrid was still in disbelief. 

“No ipad, no phone, no tv. Anything that has the internet is gone. Absolutely not.” 

When alba walked into the tense room and saw you mami pacing, once again, she was confused. “Ah what happened?” 

“I asked if they used the strap thing that has stuff come out of it to make baby rio. Now they are broken.” You shrugged, waving your hand around at them. 

“A strap thing with stuff coming out of it?” Alba repeated back, not understanding what you were saying. “Oh. OH!” It clicked. Then she laughed, tears coming out of her eyes, stomach hurting, kind of laugh. 

“This isn’t funny Alba!” Alexia gritted. 

“Lesbian sex talk time! Are we making a PowerPoint?” A pillow was through at her, this time from Olga. 

Thankfully both your abuela and Olga’s mum arrived so the subject was changed very quickly. For you- no answers were supplied and your mami seemingly forgot about the no internet rule very quickly. 

Once everyone was home, it was weird. You weren’t 100% sure what to do, every time the baby cried you just stared at him. Unsure if you were allowed to help. One morning when it was just you and Olga in the kitchen you asked. 

“I want to help but I don’t know what to do.” 

“You’re helping Mari.” You gave her a confused look, “you make coffee for us in the morning, you changed our bed sheets the other night, every morning I come out here it’s clean. Because you do that. You’re helping in ways that are unimaginable but I want you to remember that you’re twelve. You don’t have to do all this. My mami, Eli, your mami, they can all do it.” 

She pulled you into her side, kissing your cheek. Olga was grateful for you, your mami was grateful for you, and you were grateful for them. For being patient, not getting rid of you, for loving you. 

When you rocked baby Rio to sleep, you reminded him that he was loved, safe and wanted. Something you didn’t want him to forget. 

Alexia would often cry when she saw you holding him with a big smile on her face. Or when she saw you doing tummy time with him because he was ‘lonely on the ground by himself’. 

Your family was full. Hearts were full. Love was never far away. 

[dalekofchaos]

Raimiverse fancast

My fancast for an expanded Raimiverse fancast

Only recasting Venom since Topher was just not Venom. He wasn't.

Tobey Maguire as Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Kirsten Dunst as Mary-Jane Watson

Sadie Sink as Spider-Girl/Mayday Parker

James Franco as Harry Osborn/New Goblin

Bryce Dallas Howard as Gwen Stacy

Rosemary Harris as Aunt May Parker

JK Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson

Bill Nunn as Robbie Robertson

Elizabeth Banks as Betty Brant

James Cromwell as Captain George Stacy

Gina Torres as Jean DeWolff

Glenn Close as Madame Webb

Joe Manganiello as Flash Thompson/Agent Venom

Willem Dafoe as Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

Alfred Molina as Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Thomas Hayden Church as Sandman/Flint Marko

Skeet Ulrich as Venom/Eddie Brock

Matthew Lillard as Carnage/Cletus Cassidy

John Malkovich as The Vulture/Adrian Toombs

Anne Hathaway as Black Cat/Felicia Hardy(I know Raimi originally intended for her to be Vulture's daughter and the She-Vulture, but that was dumb)

Dylan Baker as The Lizard/Curt Connors

Bruce Campbell as Mysterio/Quentin Beck

Michael Clarke Duncan as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Arnold Vosloo as Scorpion/Mac Gargan

Ben Foster as Electro/Max Dillon

Kevin Grevioux as Tombstone/Lonnie Lincoln

Jackie Chan as Mister Negative/Martin Li

Keanu Reeves as Dr. Michael Morbius

Doug Jones as Chameleon

Matthew McConaughey as Hydro Man

Due to tumblr's bullshit 30 photo limit, cann't post anymore

Ben Stiller as Shocker

Russell Crowe as Kraven the Hunter

Vinnie Jones as The Rhino/Aleksei Sytsevich

Brad Douriff as Hobgoblin/Roderick Kingsley

Daniel Day-Lewis as Iron Man/Tony Stark

Brad Pitt as Captain America/Steve Rogers

Karl Urban as Thor Odinson

Eric Bana as The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Milla Jovovich as Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Paul Walker as Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Kurt Russell as Nick Cage

Ewan McGregor as Ant-Man/Hank Pym

Natalie Portman as Wasp/Janet Van Dyne

Rachel Weisz as Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Jake Gyllenhaal as Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Denzel Washington as Black Panther/T'Challa

Charlize Theron as Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

Cuba Gooding Jr. as War/Machine/James Rhodes

Hugh Jackmas as Wolverine

Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier

Famke Janssen as Jean Grey

James Marsden as Cyclops/Scott Summers

Halle Berry as Storm/Ororo Munroe

Ioan Gruffudd as Mr Fantastic/Reed Richards

Jessica Alba as Invisible Woman/Sue Storm

Chris Evans as Human Torch/Johnny Storm

Michael Chiklis as The Thing/Ben Grimm

Laurence Fishburne as Silver Surfer

Oded Fehr as Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Ben Affleck as Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jennifer Garner as Elektra

