#gabriela bruno

[cinematicjourney]

Gabriela (1983) | dir. Bruno Barreto

[centralbazaar]

Dona Flor e Seus Dois Maridos (1976) x Gabriela (1983)

dir. Bruno Barreto

[aeoneri]

As it is the holidays and I finally have some breathing room (since I took an annual leave from work for medical reasons), I decided to work on refreshing my writing chops.

This is just a short ficlet based on a writing prompt from a writing generator.

"Describe how Bruno Madrigal and Gabriela Álvarez met."

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They met at a bar downtown, with no inkling or clue as to how the night would turn out for them both. He was dressed in his usual smart self, a sweater that was a little too thin to his liking for tonight, but it was his best one. After all, it was the one he wore then.

The two enjoyed each other's company, laughing like old friends, and dancing when they felt like it. It seemed like the night would never end, but alas, it had to end eventually.

Bruno held out his hand to capture Gabriela's and placed a gentle kiss upon her fingertips. "Ready to go, amor?"

Gabriela smiled sweetly at him, feighing a sigh. "If you are, then I am."

Between work and life and their equally rambunctious triplets, a quiet night where they could relieve the days before all of it was a welcome respite. Still, even after years of marriage, they could both agree that the magic spark they felt that first night was there, strong, and ever burning.

He chuckled as he helped his wife into her coat and wrapped his arm around her waist protectively. "I do have another thing in mind, though…"

She bit her lip to tease and whispered close to his ear, making him shiver all over. "Well, there is this place…"

Gabriela didn't even have time to laugh as Bruno pulled her even closer to him. "The family can probably wait for us for another hour."

[mtonino]

Gabriela (1983) Bruno Barreto

Gabriela 1983

[chocostrwberry]

Encanto ocs!! Left to right: Gabriela (Isabela’s daughter), Catalina (Bruno’s adopted daughter) and Selena (Dolores’s daughter).

Gabriela is a free spirit who loves flying above the town to catch a glimpse of the world beyond the mountains. Ever since she’d gotten her gift, she had almost never touched the ground since, much to her mother’s dismay. She longs for a life outside of her town.

Catalina was an orphan taken in by Bruno. The family doubted she’d even get a gift, but on that important day she got her own door! It took a while for the family to finally find out her gift, but it turns out whenever she wishes good upon someone, good happens! They call her gift “luck”.

Selena has always been quite a drama queen. The town can hear her singing from the house as objects clutter in the air around her. She’s really helpful, if you can withstand her endless opera-level voice.

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU

This chapter is 18+, if you're a minor do not read this!

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Summary:

You and Bruno resumed your explorations after lunch.

Warnings: body worship, anxiety, love confession, explicit content, premature ejaculation.

Chapter 2

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Sitting at the kitchen tablet you greeted Abuela Alma with a kiss on her right cheek, while Bruno took his seat next to you.

As always Julieta's cooking was delicious and you cleaned your plate and made sure Bruno has done the same, occasionally holding his hand under the table, a thing that did not go unnoticed by Camilo who wiggled his eyebrows whispering "ay Tìo!" earning an elbow to the ribs by Luisa, making him cough.

"Tìa Y/N?" You heard Antonio's small voice over the chatting of the rest of the familia.

For the little Madrigal, you were his tìa the moment you walked through the front door for the first time and you found that so incredibly sweet.

"Tell me, mi Sobrino." You answered leaning over the table to hear him better.

"You and tìo are going to marry and make Abuela more...Abuela?" He asked looking at one of Bruno's rats sitting on his shoulder like the small animal just dropped the gossip into his ear.

It was your time to cough a little, glancing at your man who was red once again from embarrassment, ears burning hot but spoke kindly to Antonio.

"Not yet cariño, but when we'll decide you'll be the first one to know!" And he directed a weak smile toward Dolores because, of course, she was the real first to know.

"You don't ask these things to grown-ups, Antonio" Felix scolded him good-heartedly.

"But they stare at each other like you and mamà!" Antonio answered back.

At the table fell the silence before everyone started snorting and then laughing, even Bruno.

It was so rare to hear him laugh like that, it was another thing to add to your list because his laughter was like honey.

His shoulders shook and a rosy colour tinted his cheeks, highlighting his beautiful features.

When lunch was finished you offered to help with washing the dishes but Pepa sent you away with a wink and a knowing smile.

"Maybe my Antonino was right, what do you think Y/N?" And she vanished in the kitchen with a wide rainbow on her head.

Once again in your room, you noticed Bruno fidgeting with his hands while sitting on his bed in the same spot as before, looking down, like the floor was the most interesting thing in the world, he was feeling anxious again.

"Sorry for earlier, that rat was Gabriela, I didn't give her a role she liked in one of my acts, she was probably searching for a kind of revenge! But maybe she wasn't wrong...O-or maybe yes?" He finally looked at you, scanning your face, hoping for an answer.

"For the marriage or the babies? Do you want that?" You let out a small laugh, caressing Bruno's cheeks.

"Not necessarily in this specific order." he mumbled before slapping a hand on his mouth to shut himself up, he intended to think about it instead of telling it out loud.

The sound seemed to echo through the stone walls of his room.

You giggled and then assumed a serious expression, your eyes were bored into his, making him a bit nervous but for his own sake.

