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brideofdiscord-rewritten · 1 year ago

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Bride of Discord Rewritten, Chapter 7: The Arrangement

Discord was still laughing huskily when they arrived at their destination. On the outside it looked as if it were a quaint little maroon cottage on a floating patch of earth, surrounded by fences and stone paths. Below the floating land was bridges that lead nowhere, other land plots housing trees, which melted as if they were molten. The grass had patterns unnatural and almost sickly. Some were upside-down. Coral floated in places it shouldn't. Surrounding it all, was a view of the Everfree Forest, desaturated and piercing. Jutting out at every angle was rot and mustard yellow.

Fluttershy gazed up at what seemed to be a dark floating castle to her. dark Cotton candy clouds surrounded it, raining chocolate milk.

"Like what I've done with the place?" the draconequus asked her.

"It's…" she stammered, "lovely."

"Wait until you see the inside!"

He carried her to the door and opened it up. Fluttershy's eyes widened at the interior. It was like looking at a drawing by M.C. Escher, with stairs leading to nowhere and doors hanging sideways. It looked like he collaborated with Jackson Pollock.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Discord said proudly. "Or should I say our humble abode? What do you think?"

Something drained her entire head. Her vision was fuzzy, as if her eyelashes stuck to her eyes. God, her head felt like the inside was expanding, pressuring the skull like a hydraulic press. Her hooves were sore, and unbearably hot. Her balance was gone and she felt her mouth go to mush.

He chuckled. "You'll get used to it, my dear. After all, this is your new home."

"My…my…"

Fluttershy fainted in his arms. He summoned a daybed and set her down gently. He gazed in triumph at his prize. how easy it would be to simply not give her anything? It'd work just as well if I tweaked the plan just a bit. The thought sent a shudder down his back. One that was known when somepony sees something terrifying. How disturbing, though? Is she not a living thing like me?

"She sacrificed herself for us?" Cadence asked in wonder.

"She thought she was the only one who could do it," Applejack explained solemnly.

"He told us what our freedom would have cost, but I never would have thought Fluttershy…"

She buried her face in her husband's shoulder

"That creature hath gone too far!" Luna bellowed, using her traditional Canterlot voice. "We motion that we go to that castle and demand he return the pegasus at once!"

Celestia put a wing around her. "No, sister. If the agreement made is broken, Discord could have the right and power to unleash his chaos again."

Her head hung heavy next to her sister's. "Thou canst not expect us to allow such an innocent soul to be tied to that monster! We know not of his intentions!

"This is all my fault," Twilight whimpered. "I'm sorry, Princess Celestia. I've failed you."

Celestia raised an eyebrow. "How have you failed me?

"You left me in charge of Equestria, and it was put in danger because I didn't take precaution. And…I let one of my best friends accept a fate worse than death!" She hid her face in her hooves. "I'm a terrible ruler!"

She stopped crying as her mentor lifted her chin. "To be a ruler means one has to make difficult decisions for the good of her subjects. There was nothing else to be done."

"It should have been me then! I could have handled him, I could have…"

"I am as distressed as you are, but this was her choice. Discord may do terrible things, but believe me when I say he won't bring Fluttershy any physical harm."

"How do you know that?"

"His nature is to corrupt that which is orderly, not to inflict pain. Some creatures…are not as evil as they seem. In the meantime, you made as best of a princess as you could. Now, your duty is to be duchess once more."

"So," Pinkie Pie sniffed, "what do we do now?"

"what we may do now is contact her as much as we can while we live out our days. To keep her as a part of our lives is as important to her as it is to us."

When Fluttershy had gained consciousness, she was lying on a couch. She glanced at her surroundings and the ring around her neck, realizing that the events of the day hadn't been a dream, sighing heavily. I've accepted Discord's proposal, saved the princesses, lost my friends and freedom all in one day. Now I'm engaged to the Lord of Chaos with no escape. Speaking of which, where was Discord?

Her answer came sooner than expected as the creature materialized above her. She squeaked and jumped to the back of the couch in surprise.

"Have a nice rest, my dear?" he asked.

She struggled to get her words out. "H-how long was I out?"

"About an hour or so. I took the time to decorate your room. You like green, right?"

"S-sure?"

"Of course, we could always share the room after the wedding..." He said, before laughing. "Just jokes, just jokes!" He began to walk off.

Fluttershy shivered at the thought. "Hey hey hey, don't go away!"

He turned his head 180 degrees, like an owl. All before turning his body to match.

"Um, w-when i-is this w-wedding exactly?"