Thomas Jane as The Punisher

Terry Crews as Luke Cage

Nicholas Cage as Ghost Rider

Jim Carrey as Loki Laufeyson

Jude Law as Ultron

Ron Pearlman as Thanos

Ian McKellan as Magneto

Julian McMahon as Dr Doom

Rufus Sewell as Baron Mordo

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Antonio Rodríguez Beltrán, attributed (Spanish, 1636-1691) María Luisa de Toledo e indígena, 1670 Museo Nacional del Prado

Doña María Luisa de Toledo y Carreto, Marquesa de Melgar de Fernamental, was the only daughter of Don Antonio Sebastián de Toledo Molina y Salazar, II Marquis de la Mancera and Viceroy of New Spain -between 1664 and 1673-, and of his first woman, D. Leonor de Carreto. And, therefore, she was also the granddaughter of another viceroy, in this case of Peru, D. Pedro de Toledo y Leiva, who held that position between 1639 and 1648. And also, she was the sister-in-law of a third viceroy, D. Gaspar de la Cerda y Sandoval, Count of Galve, her husband's brother, who held office in New Spain between 1688 and 1696. She was a great-great-granddaughter of the first Duke of Alba de Tormes, one of the leading noble houses in Spain, and her husband was the son of the Dukes of Pastrana and the Infantado, another of the main noble families. So, in her person, María Luisa combined an entire noble inheritance linked to some of the great Spanish aristocratic families and to the main positions in the American viceroyalties. She lived part of her childhood and adolescence in the city of Mexico, where, around 1670, she must have made this portrait of her. She returned to Spain, together with her father, in 1674.

She married Joseph de Silva, linking in this way with one of the most powerful houses in the Peninsula, which held the dukedoms of Pastrana, Infantado and Lerma among many other titles, although all of them were part of the inheritance of the eldest son, for which reason None of the consorts had, at the time of the marriage, a noble title. The title enjoyed by María Luisa and her husband, Marquises of Melgar de Fernamental, was granted as a marriage dowry by the Queen herself, Mariana of Austria, in the name of King Carlos II.

The dwarf woman who accompanies her would come from the Chichimeca area, due to the tattoos that adorn her. She has been represented wearing a long and straight huipil, which is superimposed over a green skirt or dress whose lower part protrudes from the previous one. The huipil has been arranged "a la española", that is to say, it seems to be cinched at the waist and has wide added sleeves and a bottom edge with an ova-shaped lace band. The presence of this small indigenous woman was highlighting the uniqueness and exoticism, and therefore the power and prestige of her family. The color of the complexion, the tattoo and even the type of clothing that the little woman wears reveal her connection with American places and the access that the protagonist of the canvas exhibited in relation to some networks of circulation of transoceanic goods and products. New Spain (modern day Mexico) came to be called Mexico in 1821, after the Mexican War of Independence. The viceroyalty was dissolved and the Mexican Empire was established.

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Reading List - Lista para Leer

Aves sin nido Clorinda Matto de Turner

Dom Casmurro Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Ariel José Enrique Rodó

El Moto Joaquin Garcia Monge

La amada inmóvil Amado Nervo

Desolación Gabriela Mistral

La señorita Etcétera Arqueles Vela

La vorágine José Eustasio Rivera

Doña Bárbara Rómulo Gallegos

Cuentos de Amor, de Locura y de Muerte Horacio Quiroga

Other selected works

Isabel Allende, “Dos palabras”

Anónimo, “Romance de la pérdida de Alhama”

Anónimo, Lazarillo de Tormes (Prólogo; Tratados 1, 2, 3, 7)

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Rima LIII (“Volverán las oscuras golondrinas”)

Jorge Luis Borges, “Borges y yo”

Jorge Luis Borges, “El Sur”

Julia de Burgos, “A Julia de Burgos”

Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quijote (Primera parte, capítulos 1–5, 8 y 9; Segunda parte, capítulo 74)

Julio Cortázar, “La noche boca arriba”

Hernán Cortés, “Segunda carta de relación” (selecciones)

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, “Hombres necios que acusáis”

Rubén Darío, “A Roosevelt”

Don Juan Manuel, Conde Lucanor, Exemplo XXXV (“De lo que aconteció a un mozo que casó con una mujer muy fuerte y muy brava”)

Osvaldo Dragún, El hombre que se convirtió en perro

Carlos Fuentes, “Chac Mool”

Federico García Lorca, La casa de Bernarda Alba

Federico García Lorca, “Prendimiento de Antoñito el Camborio en el camino de Sevilla”

Gabriel García Márquez, “El ahogado más hermoso del mundo”

Gabriel García Márquez, “La siesta del martes”

Garcilaso de la Vega, Soneto XXIII (“En tanto que de rosa y azucena”)

Luis de Góngora, Soneto CLXVI (“Mientras por competir con tu cabello”)

Nicolás Guillén, “Balada de los dos abuelos”

José María Heredia, “En una tempestad”

Miguel León-Portilla, Visión de los vencidos (dos secciones: “Los presagios, según los informantes de Sahagún” y “Se ha perdido el pueblo mexica”)

Antonio Machado, “He andado muchos caminos”

José Martí, “Nuestra América”

Rosa Montero, “Como la vida misma”