"Bruno, te amo. I love you with my heart and soul..." You confessed.

"I know, you show it to me every day...a-and before. I love my familia and I always wanted one on my own but...you know who I am and what happened. Y/N, I love you too..." Bruno felt a lump forming in his throat and gently tugged at your hips, silently asking you to sit on his lap again, he liked that position a lot because feeling the heat and weight of your body on his relaxed him. 

"Want me to resume our earlier activity? Or should I restart from the beginning, mi amor?" You spoke, placing soft kisses on his face while he was pondering his answer.

The answer never came, you felt him tense again, you thought he should have imagined something bad.

"Bruno?" You called. 

"I just realized that no one ever talked to me like you do, touched or kissed me...no one ever loved me Y/N, so I've never...mh you know...nunca hice el amor" he muttered the last sentence.

He hid his face in his hands, tears already treating to fall from his eyes and he started mumbling the way he does when something worried him.

"Bruno, we don't have to if you don't want. It's just fine this way! I don't want to force you into anything, mi Corazon" you heard him mumbling something that seemed "I want to but I'm scared".

"Maybe we can try things? If you don't like them I'll stop, promise." At your suggestion, he removed his hands and sniffed, nodding in approval.

You carded your fingers into his hair and kissed him with love, swiping occasionally your tongue on his lower lip until he get the hint, letting you in, tasting the sweet taste of mangoes you shared before.

Noticing that he had no idea of what to do with his hands, you put them on your waist which he grabbed on like a lifeline.

You swirled your tongue into his mouth gently, exploring it deeply and earning some small pleased moans from Bruno, goosebumps forming on his skin.

He was a quick learner and he tried to match your movement at his best before the oxygen in your lungs finished forcing you both to come up for air, panting from just an inch apart.

"I like these kisses" he stated breathless, looking down at your mouth and leaning in asking for more, you joined once again your lips together, making him curl his toes inside his sandals.

He secretly took some glances at you, slightly opening his eyes once in a while for making sure you were not a vision of his, that you were there with him for real. 

As you expected Bruno preferred to give in all the control you wanted, making you incline his head as you pleased and change angles.

"Can I remove your ruana?" You cooed placing hot kisses from an angle of his mouth to his jaw and neck, nipping at the skin there and feeling his quickening pulse against your moist lips.

He nodded and raised his arms while you gently remove the clothing and as soon as it was gone you latched on his neck again, his natural scent that reminded you of wood and chocolate, filled your nose.

The weak whimpers he tried to suppress were lovely music to your ears.

It took you by surprise seeing Bruno unbuttoning his brown shirt, fingers trembling and chest heaving, he tried to discard the piece of clothing like it was burning his skin like acid.

You make him pause.

"S-sorry I-I was kind of...I'm just hot" he stammered.

It needed every fibre of your entire being to not say "Yeah, you are." because seeing him with mussed hair, half-lidded eyes, swollen lips and red cheeks was making you light-headed. 

You removed his shirt for him and you did the same, tossing your blouse over your shoulder.

"Could you lay down?" You said instead.

He silently slipped under your form, laying down fully on the bed, hands on both sides of his head which was framed by his curls.

He was breathtaking.

Taking place once more on him, you caressed his chest travelling on his ribs to end on his abdomen, feeling every muscle shift under the skin.

Your hips hazardously rolled down on his and with a swift barely catchable motion Bruno was sitting up, hands tightly held your wrists.

"PLEASE, STOP!" He breathed desperately, green glowing eyes wide, he closed them shut the very moment later, tremors ran through his body although he hid his face in the crook of your neck, gasping.

"Did he just-...?" you thought.

Peering down you saw a dark patch spreading on his groin and your brain kind of short-circuited.

Bruno was feeling miserable, burning with shame, he didn't even have the strength to apologize, fearing he'd disgusted you.

"Bruno?" You called after seconds of silence, he was motionless and still hiding his face.

"I'm sorry! Please don't hate me, I'm sorry, I couldn't take it...don't leave, please" he repeated pressing on your neck more and lacing his arms around you, holding you tight.

"Oh, Bruno, I'm not going anywhere." You reassured him, caressing his head, making him look at you.

"Don't worry about anything, okay? I'm not disappointed or disgusted. Do you want to stop?"You said low, Bruno was glaring at you with adoration.

He inhaled deeply before answering with determination.

"I want to be good for you, so no, I don't want to stop" making you stand up briefly to toss away his ruined pants but keeping his soaked underwear on even if his cooling down release was starting to feel uncomfortable.

You pulled down your skirt making it pool around your feet and stepped out of it, Bruno was watching with his mouth open recognizing that he had never seen you without clothes before, his fingers felt itchy due to the desire of touching every inch of skin you uncovered.

Slipped out of your undergarments you returned to Bruno who was about to do the same but was stopped by your question.

"Can I?" 

"Uh, just don't expect much, I'm not very b-" you didn't let him finish and grasped the hem of his underwear and pulled them away.

"I thought only your older nephew was into jokes, Bruno. How do you want me?" You murmured into his ear making him thrust involuntary his hips upward, dying for the need of any kind of friction.

"On your back, if you want to."

He was on your body in an instant, returning all the kisses you gave him, he explored your body deeply and you guided his shaking hands to touch your breasts.

 It was a foreign sensation to him but he soon began massaging it and kissing your sternum.