"Oh, it could be next month, next week, or even tomorrow, if you like!"

"T-tomorrow?!"

"That reminds me. We need to pick out your dress! I know it's bad luck for me to see it and all, but given the circumstances…"

"Um, don't you think…?"

She found herself standing on a pedestal facing three mirrors. Discord was dressed as a tailor and taking her measurements.

"Now, let's see. I'd say you're a size four. Am I right?"

"Aren't you going…?"

She watched in shock as Discord made several wedding gowns appear on her body.

"Too frilly. Too casual. Too flowery. Not flowery enough. Too white. Too blue. Ooh, do you like an alternative wedding? I sure do! How's about a scene dress? Or what if we didn't go for the western wedding at all!"

He stopped at an ivory colored gown with green trimming. A thin veil draped over her head from a crown of blue daisies.

"Why, darling," he purred, gesturing towards her reflection. "You look beautiful. Your fiancé's very lucky to have you. Oh wait. That's me!

She couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "DISCORD YOU LISTEN!"

"Yes, my dear?"

She turned to face him. "Don't you think tomorrow's a bit…soon?"

He pretended to think about it. "No."

"B-but…I hardly know you as it is…"

"Do I need to remind you of the terms of our agreement?"

"I'll still marry you, just…not yet."

"Care to explain your reasons behind this?"

"Well…I…you see…"

"Oh, come now, dear. Let's not be strangers. Tell me."

She fiddled with her mane. "I'd wanna fall in love before I get married."

"Oh, there will be plenty of time for that."

Fluttershy swallowed her fear and narrowed her eyes at him. "You said you would give me whatever I desired, right?"

Discord fiddled with his hands. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"Well, I desire that we postpone our wedding. you said you wanted a willing bride, right?"

"I did, but…"

"I would be even more willing if we got to know each other first!"

A faint sense of tension cut through the air briefly. "Alrighty, okay!" He snapped his fingers, making the gown and mirrors disappear. "We'll postpone the wedding for now."

"Until…when?" she could not help but ask.

An idea struck him. "I'll tell you what." He continued as he circled her. "Every night, I will ask you a teensy question. If you don't give me the answer I want, I will keep asking until you do."

"And…when I do?"

"Well," he smirked, "let's just say that'll be our wedding day."

Fluttershy was confused, although less frightened. "W-what's the question?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now, you look hungry."

As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. "I did skip breakfast…"

"Say no more!"

An oddly shaped table appeared between them and they were seated on either end. Discord summoned a candelabrum as a last minute touch.

"What will it be, my dear? Chicken �� la king? Lobster? Does it need to be kosher?"

As he listed each dish, it appeared before her.

"Um," Fluttershy uttered. "I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh, right. My bad. Hay? Oats? Baked Alaska?"

"oh!" She beamed! "May i have cold carrots and oats? It's been a while!"

Sure enough, a bowl of perfectly large oats and cold wet, crisp carrots materialized before her. Discord then summoned a bowl of what appeared to be…

"Um…is that…paper?"

"Is it?" he said, taking bite of it. "Hmm, crunchy. Want some?" It was vintage pages of an old mystery series, Nancy Croup.

She raised an eyebrow. It was tempting, but it probably wasn't good paper. It had ink on it, and was likely parchment. "I'll…pass."

Well, he is part goat after all. Fluttershy glanced down at the dish in front of her, shaking as she lifted her fork. Discord was confused at her hesitation.

"It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking."

She smiled nervously and took a bite of the oats and carrots. The flavors practically popped on her tongue. It was refreshing!

"Delicious," she gulped.

"Perhaps you would like some dressing! Thousand-island or ranch?"

"Um, ranch? On the side for the carrots."

A bottle appeared in the air and squirted the substance into a small plate. One of them played that are only used by fancied ponies.

"T-thanks." Fluttershy uttered once the bottle had vanished.

"Anything for my fiancé!" He stared at her as she shivered in her seat. "You find me terrifying, don't you?"

She looked down at her hooves. "I…well… I'm not quite terrified. You're not as scary as a bear, Or dragon, or manticore. You just look like that, don't think I'm surprised by much anymore..."

He shrugged. "Perfectly understandable. After all, my appearance is quite…unique." He grinned slyly at her. "Yours, on the other hand… well, its unique in the other direction!"

He put his paw in the direction of her face, never quite touching it, as if to ask beforehand. She backed away, slowly as possible before her chair fell. Fluttershy forgot she was sitting. He caught her with his tail before she could hit the ground and lifted her to meet his eyes.