Nancy Morejón, “Mujer negra”

Pablo Neruda, “Walking around”

Emilia Pardo Bazán, “Las medias rojas”

Francisco de Quevedo, Salmo XVII (“Miré los muros de la patria mía”)

Horacio Quiroga, “El hijo”

Tomás Rivera, . . . y no se lo tragó la tierra (dos capítulos: “... y no se lo tragó la tierra” y “La noche buena”)

Juan Rulfo, “No oyes ladrar los perros”

Alfonsina Storni, “Peso ancestral”

Tirso de Molina, El burlador de Sevilla y convidado de piedra

Sabine Ulibarrí, “Mi caballo mago”

Miguel de Unamuno, San Manuel Bueno, mártir

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El beso de la mujer araña - Manuel Puig

El beso de la mujer araña es una novela del escritor argentino Manuel Puig, publicada en 1976 por la editorial Seix Barral de Barcelona. Basada en una parte de la vida de Luis González de Alba, preso político por el movimiento estudiantil de 1968. Las coincidencias se pueden encontrar en el libro Otros días, otros años, de la editorial Planeta, solo que Puig cambió la sexualidad de los protagonistas. El libro relata la historia de dos personas presas que conviven en la misma celda, una es un preso político y la otra una disidente sexual definida como «loca» y autopercibida como mujer (registrada por el Estado como hombre). Fue incluida en la lista de las 100 mejores novelas en español del siglo XX del periódico español El Mundo.

Lee más sobre esta novela en Wikipedia.

Kiss of the Spider Woman - Manuel Puig

Kiss of the Spider Woman is a 1976 novel by Argentine writer Manuel Puig. It depicts the daily conversations between two cellmates in an Argentine prison, Molina and Valentín, and the intimate bond they form in the process. It is generally considered Puig's most successful work. The novel's form is unusual in that there is no traditional narrative voice. It is written in large part as dialogue, without any indication of who is speaking, except for a dash (-) to show a change of speaker. There are also significant portions of stream-of-consciousness writing. What is not written as dialogue or stream-of-consciousness is written as meta-fictional government documentation. The conversations between the characters, when not focused on the moment at hand, are recountings of films that Molina has seen, which act as a form of escape from their environment. Thus there are a main plot, several subplots, and five additional stories that comprise the novel.

Read more about this novel on Wikipedia.

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All the books, poems and plays I studied for my undergrad degree

NB. I wasn't a literature major, or even a Hispanic Literature or French Literature major. These books just parts of units that I did for my degree. I studied all the works here in their original language i.e. in Spanish or French, so their English translations might be more well known.

Huis clos by Jean-Paul Sartre

Candide by Voltaire

L'école des femmes by Molière

La casa de Bernada Alba by Federico García Lorca

Le Voyeur by Alain Robbe-Grillet

En attendant Godot by Samuel Beckett

El burlador de Sevilla by Tirso de Molina

Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

El solitario en octubre by Emilio Carballido

La fiesta del chivo by Mario Vargas Llosa

El laberinto de la soledad by Octavio Paz

Selected poems and works by Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, Gabriela Mistral, NourBese Philip, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Jorge Luis Borges, and Gabriel García Márquez

[duky82]

ALBA MOLINA celebra 25 años de carrera y presenta en MADRID su nuevo álbum con grandes colaboraciones

ALBA MOLINA celebra 25 años de carrera y presenta en MADRID su nuevo álbum con grandes colaboraciones “Alba Molina 25 años” es su nuevo proyecto, en el que cuenta con grandes colaboraciones como la de Mayte Martín, Vicente Amigo o Silvia Pérez Cruz Continue reading ALBA MOLINA celebra 25 años de carrera y presenta en MADRID su nuevo álbum con grandes colaboraciones

[usuallywisestarlight]

DESMONTANDO UN ELEFANTE

Desmontando un elefante España/Año: 2024/Duración: 82 min. Dirección: Aitor Echevarría/ Guion: Aitor Echevarría, Pep Garrido Reparto Emma Suárez, Natalia de Molina, Darío Grandinetti, Alba Guilera…  Fotografía: Pau Castejón Producción: Arcadia Motion Pictures, Noodles Production, Pegaso Pictures AIE, Filmax, Movistar Plus+, Rtve, TV3. Distribuidora: Filmax Género: Drama | Drama…

[revistablancosobrenegro]