 You encouraged him to move his pelvis against yours, lacing your legs behind him and starting to move sinuously.

Bruno moaned loudly and searched your eyes for permission he reached down, taking himself in hand and slowly pressing inside you.

It was your turn to moan because Bruno felt heavenly good and you let him know it, showering him with praises that boosted his confidence until he bottomed out to the last inch, stilling for letting you adjust.

"So good Bruno, so perfect my love. You can move now" you sighed.

The sensation took Bruno off-guard as he almost collapsed on you, the pleasure was overwhelming and the deliciously warm tightness of your body made him nearly delirious.

He moved slowly and deep, sometimes barely pulling out for just grinding inside you, your laboured breaths and moans were the only sounds filling the room.

"Dios mio, si- ah! Y/N!" Bruno whined between thrusts, he began to be incoherent, just sobs and low groans mixed with your name like it was to only word he knew as you whispered how good he was and made you feel against his parted lips.

His movements lost their pace as he approached his climax, looking into your eyes with desperation and love while his own green eyes started to glow brightly.

"Y/N! Y/N! Oh, Y/N!!" He screamed, thrusting one more time and stilling buried inside you, making your insides quiver and clamping on him as you reached your peak calling his name.

You were both out of air, lungs burning until the afterglow washed over you both, Bruno collapsed over your body and you played with the damped curls on his neck. 

Once he recovered, he rolled to the side taking you with him, caressing your shoulder and face.

"I love you" he confessed once more "you don't know how happy I am to have you in my life...Y/N, would you marry me?"

It was your turn to stare at him incredulously but before he might have thought of a negative answer you shook your head in agreement with tears filling your eyes.

"Yes, yes, of course, yes!" You laughed as he cried for happiness.

After more kisses and sweet words, you both fall asleep in each other arms, legs still intertwined and a serene expression on your faces.

[pensieri-di-dea]

Adoro svegliarmi presto, quando il resto ancora dorme. Osservare il sole levarsi in cielo, con una tazzina di caffé bruno in mano, é il dialogo con me stessa più sincero della giornata.

Gabriela Pannia

Buondì ☕

[roseblanchez]

gabriela, cravo e canela (1983) dir. bruno barreto

[princesssarisa]

Opera on Youtube 4

L'Elisir d'Amore (The Elixir of Love)

Maggio Musicale Fiorentino, 1967 (Carlo Bergonzi, Renata Scotto; conducted by Gianandrea Gavazzeni; no subtitles)

Metropolitan Opera, 1981 (Luciano Pavarotti, Judith Blegen; conducted by Nicola Rescigno; Spanish subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Metropolitan Opera, 1991 (Luciano Pavarotti, Kathleen Battle; conducted by James Levine; English subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Vienna State Opera, 2005 (Rolando Villazón, Anna Netrebko; conducted by Alfred Eschwé; English subtitles)

Theatro da Paz, Brazil, 2013 (Atalla Ayan, Carmen Monarcha; conducted by Emiliano Patarra; Brazilian Portuguese subtitles)

Teatro Manoel, Malta, 2015 (Cliff Zammit Stevens, Shoushik Barsoumian; conducted by Philip Walsh; English subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 2017 (Dmitry Korchak, Olga Peretyatko; conducted by Marco Armiliato; no subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Ópera de Bellas Artes, Mexico City, 2017 (Ramón Vargas, Olivia Gorra; conducted by Guido Maria Guida; Spanish subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 2018 (Benjamin Bernheim, Andrea Carroll; conducted by Frédéric Chaslin; no subtitles)

San Francisco Opera, 2023 (Pene Pati, Slávka Zámečníková; conducted by Ramón Tebar; English subtitles)

Hänsel & Gretel

Vittorio Cottafavi studio film, 1957 (Fiorenza Cossotto, Jan Poleri; conducted by Nino Sanzogno; sung in Italian with Italian subtitles)

August Everding studio film, 1981 (Brigitte Fassbaender, Edita Gruberova; conducted by Georg Solti; English subtitles)

Leipzig Opera, 1981 (Annelott Damm, Steffi Ullmann; conducted by Horst Gurgel; no subtitles)

Julliard Opera Center, 1997 (Jennifer Marquette, Sari Gruber; conducted by Randall Behr; English subtitles)

Opera Australia, 1992 (Suzanne Johnston, Christine Douglas; conducted by Johannes Fritzsch; sung in English)

Vienna State Opera, 2015 (Daniel Sindram, Ileana Tonca; conducted by Christian Thielmann; English subtitles)

Pacific Northwest Opera, 2015 (Sylvia Szadovszki, Ksenia Popova; conducted by Clinton Smith; sung in English with English subtitles)

Scottish Opera, 2020 (Kitty Whately, Rhian Lois; conducted by David Parry; sung in English with English subtitles)

Eklund Opera Program, 2020 (Christine Lee, Anna Whiteway; conducted by Nicholas Carthy; sung in English with English subtitles)

Amarillo Opera, 2021 (Sarah Beckham-Turner, Patricia Westley; conducted by Carolyn Watson; English subtitles)

Turandot

Mario Lanfranchi studio film, 1958 (Lucilla Udovick, Franco Corelli; conducted by Fernando Previtali; English subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 1983 (Eva Marton, José Carreras; conducted by Lorin Maazel; no subtitles)

Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, 1986 (Gwyneth Jones, Franco Bonisolli; conducted by Jacques Delacote; English subtitles)

Forbidden City, Beijing, 1998 (Giovanna Casolla, Sergej Larin; conducted by Zubin Mehta; no subtitles)

Teatro alla Scala; 2001 (Alessandra Marc, Nicola Martinucci; conducted by Georges Prêtre; French subtitles)

Gran Teatre del Liceu, 2009 (Anna Shafajinskaia, Fabio Armiliato; conducted by Giuliano Carella; English subtitles)

Chorégies d'Orange 2012 (Lise Lindstrom, Roberto Alagna; conducted by Michel Plasson; French subtitles)

Wichita Grand Opera, 2015 (Zvetelina Vassileva, Ricardo Tamura; conducted by Martin Mazik; no subtitles)

Teatro de Bellas Artes, Mexico City, 2017 (Gabriela Georgieva, Carlos Galván; conducted by Enrique Patrón de Rueda; Spanish subtitles)

Opera Hong Kong, 2018 (Oksana Dyka, Alfred Kim; conducted by Paolo Olmi; English subtitles)

Eugene Onegin

Prince Regent Theatre, Munich, 1965 (Hermann Prey, Ingeborg Bremert; conducted by Joseph Keilberth; sung in German; no subtitles)

Paris Opera, 1982 (Benjamin Luxon, Galina Vishnevskaya; conducted by Mstislav Rostropovich; French subtitles)

Kirov Opera, 1984 (Sergei Leiferkus, Tatiana Novikova; conducted by Yuri Temirkanov; English subtitles)

Chicago Lyric Opera, 1985 (Wolfgang Brendel, Mirella Freni; conducted by Bruno Bartoletti; Spanish subtitles)

Petr Weigl film, 1988 (Michal Docolomanský dubbed by Bernd Weikl, Magda Vásáryová dubbed by Teresa Kubiak; conducted by Georg Solti; English subtitles)

Festspielhaus Baden-Baden, 1998 (Vladimir Glushchak, Orla Boylan; conducted by Gennadi Rozhdestvensky; English subtitles) – Act I, Act II, Act III

Palau de les Arts Reina Sofia, Valencia, 2011 (Artur Rucinski, Kristine Opolais; conducted by Omer Meir Wellber; no subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Teatro Comunale di Bologna, 2014 (Artur Rucinski, Amanda Echalaz; conducted by Aziz Shokhakimov; English subtitles)

Mariinsky Theatre, 2015 (Andrei Bondarenko, Yekaterina Goncharova; conducted by Valery Gergiev; French subtitles)

Livermore Valley Opera, 2019 (Morgan Smith, Antonina Chehovska; conducted by Alex Katsman; English subtitles)

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up, based on the prompt: “camilo cheering up his family.”

I’m only going to do one person as doing everyone would take forever. And as Camilo cheering up his (side of the) family is a little overdone at this point, I’m going with his favourite cousin. Enjoy!

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Throwing Away the Dry Petals

“I win.” Dolores exclaimed, placing down her ace card.

Camilo groaned. “You win every time. You’re clearly cheating.”

“I’m better and smarter than you, Camilo, that’s hardly cheating. You can’t be mad just because I wasn’t dropped as a baby.” She said.

“Hey! I wasn’t dropped as a baby! Tío Bruno caught me! He just let go for a little…” Camilo trailed off. “Besides, Tía Julieta would’ve healed me. I’m her favourite.”

“You’re nobody’s favourite. You’re a pain.”

“Not true! It’s Mirabel whose nobody’s favourite.”

Casita’s front doors swing open almost hitting both the siblings as Isabela storms through, barely noticing them at all.

Dolores is unfazed, she no doubt heard Isabela coming. She doesn’t even flinch. And Camilo would be lying if he said he wasn’t amazed by how well his sister can keep herself so poker face, even when she hears everything. And almost got hit by a door.

“Hey, Bela! You wanna play with us?” Camilo asked.

There’s no response. Isabela just continued walking away.

“Isabela? Hello? You okay?”

Still nothing. Though, to be fair, she’s probably go far down the path to town to hear him now.

“What’s wrong with her?” He turned to his sister. Her gift was annoying most of the time, but it did mean she knew everything about everyone and it came in handy.

“Ramona broke up with her last night.”

Camilo was speechless.

“Isabela, Isabela Madrigal, was broken up with? But she’s always the one that breaks up a relationship!”

“Exactly,” Dolores said, dealing the cards. “She’s been distant all morning. I don’t think she’s slept either.”

“I really liked Mona. She use to give me and Toñito sweets.”

“Isabela did too.”

“But… why? Things were going well, right? It wasn’t like Viviana, who just flirted with Luisa the whole time, right? Or Sola, the one who just wanted to date a Madrigal? Or—” Camilo cut himself off with a gasp. “Tell me it wasn’t like Gabriela who didn’t like cacti.”

Dolores sighed. “No, it wasn’t like Gabriela. Gracias a Dios, ella no quería tener que lidiar con eso otra vez. Well… Ramona didn’t really give a reason. Just something about Isabela not meeting expectation.”

“Sounds like something Abuela would say.”

“Why do you think Isabela has been acting this way?”