Más de 94.000 euros para Valencia en la subasta de las guitarras solidarias

Más de 94.000 euros para Valencia en la subasta de las guitarras solidarias https://ift.tt/csu5CrE En la subasta, organizada por la Fundación Músicos por la Salud, en colaboración con el periodista Tony Aguilar, se han realizado 27.728 pujas por las guitarras de 65 artistas españoles e internacionales El dinero recibido irá destinado íntegramente a la rehabilitación de inmuebles y la recuperación del mobiliario de centros de día, escuelas de música y espacios dedicados a colectivos vulnerables (mayores y personas con diversidad funcional) que han sufrido daños por la DANA La Fundación Músicos por la Salud ha recaudado 94.466 euros en la subasta solidaria de guitarras de 65 artistas, en la que durante dos semanas se ha podido pujar online con el objetivo de recaudar dinero para los afectados por la DANA. En concreto, el dinero recaudado en las 27.728 pujas realizadas irá íntegramente a la rehabilitación de inmuebles y la recuperación del mobiliario de centros de día, escuelas de música y espacios dedicados a colectivos vulnerables, incluidos centros para personas mayores, con diversidad funcional y colectivos musicales de los municipios afectados, que hayan sufrido daños en su centros sociosanitarios y/o musicales, mobiliario, enseres como consecuencia de los daños ocasionados por las inundaciones del día 29 de octubre de 2024. Los interesados deberán presentar sus solicitudes a partir del día 7 de enero de 2025 y el plazo estará abierto durante un máximo de 1 mes desde esa fecha. Se analizará y resolverá cada propuesta según su orden de entrada en el registro de la entidad. La presentación de las solicitudes será a través del formulario habilitado para la tramitación electrónica, que estará disponible en la página web de la Fundación https://ift.tt/LerS3ZP. Se adjuntará solicitud de acuerdo con las bases de la convocatoria que se encontrará en dicha página web. {loadmoduleid 146} Las iniciativas serán estudiadas por un Comité constituido por Guillermo Giner, Patrono Fundador de Músicos por la Salud en colaboración con el locutor y presentador Tony Aguilar y algunos de los artistas que han donado sus guitarras. Músicos por la Salud y Tony Aguilar quieren agradecer a todos los artistas su participación en la iniciativa: Alejandro Sanz, Álex Márquez, Álex Ubago, Alfred García, Álvaro de Luna, Álvaro Mayo, Amaia Montero, Andrés Suárez, Antonio Carmona, Antonio Orozco, Antoñito Molina, Arde Bogotá, Beret, Bombai, Camilo, Carlos Baute, Carlos de Guitarra Viva, Carlos Goñi, Celia Becks, Chiara Oliver, Conchita, Dani Fernández, David Otero, Denna, DePol, Estopa, Fran Perea, Gypsy kings, Hombres G, Isma Romero, Ismael Serrano, Israel Fernández, Izaro, Javi Chapela, Juanjo Bona, La La Love You, La Oreja de Van Gogh, Lemot,  Lérica, Alfonso Aguado de Los Inhumanos, Los Secretos, Marlena, Marlon, Mau y Ricky, Miguel Poveda, Mikel Erentxun, Miriam Rodríguez, Nebulossa, Nerea Rodríguez, Nil Moliner, Niño de Elche, Paula Koops, Paul Thin, Pol Granch, Robbie Williams, Rozalén, Ruslana, Ruth Lorenzo, Salma, Seguridad Social, Siloé, Sole Giménez, Veintiuno, Violeta Hodar y Viva Suecia. Agradecimiento que se extiende a las numerosas empresas que han colaborado en la causa: Fundación SEUR, Regus, Admira Guitars, Guitarras Esteve, Guitarras MR Manuel Rodríguez, Guitarras Bros, Alhambra Guitarras, Admira Alba, UME Unión Musical, el Palau de la Música, todocoleccion, Picnic, Safe Trip y Sagarmanta Experience. Todos juntos hemos conseguido transformar el dolor en esperanza y contribuir a recuperar la vida de los afectados en la Comunidad Valenciana por la DANA. via Música https://ift.tt/J1NfiPy December 29, 2024 at 09:23AM

[mr-nauseam]

This is such a fun ask game! I want to more abt all my mutuals soooo 19, 20, 21, and 22 pls!

19. My favorite book This was one of those questions that I had a hard time answering BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS I WANTED TO MENTION SO YOU'LL HAVE A TINY LIST KSHSJHSKHKSH

Before I start. Honorable mention to Sherlock Holmes because you know I'm a Holmesian at heart. TBOSAS too it's one of my most recent favorite books, Carrie by Stephen King is MY MORE PERSONAL BOOK but the winners for touch my soul are: 1. Azul. Rubén Darío.

It's important to know this is a book of poetry mostly (it also contains short stories) and contrary to what someone might think I lowkey dislike poetry KSJSHSHJSH, it's not usually what I read but Ruben Dario got me. What can I say? Maybe it was the modernism vibe (hispanic literary movement, although it is important to say that Dario is from Nicaragua) In generaI I liked the whole book but my favorite poem is without a doubt "El velo de la reina Mab" <3 it touched my heart. It talks about the different artists, there are painters, sculptors, musicians, writers, and each one talks about the process of creation of their art but also the challenges like the failure, mistakes and also the real possibility of starvationand poverty when they try to live from it, each character paints a desolate landscape but in the end they all recover hope with the veil of Queen Mab 2. El lugar sin límites. José Donoso. Chile in the house! The book follows the story of La Manuela, a homosexual transvestite who is a prostitute and the difficulties she faces in the small town where she lives. It is a short, very good novel that explores in depth issues such as sex work, gender and sexuality in rural areas at a time when it was highly condemned, and also talks about political corruption.

It is a novel that touched me deeply and in fact it has a movie, a Mexican adaptation!!!! The changes were almost minimal, and I think it shows the kind of ties that Latin American identity has, because Chile being so far away geographically, wrote a story that could easily have happened in my country.