Camilo stood up.

“Wait, where are you going? Don’t you want to play?” Dolores inquired.

“I’m gonna cheer up our cousin,” he answered, determinedly.

“If it’s egging Mariano’s house again, I swear to God I will tell Abuela—”

Her statement fell on deaf ears as Camilo was already sprinting away and laughing at the thought. It was always a good idea and it did always brighten Isabela’s day.

However, he really doesn’t wanna have to deal with Abuela or his parents making him clean the entire Guzmán house again. That thing is huge!

They always could throw eggs at Ramona’s house. Or anyone of her other exes. They could plant cacti outside of Gabriela’s. But he suddenly had a different idea in mind as he began searching for her in town, amongst all the chaos and people.

Camilo found Isabela sat by herself on a bench, staring off into the distance.

She watching a group of young adults, laughing and having together - though Isabela didn’t seem to be looking at them at all. Rather staring straight through them.

“Hey, Isabela? You doing anything?”

It took a moment, but Isabela did turn to him. Shaking her head, as though she’d been pulled from some vision like Bruno.

“What do you want, Camilo?” Isabela asked, not sounding angry but not friendly either.

“You know Eduardo Rodriguez? My age, plays football? Anyways, his older brother, Miguel, is getting married today.” He said.

Isabela blinked. “Um, congratulations? What does this have to do with me?”

“I promised Eduardo that I would go to the reception with Dolores, but she has a date with stupid Mariano and I don’t wanna go alone. So I was wondering if you wanted to go to La Hora Loca with me?”

His cousin didn’t immediately reject the idea, even looked to be considering it. A wedding wasn’t Isabela’s ideal way to get over a break up.

However, Camilo was nodding his head eagerly and encouragingly that she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint him again. Why Dolores didn’t just take Mariano to the wedding, she didn’t know - wouldn’t a wedding be a better date than dinner with the family? Never mind, this would be a distraction for Isabela and it wasn’t like she had any plans of her own.

“Okay, I’ll go. But you better change. You’ve split something on your ruana.”

“What? You of all people can’t seriously be complaining about stains! Have you seen your dress? It’s covered in who knows what!”

“Alright, I’ll change too.”

Camilo smiled, satisfied. He was going to get his cousin to smile too before the night was over. Isabela got up and grabbed him by the shoulder as he turned to walk.

“Insult my dress again and I will plant belladonna in your stomach.”

“Noted.”

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An hour or so later, having changed several times over based on the other’s complaints, they finally arrived at the wedding reception of Miguel and Vanessa Rodriguez.

The lateness was definitely the fault of them both considering themselves style experts.

It was times like this that made Isabela realise how many people were in Encanto and how few she actually knew. There were a few faces she recognised but she couldn’t associate them with any name or memory. While Camilo was effortlessly smiling and waving as he pulled her through the crowds of people.

He hadn’t really conversed with anyone though or even congratulated the bride and groom, but she didn’t really think about it. There was plenty of time for that.

Camilo was distracting her with a story of the last wedding he had attended - an old school friend of Félix’s. An event he ruined by sneaking off into the kitchen and eating the entire cake.

They’d been laughing and drinking for almost two hours at the bar when Isabela hopped out of her chair and extended a hand to him.

“Right, let’s go. We’re not sidelining this party, we aren’t Mirabel. Introduce me to Eduardo and the rest of your friends or the random people you know here from babysitting.”

“I don’t know ‘em. We’re crashing.”

Isabela stumbled backwards a little. From shock, not the cocktails she’d been enjoying.

“You don’t know anyone? I thought you knew Eduardo. You said he’s your age and plays football.” Isabela demanded, whispering.

“Yeah, he’s in my class and on the other football team, but I don’t know him.” Camilo shrugged in response.

Isabela raised an eyebrow. Then she snickered. “That’s a lie. You’re just trying to piss me off.” But Camilo’s signature smirk, usually one given to Dolores, made its appearance. And Isabela paled.

He wasn’t joking. He had invited her to a stranger’s wedding.

She quickly started downing a series of shots that some other guest had ordered and regrettably left unattended.

Camilo was all but losing it, clearly enjoying himself. Though he did lean over and say, “We can leave whenever. Just have fun and relax. What’s wrong with your cousin trying to cheer you up?”

Though Isabela wasn’t yet drunk enough to completely abandon her moral compass, she grabbed Camilo’s hand - a little tighter than necessary - and dragged him to the dance floor.

They weren’t hurting anyone or ruining anything. They were having fun. And goddam, they were good drinks.

So as long as they kept to themselves and nobody caught on, it was okay.

For the next few hours, the pair danced and definitely outshined everyone in the process. Pepa was an excellent teacher.

They took breaks every so often to return to the bar - Camilo did keep Isabela from getting herself totally drunk, which was just as challenging as Dolores complained it was. Though Isabela’s alcohol tolerance was impressive. In turn, Isabela did her best to keep Camilo from drinking alcohol altogether.

They partook in the snacks and cake, and even several photographs. Quickly heading to the bathroom when someone started to question them.

It wasn’t until Camilo ended up chatting with the groom himself that their plan had totally fallen apart.

“You must be a friend of Vanessa’s, how did you meet?” Miguel had asked, innocent enough.

“I’m not. I don’t know her at all.”

Camilo hadn’t meant to say that. He might have been able to save himself, claiming he was someone else’s child, but the way he flushed red and his eyes widened with guilt, there was no chance.

Meanwhile, Isabela had found herself chatting with the younger sister to the bride, Elena.

So when Camilo suddenly sprint by and pulled her away by the hand, she was confused but not particularly surprised. It didn’t take long before she matched his pace and they ran out the building, with several angry family members chasing after them.

They continued running until there was no sound of footsteps and shouting, and they were safely hiding in nature. They stumbled along a clearing overlooking their town under the moonlight.

For a few moments, they were just panting and laugh every time they caught each other’s eyes.

“We got kicked out of a stranger’s wedding,” she wheezed.

“And we had fun while doing it,” Camilo retorted. “Don’t tell the adults though.” He added, just to be sure.

“Why?”

“Why? So we don’t get in trouble?”

“No, I mean, why did you take me? You could have taken one of your actual friends.”

“Because you were upset and I wanted to cheer you up. Dolores told me about Ramona.” He admitted, gently. “You wanna talk about it?”

Isabela just returned to being distant at the mention of her ex-girlfriend. She had almost forgotten about her. The memories of last night resurfacing as she watches the stars.

Ramona had liked stars, was planning to go study them abroad. Isabela had ransacked her Abuelo Sancho’s collection of books to find some about constellations and astrology to impress Ramona with facts and things, and it had worked.

But she hadn’t changed or hidden any part of herself. Ramona was dating the Isabela she had always known.

Which is what made the comment about her not meeting expectations rough. They hadn’t discussed any expectations for each other - relationships didn’t require them. So how on earth did Isabela fail to meet something that didn’t exist?

Fuck. Dating Mariano was simpler than this. At least Isabela knew where she was screwing up: hiding herself.

She gasped when Camilo threw himself into her arms in a hug. Immediately, she pulled him tighter.

“What’s this for?” She asked.

“For you, duh.” He mumbled. Camilo was trying not to cry, laughing as a cover. “Fuck Ramona. It’s her loss, you’re brilliant. And you don’t deserve to be sad because she’s a loser.”

“Poetic.” Isabela said, sarcastically.

“I try,” Camilo flipped his hair dramatically. “I mean it. Fuck Ramona and her expectations, whatever they were. You don’t have to meet expectations. Expectations are just stupid. You’re you and you’re amazing. You’re one of my closest friends and role models—”

“That’s concerning.”

“Stop making me laugh. You’re ruining the moment.”

“Can’t help it.”

“I’m trying to be serious right now.”

“Good luck with that.”

He almost laughed, genuinely, that time. But he wasn’t going to let himself be distracted - this was too important. For good measure, he put a hand over Isabela’s mouth. She was smirking underneath; he could feel it.

“I know things about perfect expectations are still kinda hard for you, but don’t let this one idiot bring you down. Ramona doesn’t know you like we, I, do. There’s nothing about you, on the inside or outside, that needs changing or hiding, just because some random decides it’s not good enough for them.”

Under his hand, there’s a muffled, “There’s nothing wrong with my outside. I’m gorgeous.”

“Great! So apply that same logic and confidence to your inside. You can’t really believe that someone knows how you should act better than you do. Trust me, I’m an actor.”

“I can’t. It’s different.”

“Why’s that?” Camilo asked, removing his hand. Isabela was no longer smiling. He wasn’t asking to catch her out or tell her she’s wrong, but just willing to offer an ear— God, he’s more of Dolores’ brother than he realises, isn’t he?

“I don’t know. It just is…” she shrugs a little. “My inside was the part I changed, the part I believed was wrong. People are forming real connections because they like or dislike me, not my appearance. I’m not bothered…” she sighed, turning away. “We were doing so well and it just came out of nowhere. Mona couldn’t even give a reason. If it’s something I’ve done, how am I suppose to fix it for my next partner?”

Camilo nodded in understanding.

He couldn’t relate to his cousin, but what she was saying made sense. He could see why it upset her and why she blamed herself.

“You can’t,” he said. “You can’t fix it. Someone will come along and maybe they will like you or maybe they won’t. Not everyone likes everyone. I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong. If you had then Ramona would have an actual reason to break up, right?”

“I guess.”

“So whatever it is, it’s on her and it’s out of your control.”

Isabela nodded. She smiled a bit.

“Do you feel any better?” Camilo asked. Admittedly, a little hesitant.

She snorted. And for a minute, she looked like she was about to say no. Then she softened, “Yeah, I do. Thank you, Camilo.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he said. “It’s my job to make people happy, but I care about you. So it’s from a place of love, not work, okay? But, uh… Did you have fun tonight? Or last night? I’m not sure what the time is.”

From the grin covering Isabela’s face, he could already guess the answer, but being pulled back into a hug was the real confirmation.

“The most fun I’ve had in years.”

An idea crept into Camilo’s head, just as they started making their way back home.

“Hey, are you tired yet?” Camilo asked. He stopped and Isabela looked at him, strangely. “I’m not tired and I’ve got an idea how we can make this night even better.”

“I’m listening.”

When the pair awoke the next morning, they were instantly questioned by the adults of why they had been out so late and why there were several angry townspeople waiting outside Casita. They shrugged it off and laughed, claiming they had no idea. Ultimately, nobody worked out it was specifically them who had crashed the wedding. But the town was ripe with gossip about two infamous wedding rashers, and Dolores seemed to be suspiciously glancing their way.