The movie is very good, although it loses some of the details that I liked the most about the narrator of the book, but it adds other very powerful visuals. It is a movie that made actually history! For containing the first explicit kiss between two men in a Mexican production. 3. El beso de la mujer araña. Manuel Puig. This time in Argentina. It is a particular novel, it is a "big" dialogue I usually say, and it introduces us to two prisoners who share a cell. Valentin, a heterosexual cis male political prisoner, Molina who committed a sexual offense (Molina is a homosexual man, although their identity is strongly implied with transsexuality since they demands a feminine treatment, in fact I think they have that in common with La Manuela).

The twobegan to talk, form a bond and it's a metatext in many ways because Molina usually will narrate real movies to Valentin but there is something so magical, so human about these characters, the way in which each deeply impacts the other and their belief system. And again I found it similar to aspects -circumstances that happened in my country, specifically with the life of Luis Gonzalez de Alba. 4. El túnel. Ernesto Sabato. Again Argentina appear. It is the story of Juan Pablo Castel, the murderer of Maria Iribarne, now that I have grown up (I read it very young) I can see that this is a book that talks about a feminicide, from the point of view of the criminal. And I could say so much but this is the most personal for me, and I will leave it a mystery, only to mention my favorite scene: Castel have a dream were he became a bird, but no one can notice it. They see him as if he was the same, only him know he have becoming a bird. No word he would pronunce again will be hear for real.

5. Juan Darién. Horacio Quiroga. The author is Uruguayan, and this is a short story, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT WITHOUT DO SPOILER, ONLY THAT IT IS A VERY VERY VERY VERY SAD STORY :( (something peculiar because Quiroga is in fact known for writing horror!!)

20. My favorite movie This is easy. In general jim henson studio is something like my obsession, well what they have produced, I'm not only talking about the muppets, but dinosaurs, the storyteller, the dark crystal. I love the practical effects but I think the Labyrinth is my favorite because it has amazing songs, spectacular costumes, and a message that I think is very nice!

21. My favorite food KLJSKLJJSKJSJSJS GRACE, THIS IS A QUESTION YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE ASKED. It's only because I already gave a very long answer that I decided not to talk about tacos, because I don't think you can imagine the trouble of trying to explain what a taco is to a foreigner (the easy answer is a taco is not what the hell are doing in tacobell tho, eso es una tostada curva <3) and the whole issue of foods that involve some shape of corn (like tlayudas which I ADOREEE WITH MY SOUL!) BC THEY ARE NOT THE SAME, YES THEY ARE ALL MADE OF CORN IN THE END BUT ARE NOT THE SAME!!!!!!

You can always ask me about tacos in chat but the short answer that I will give here is pambazos (in specific of longanzina con papa) <3 delicacy of the gods IDC IDC. NACI POR MI MADRE, MORIRE POR UN PAMBAZOOOOO!!!!!

22. My favorite drink *deep voice*

I hate drink liquids, but agua de jamaica my beloved, also agua de tamarindo. I like coca-cola but only the one from México <3 (I've heard terrible things about coca-cola in the USA), and hot chocolate.

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Spain roster

Archery

Pablo Acha (Burgos)

Èlia Canales (Tarragona)

Athletics

Julio Arenas (Madrid)

David García (Alcorcón)

Ibrahim Chakir (Seville)

Yago Rojo (Madrid)

Mohamed Attaoui (Torrelavega)

Adrián Ben (Viveiro)

Elvin Canales (Girona)

Ignacio Fontes (Ciudad Granada)

Mario García (Villar De Gallimazo)

Adel Mechaal (Palamós)

Thierry Ndikumwenayo (Castellón De La Plana)

Abdessamad Oukhelfen (Reus)

Enrique Llopis (Gandia)

Asier Martínez (Zizur Mayor)

Daniel Arce (Burgos)

Iñaki Cañal (Gijón)

Óscar Husillos (Palencia)

Tariku Novales (Santiago De Compostela)

Diego García (Madrid)

Álvaro Martín (Llerena)

Paul McGrath (Barcelona)

Miguel López (Murcia)

Jordan Díaz (Guadalajara)

Jorge Ureña (Onil)

Ester Navarrete (Vigo)

Dr. Meritxell Soler (Barcelona)

Cristina Montesinos (Terrassa)

Jaël Bestué (Barcelona)

Lorea Ibarzabal (Madrid)

Lorena Martín (Ciudad Salamanca)

Esther Guerrero (Banyoles)

Águeda Marqués (Segovia)

Marta Pérez (Soria)

Marta García (Ciudad León)

Carolina Robles (Dos Hermanas)

Irene Sánchez-Escribano (Ciudad Toledo)

Sonia Molina-Prado (Manzanares)

María Pérez (Seville)

Paula Sevilla-López (La Solana)

Carmen Avilés (Madrid)

Blanca Hervás (Madrid)

Eva Santidrián (Burgos)

Berta Segura (Lleida)

Majida Maayouf (Bilbao)

Laura García-Caro (Lepe)

María Pérez (Valencia)