And, well, watching Ramona clean eggshells off her roof was just the icing of the cake.

[acewithapaintbrush]

I wish you would write a fic where Bruno tries to explain the concept of the Ninja Turtles to his nieces and nephews after seeing a vision of them

“Turtles are kinda slow, I think.” Antonio points to the picture book he has opened on his lap and Mirabel dutifully leans closer with a ‘Hmm’ rumbling from the back of her throat to signal her interest. “I wish I could ask them myself, but we don’t have turtles in the Encanto. But this book says they are really slow.”

Mirabel is about to ask something when Bruno interrupts. “Except when they are ninjas.”

Antonio and Mirabel exchange a short glance before looking at Bruno. The man is too busy trying to teach Gabriela a new trick to notice them staring at him.  The rat is especially stubborn today. 

“Uh. Ninjas? Like in Luisa’s adventure books?” Mirabel wonders out loud. “But Tio. How could turtles be old Japanese warriors?”

Bruno finally gives up on trying to make the rat jump through a tiny hoop and lifts his head. His face is blank for a long time. The kids know that look by now and wait patiently. It’s the look their tio gets when he’s said something out loud that was not meant for other ears and now he has to backtrack to figure out what he has said that made those around him look at him as if he is crazy. The Madrigals try to not give him that feeling as much as they can, but sometimes there are things coming out of Bruno’s mouth that just make it a little difficult to not be completely baffled. 

Finally the older man shakes his head and laughs a little. He waves his hand as if to shoo the question away. “Ah. Forget it. That was a weird vision about the future.”

“There are Ninja Turtles in the future?” Antonio exclaims with stars in his eyes and clambers up and over so he can hang off of Bruno’s arm. “Really?”

Bruno winces. “Nah, not really. Sorry Tonito, it was just a TV-show. Or was it a movie?”

Mirabel snickers. “A TV-Show about turtles that are ninjas? Sorry, but that sounds kinda ridiculous. Somehow I don’t think that was-” she stops and coughs into her hand. “will be a very successful show.”

“Oh, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will be very successful. A huge franchise!” Mirabel tilts her head at the unfamiliar word and Bruno turns back towards Antonio who is still climbing all over his uncle as if he is his own personal jungle gym. “You see, it’s about four brothers. They used to be normal turtles, but then they got mutated-”

“Mutated?”

“Uhm, they got changed. By an outside force.”

“Like with our gifts!”

Bruno snaps his fingers. “Yes, exactly. They got a gift. They grew bigger and stronger and faster and their father trained them to be warriors. Ninjas. They have enemies and allies and lots of adventures. They live underground, but they go up at night to fight evil and eat pizza.”

Antonio is hooked.

“Wooooooooow! Is their papa also a turtle?”

“Their father is actually a rat who also got mutated.”

Mirabel can’t hold it anymore. She bursts out laughing and falls backwards into the grass, holding her aching stomach. “A rat! No wonder you like them!” 

“Who says I like them?” Bruno shoots back, but then leans closer to his littlest sobrino and whispers. “I love them! Sadly the rats don’t like the little carapaces I made for them. But if I had some turtles, I would totally do a play about them.”

Antonio vows to find his uncle some turtles one day, even if he has to leave the Encanto for that.

He wants more stories about these Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

[tsunami-subastas]

2017

OLA SOLIDARIA/ Más de 30 lazos de amor 

Más de 30 lazos de amor, es un proyecto que toma a la figura del amor como basamento catártico, formulado a partir de procedimientos de trabajo colectivo donde me propongo mirar y pensar la forma de vincularnos, utilizando y sugiriendo que la técnica que acompañe la propuesta sea el bordado.

El suceso que originó este proyecto data de 2015, cuando motivada por una profunda y dolorosa ruptura amorosa, di comienzo a la reconstrucción metafórica de mi propio desamor, encontrando en el bordado la herramienta que “arreglaba” eso que sentía destrozado. Esta búsqueda dio lugar a otras: los vínculos amorosos con el resto de las personas de mi vida y la forma que tenemos de demostrarlo, hicieron de mi corazón un gran tejido. Así es que se expandió y me animé a invitar a otros a trabajar. La propuesta fue sencilla: elegir una tela estampada, por gusto, por su textura, por su cuerpo, por lo que quisieran y comenzar a pensar el vínculo que cada uno tiene con el amor; el propio, el ajeno. El amor en todos sus sentidos, sin límites. La idea fue bordar, cortar, romper, descoser, agujerear, hacer lo que cada uno sintiera.

La propuesta es un ritual donde finalmente me reconstruyo en los trabajos de los demás salvándome, por ahora.

¿Dónde van los fondos recaudados?

Hace unos años conocí a Caro Soriano, mujer, fotógrafa, mamá, luchadora; la conocí haciendo fotos en el taller de Gabi Muzzio. Caro a parte de tantas cosas lindas y de que se le hacen agujeritos en los cachetes cuando se ríe, es la Presidenta de la *Fundación FAME Argentina (Familias con Atrofia Muscular Espinal). La misma se encarga de agrupar familias y pacientes afectados con Atrofia Muscular Espinal, que es una enfermedad genética neuronal, caracterizada por la pérdida de músculo esquelético causada por la progresiva degeneración de las células del asta anterior de la médula espinal.