Fátima Diame (Valencia)

Tessy Ebosele (San Sebastián)

Ana Compaoré (Guadalajara)

María Toimil (Mugardos)

Yulenmis Aguilar (A Coruña)

Badminton

Pablo Abián (Calatayud)

Carolina Marín (Huelva)

Basketball

Lorenzo Brown (Roswell, Georgia)

Jaime Pradilla (Zaragoza)

Rodolfo Fernández (Palma)

Xabier López-Arostegui (Getxo)

Santi Aldama; Jr. (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Darío Brizuela (San Sebastián)

Alberto Díaz (Ciudad Málaga)

Juan Hernangómez (Madrid)

Guillermo Hernangómez (Madrid)

Destiny Garuba (Azuqueca De Henares)

Alejandro Abrines (Palma)

Sergio Llull (Maó)

Mariona Ortiz (Calella)

Laura Gil (Murcia)

Alba Torrens (Binissalem)

María Pérez (Vigo)

Queralt Casas (Girona)

Leticia Romero (Agüimes)

Leonor Rodríguez (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

María Cazorla (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Andrea Vilaró (Barcelona)

Megan Gustafson (Port Wing, Wisconsin)

Paula Ginzo (Santoña)

María Conde (Barcelona)

Gracia Alonso-De Armiño (Bilbao)

Juana Camilión (Mallorca)

Vega Gimeno (Valencia)

Sandra Yguaravide (Valencia)

Boxing

Oier Ibarreche (Galdácano)

Rafael Lozano; Jr. (Ciudad Córdoba)

José Quiles (Elda)

Enmanuel Reyes (A Coruña)

Ayoub Ghadfa (Marbella)

Laura Fuertes (Asturias)

Canoeing

Pablo Crespo (Madrid)

Adrián Del Río (Madrid)

Miquel Travé (La Seu d'Urgell)

Pau Echaniz (San Sebastián)

Manuel Ochoa (Tomiño)

Diego Domínguez (Madrid)

Joan Moreno (Pollença)

Francisco Cubelos (Talavera De La Rena)

Carlos Arévalo (Betanzos)

Rodrigo Germade (Cangas)

Marcus Cooper (Mallorca)

Saúl Craviotto (Lleida)

Estefanía Fernández (Mérida)

Begoña Lazkano (Pontevedra)

Carolina García (Pontevedra)

Sara Ouzande (Gijón)

Miren Lazkano (San Sebastián)

Maialen Chourraut (Lasart-Oria)

María Corbera (Madrid)

Antía Jácome (Pontevedra)

María Portela (Cangas)

Climbing

Alberto Ginés (Ciudad Cáceres)

Leslie Romero (Sant Cugat Del Vallès)

Cycling

Alex Aranburu (Ezkio-Itsaso)

Juan Ayuso (Barcelona)

Oier Lazkano (Vitoria-Gasteiz)

Albert Torres (Ciudatella De Menorca)

Sebastián Mora (Villarreal)

Jofre Cullell (Santa Coloma De Farners)

David Serrano (Baza)

Mireia Benito (Beix Penedès)

Margarita García (Marratxí)

Diving

Adrián Abadía (Mallorca)

Nicolás García (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Valeria Antonilo (Madrid)

Ana Carvajal (Villeneuva De La Cañada)

Equestrian

Borja Carrascosa (Madrid)

Claudio Castilla (Jerez De La Frontera)

Juan Jiménez (Castro Del Río)

Esteban Benítez (Cádiz)

Carlos Díaz (Cádiz)

Eduardo Álvarez (Madrid)

Sergio Álvarez (Avilés)

Ismael García (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Fencing

Carlos Llavador (Madrid)

Lucía Martín-Portugués (Villeneuva De La Cañada)

Field hockey

Marc Vizcaino (Terrassa)

Borja Lacalle (Madrid)

Bruno Font (Madrid)

Alejandro Alonso (Santander)

Jordi Bonastre (Terrassa)

Xavier Gispert (Madrid)

Rafael Vilallonga (Madrid)

Pepe Cunill (Terrassa)

Álvaro Iglesias (Madrid)

José Basterra (Getxo)

Gerard Clapés (Eindhoven, The Netherlands)

Marc Reyné (Barcelona)

Marc Miralles (Bloemendaal, The Netherlands)

Luis Calzado (Barcelona)

Marc Recasens (Barcelona)

Joaquín Menini (Madrid)

Eduard De Ignacio-Simó (Madrid)

Ignacio Rodríguez (Santander)

Laura Barrios (Madrid)

Sara Barrios (Madrid)

Júlia Strappato (Matadepera)

Lucía Jiménez (Madrid)

María López (Gijón)

Belén Iglesias (Madrid)

Marta Segú (Madrid)

Constanza Amundson (Madrid)

Blanca Pérez (Madrid)

Lola Riera (Valencia)

Begoña García (Zaragoza)

Xantal Giné (Barcelona)

Beatriz Pérez (Santander)

Alejandra Torres-Quevedo (Madrid)

Clara Pérez (Madrid)

Patricia Álvarez (Santander)

Golf

David Puig (La Garriga)

Jon Rahm (Scottsdale, Arizona)

Azahara Muñoz (Málaga)

Carlota Ciganda (Pamplona)

Gymnastics

Néstor Abad (Madrid)

Thierno Diallo (Madrid)

Nicolau Mir (Palma)

Joel Plata (Madrid)

Miguel Zapata (Madrid)

David Vega (Barcelona)

Laura Casabuena (Alcoy)

Ana Pérez (Madrid)

Alba Petisco (Villarinos De Los Aires)

Alba Bautista (Teruel)

Polina Berezina (Alicante)

Ana Arnau (Madrid)

Inés Bergua (Huesca)

Mireia Martínez (La Pobla De Vallbona)

Patricia Pérez (Valencia)

Salma Solaun (Vitoria-Gasteiz)

Noemí Romero (Madrid)

Handball

Gonzalo Pérez-De Vargas (Ciudad Toledo)

Jorge Maqueda (Ciudad Toledo)

Alex Dujshebaev (Santander)

Daniel Dujshebaev (Santander)

Rodrigo Corrales (Cangas)

Adrià Figueras (Barcelona)

Imanol Garciandia (Urretxu)

Abel Serdio (Avilés)

Agustín Casado (Carboneras)

Aleix Gómez (Sabadell)

Ian Tarrafeta (Sabadell)

Miguel Sánchez-Migallón (Ciudad Real)

Kauldi Odriozola (Zumaia)

Daniel Fernández (Sabadell)

Javier Rodríguez (Madrid)

Nicole Wiggins (Madrid)

Marta López (Ciudad Málaga)

Carmen Campos (Madrid)

Silvia Arderius (Madrid)

Maitane Etxeberria (Lezo)

Mercedes Castellanos (Ciudad Real)

Jennifer Gutiérrez (Elche)

Lara González (Santa Pola)

Paula Arcos (Petrer)

Lysa Tchaptchet (Cuenca De Pamplona)

Kaba Gassama (Granollers)

Alicia Fernández (Valdoviño)

María Prieto (Zamora)

Alexandrina Barbosa (Estella-Lizarra)

Mireya González (León)

Judo

David García (Madrid)

Salvador Cases (Alicante)

Francisco Garrigós (Móstoles)

Tristani Mosakhlishvili (Vigo)

Nikoloz Sheradishvili (Madrid)

Ariane Toro (Bilbao)

Laura Martínez (Madrid)

Cristina Cabaña (Mérida)

Ai Tsunoda (Lleida)

Pentathlon

Laura Heredia (Barcelona)

Rowing

Dennis Carracedo (Banyoles)

Rodrigo Conde (Moaña)

Aleix García (Girona)

Caetano Horta (Noia)

Jaime Canalejo (Ciudad Seville)

Javier García (Ciudad Seville)

Virginia Díaz (El Astillero)

Esther Briz (Zaragoza)

Aina Cid (Amposta)

Sailing

Ignacio Baltasar (Sa Ràpita)

Andrés Barrio (Arucas)

Joaquín Blanco; Jr. (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Diego Botín-Sanz (Santander)

Florian Trittel (Barcelona)

Jordi Xammar (Barcelona)

Pilar Lamadrid (Ciudad Seville)

Ana Moncada (Barcelona)

Gisela Pulido (Premià De Mar)

Támara Echegoyen (Ourense)

Paula Barceló (Palma)

Nora Brugman (Barcelona)

Tara Pacheco (Arucas)

Shooting

Andrés García (Ciudad Cuenca)

Alberto Fernández (Madrid)

Fátima Gálvez (Baena)

Mar Molné (Madrid)

Skateboarding

Alain Kortabitarte (Madrid)

Danny León (Móstoles)

Natalia Muñoz (Madrid)

Daniela Terol (Barcelona)

Julia Benedetti (A Coruña)

Naia Laso (Bermeo)

Soccer

Arnau Tenas (Vic)

Marc Pubill (Terrassa)

Juan Miranda (Olivares)

Eric García (Martorell)

Pau Cubarsí (Bescanó)

Pablo Barrios (Madrid)

Diego López (Turón)

Beñat Turrientes (Beasain)

Abel Ruiz (Almussafes)

Alejandro Baena (Roquetas De Mar)

Fermín López (El Campillo)

Jon Pacheco (Elizondo)

Joan García (Sallent De Llobregat)

Aimar Oroz (Arazuri)

Miguel Gutiérrez (Madrid)

Adrián Bernabé (Barcelona)

Sergio Gómez (Badalona)

Sam Omorodion (Ciudad Seville)

Cristhian Mosquera (Alicante)

Juan Sánchez (Dos Hermanas)

Sergio Camello (Madrid)

Alejandro Iturbe (Madrid)

María Rodríguez (Las Palmas De Gran Canaria)

Ona Batlle (Vilassar De Mar)

Teresa Abelleira (Pontevedra)

Irene Paredes (Legazpi)

Oihane Hernández (Mungialda)

Aitana Bonmatí (Vilanova I La Geltrú)

Athenea Del Castillo (Medio Cudeyo)

María Caldentey (Felanitx)

Salma Paralluelo (Zaragoza)