Ella me mostró lo que significa lidiar con una discapacidad desde lo corporal así como también desde lo social. Me mostró la cantidad de cuerpo que hay que poner en una lucha pero sobe todas las cosas me enseñó que sin el amor, que es lo que la sostiene, no podría continuar. Caro es mi más enorme lazo de amor.

Por eso el fin de este proceso de producción, amorosa y catártica es recaudar fondos para que FAME siga luchando y todas estas personas consigan pronto la aplicación de la Spinraza que es la droga que cambiará sus vidas!

Sigamos construyendo lazos de amor, gracias por colaborar!

Agradecimiento especial a todos los bordadores que participaron:

Alicia Salvañá/Angie Strappa/Arturo Geminell/Belén Rimini/Betina Barandalla/Bruno Gloriani/Camila Gómez/Camila Sauan/Carolina Soriano/Cecilia Ann/Cristina Rosenberg/Delfina Forno/Florencia Giacobe/Florencia Llarrull/Florencia Luciani/Forencia Toba/Gabriel González Suárez/Gabriela Muzzio/Guadalupe Rúas/Inés Beninca/Joaquín Gómez Hernandez/Josefina Estevez/Josué Gómez/Julia Trecu/Larisa Luciani/Laura Pizzorno/Lucía Anghilante/Luciano Rondano/Magalí Drivet/Mailin Weiss/María Belén Gómez/María Cristina Pérez/María Gracia Paoletti/María Laura Carrascal/Mariana Pissano/Marina Ciuffoli/Marisa Betucci/Mariu Fondato/Martín Leonard/Martín Moreno/Natalia Trejo/Norma Rojas/Pamela Bavutti/Romina De Luca/Rosario Telleria/Silvana Scuisatto/Sofía Estevez/Sofía Meier/Valeria Bezos/Victoria Cenóz/Victoria Estevez/Victoria Gomez Hernandez/Violeta Martin/Susana Marcozzi/Adolescentes participantes del taller: “Maquinando Relatos” Centro de Convivencia Barrial Barrio Santa Lucía. Coordinado por Sofía Meier y Natalia Trejo/Alumnos del taller:  Pintura 2, año 2016. Escuela de Bellas Artes (UNR). Docente Titular: María Cristina Pérez – Norma Rojas.

[cherrybblossomsims]

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@João @Pedro @Ana @Maria @Lucas @Isabela

@Rafael @Carolina @Gustavo @Mariana @André @Camila @Daniel

@Larissa @Felipe @Natália

@Fernando @Juliana @Diego @Amanda @Thiago

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@Tatiana @Alex

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[pensat-i-fet]

i wouldn’t be surprised if he only hangs out with the portuguese clique imo. they’re the only people he banters with (remember when we found out he calls gabi j ‘gabriela’?). i think grealish is just the social butterfly of the team and that’s why we see interactions between them from time to time. i don’t think he’s close to the team outside of the portuguese guys

I feel the same. Maybe adding Rodri too sometimes. But again, it's understandable. Many of us here have probably lived abroad for a while and totally get it. It's not a criticism to anyone.

But still, I got so much shit last year for saying on twitter that the City Portuguese probably hang out with Bruno Fernandes more than with others from their team 😅😅 from both sets of fans. Well...there is a photo. Sue me! 🤣

[agendaculturaldelima]

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🌎 Cine Club del Banco de la Nación, presenta:

🎬 “OCTUBRE” 💸👶👪🙏

🔎 Género: Drama / Comedia Negra

⌛️ Duración: 83 minutos

✍️ Guión: Daniel Vega y Diego Vega

📷 Fotografía: Fergan Chávez Ferrer

🎼 Música: Oscar Camacho

💥 Argumento: Clemente es un prestamista poco comunicativo, siendo la esperanza su vecina soltera Sofía, que en cada octubre muestra su devoción al culto del Señor de los Milagros. Su relación comienza cuando él descubre una pequeña niña recién nacida, fruto de su relación con una prostituta desaparecida. Mientras busca a la madre de la pequeña, Sofía se ocupa del bebé y de las tareas del hogar del prestamista. Con la llegada de estos dos nuevos seres a su vida, se cuestiona acerca de sus relaciones con los demás.

👥 Reparto: Bruno Odar (Clemente), Carlos Gassols (Don Fico), Gabriela Velásquez (Sofia), María Carbajal (Juanita), Víctor Prada (Julián Gómez), Sofía Palacios (Sabrina), Norma Francisca Villarreal (Rosa), Sonia Palacios (Brenda) y Humberta Trujillo (Julia).

📢 Dirección: Daniel Vega y Diego Vega

© Productoras: Maretazo Cine & Fractal Communications

🌎 Países: Perú-España-Venezuela

📅 Año: 2010

📽 Proyección:

📆 Martes 29 de Octubre

🕡 6:00pm. 

🎥 Auditorio Artes de la Nación (av. Javier Prado Este 2499, 5º piso - San Borja)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre, previa reserva: https://info.bn.com.pe/Funci%C3%B3nEspecial  

🎤 El dato: Al final de la proyección se realiza un conversatorio con la presencia del cineasta Daniel Vega.