Jenni Hermoso (Madrid)

Alèxia Putellas (Mollet Del Vallès)

Pati Guijarro (Palma)

Cata Coll (Marratxí)

Laia Aleixandri (Santa Coloma De Gramenet)

Eva Navarro (Yecla)

Laia Codina (Campllong)

Lucía García (Aller)

Olga Carmona (Seville)

Vicky López (Madrid)

María Méndez (Oviedo)

Alba Redondo (Albacete)

Elene Lete (Zumarraga)

Surfing

Andy Criere (Hendaye, France)

Nadia Erostarbe (Zarautz)

Janire González (Zumaia)

Swimming

Carlos Garach (Granada)

Mario Mollà (Barcelona)

Arbidel González (Corvera De Asturias)

Luís Domínguez (Zaragoza)

Ferran Julià (Sabadell)

Carles Coll (Tarragona)

Sergio De Celis (Barcelona)

Hugo González (Palma)

César Castro (Plasencia)

Alisa Ozhogina (Ciudad Seville)

Iris Tió (Barcelona)

Txell Ferré (Barcelona)

Marina García (Sant Cugat Del Vallès)

Lilou Lluís (Madrid)

Meritxell Mas (Granollers)

Paula Ramírez (Barcelona)

Blanca Toledano (Madrid)

Ángela Martínez (Elche)

Ainhoa Campabadal (Barcelona)

María Daza (Madrid)

Alba Herrero (Sant Cugat Del Vallès)

Paula Juste (Lleida)

Carmen Weiler (Singapore)

África Zamorano (Barcelona)

Jessica Vall (Barcelona)

Laura Cabanes (Madrid)

Emma Carrasco (Lleida)

María De Valdés (Fuengirola)

Table tennis

Álvaro Robles (Huelva)

María Xiao (Madrid)

Taekwondo

Adrián Vicente (Madrid)

Javier Pérez (San Fernando De Henares)

Adriana Cerezo (Madrid)

Cecilia Castro (San Agustín Del Guadalix)

Tennis

Carlos Alcaraz; Jr. (Villena)

Pedro Martínez (Alzira)

Jaume Munar (Barcelona)

Rafael Nadal (Manacor)

Pablo Carreño (Barcelona)

Marcel Granollers (Barcelona)

Cristina Bucșa (Torrelavega)

Sara Sorribes (La Vall d'Uixó)

Triathlon

Alberto González (Ciudad Málaga)

Roberto Sánchez (Mislata)

Antonio Serrat (Vigo)

Miriam Casillas (Badajoz)

Anna Godoy (Barcelona)

Volleyball

Adrián Gavira (San Roque)

Pablo Herrera (Castellón De La Plana)

Daniela Álvarez (Gijón)

Tania Moreno (Madrid)

Lili Fernández (Alicante)

Paula Soria (Orihuela)

Water polo

Unai Aguirre (Barcelona)

Alberto Munárriz (Pamplona)

Álvaro Granados (Terrassa)

Bernat Sanahuja (Terrassa)

Miguel De Toro (Ciudad Seville)

Marc Larumbe (Barcelona)

Martin Faměra (Barcelona)

Sergi Cabanas (Barcelona)

Roger Tahull (Barcelona)

Felipe Perrone (Barcelona)

Unai Biel (Barcelona)

Alejandro Bustos (Madrid)

Eduardo Lorrio (Madrid)

Laura Ester (Barcelona)

Isabel Piralkova (Arenys De Mar)

Anni Espar (Barcelona)

Bea Ortiz (Terrassa)

Nona Pérez (Sant Cugat Del Vallès)

Paula Crespí (L'Hospitelet De Llobregat)

Elena Ruiz (Rubí)

María Peña (Madrid)

Judith Forca (Sabadell)

Paula Camus (Madrid)

María García (Sabadell)

Paula Leitón (Terrassa)

Martina Terré (Barcelona)

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Ni en nuestros mejores sueños podríamos haber imaginado que nuestra canción “Maktub” abriría la gala del 75 aniversario de la Comparsa Moros Musulmanes Elda. Hemos vivido una experiencia que no vamos a olvidar jamás y, aún hoy, pasados unos días desde la gran celebración, se nos siguen poniendo los pelos de punta de recordarlo.

Muchísimas gracias a la comparsa de Moros Musulmanes, y especialmente a Manuel López, Mª Carmen Yago y Rosario Bañón por confiar en nosotros y apostar por Estirga sin peros ni condiciones.

Muchísimas gracias a los musicazos y artistas que nos acompañaron en el escenario (Javi Rubio, Joaquín Tortosa, Dani Beng, Sergio López, Mike Bow, Isa Martínez, Clara Fernández, Chelo Esquembre, Mila y Cristina González, Natalia Molina, Alba Requena y Mª Rosa Pérez). Nos sentimos realmente afortunados de poder compartir momentos como los del viernes. Sin vosotras y vosotros no habría sido posible semejante locura.

Larga vida a la música, a la comparsa de musulmanes y a las personas que sueñan, que suman y que trabajan incansablemente para hacer proyetos como estos realidad.

Fotografía: Nando Verdú