"What? Ravishing not a good enough word? How about stunning? Beautiful? Gorgeous?"

"Stop!" she squeaked.

"Stop what?" he asked as he teasingly.

Fluttershy wriggled out of his hold. "L-look, I…appreciate the compliment, but…"

She forced a smile as she returned to her seat. She tried to finish her food, but her stomach turned. It was nice to be complimented, but golly, it was uncomfortable. Maybe because it meant nothing after all those stallions said it to her. They didn't know real love, they just wanted her because... She had money? She had looks? Was beauty even real? To her there was no such thing, because nothing in the world is ugly.

"What?" Discord said. "Not used to some pony calling you beautiful?" He chuckled. "Well, you should get used to it, because I'm going to keep calling you that."

He made a gold crown appear on her head. Fluttershy relaxed, but it was rather heavy.

"You know what?" she said quickly. "I'm really tired!"

"Imagine! Our own little chaos corner of the world! No pony to tell us what to do! You can have whatever you want, be whatever you want, and do whatever you want! And I'll be by your side, doing all the heavy lifting!"

Discord scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous! It's hardly even noon yet!"

"Oh, but I didn't get much sleep last night!" She faked a stretch. "Oh yes, I'm very tired! I should really get to bed!"

"Oh, very well! But first, my question…"

Fluttershy shrunk. "Yes?"

He cupped her chin in his paw. "Do you love me?"

Her eyes widened. "W-what?!"

"I asked: do you love me?"

She was silent for a long while, about ready to faint again. Would he get mad if she gave her honest answer? But if she said yes, then they would be married immediately.

"N-no."

Discord shrugged. "Fair enough. Though here's a heads up, my dear. I'm going to keep asking you until you say yes."

"W-why do you…want to…?"

"You said you wanted to fall in love before you got married, so…" He gave her a wink. "Now, let's get you to bed, shall we?"

He picked her up bridal style and carried her to a door that was thankfully right-side-up. He opened it to reveal a room with wavy green walls. It felt like a perfect cottage with fairy lights and... Nordic weapons. For whatever reason.

"I know how you ponies are about gravity," Discord said, "though it is quite boring." He opened a white oddly shaped wardrobe. "Here are some clothes for you, in case you're in a fancy mood. If you don't like them, I can make a few alterations."

He carefully set her down on a canopy bed and gestured towards the chandelier hanging above. "Watch this."

He clapped his hands and the candles went out. Another clap illuminated them again.

"Neat, huh? Ooh!" He pointed to a record player. "In case it gets too quiet for you…" He moved the rod and the record played Fluttershy's favorite lullaby. How did he know?

"Oh, and if you get hungry in the middle of the night," he showed her a microwave sitting on a counter in the corner, "simply press one of these buttons: hay, oats, honey melon, pineapple, whatever you'd like! Except honeydew. That sucks. Oh!" He flew over to the windows. "And I made sure you got a great view!"

He flung open the green curtains, revealing the foggy, dreary forest outside. "Well, maybe not a great view, but hey, any view's better than no view!"

He waited excitedly for her reaction. Fluttershy was struck dumb as she glanced around the room. He had really put a lot of effort into this, and he seemed so eager to please her. She was starting to think Zecora was right, but it was all so much to take in.

Discord frowned at her silence. "Is it not to your liking?"

"N-no it's…" she stammered, "it's…fine."

"Was the microwave too much?"

"probably…"

"Would you prefer pink instead of green?"

"Um…"

"The bed not comfy enough?"

"It's fine!" she snapped. "Really, it's fine! Lovely, even! It's…nice. But..."

Discord accepted her answer and drifted to the door. "Now if there's anything else you need, just holler! Sleep tight!"

"Sly?" his reflection scoffed. "You're acting like a big softy, kissing up to that wimpy pegasus!"

Once he had closed the door, Fluttershy waited until she was sure he was gone. Then she buried her face in a lace pillow. It felt like a distant and tragic ballroom song echoed in her head. Like it was being slowly forgotten.

"Oh, Discord, you sly devil!" the draconequus mused as he admired himself in the mirror.

"Don't you understand? This is better than we could have hoped for! Listen, the ponies can't turn us to stone without the Element of Kindness, right?"

"Right. But what does that matter? They already promised not to use the Elements against us."

"Only because they didn't have a choice, but if any of our deals were to be broken, then we could be free to do whatever we want!"

"And where does the pegasus fall into this?"

He cackled. "I'll bet you by the end of the month, that pegasus will be so hopelessly in love with me, she'll do just about anything for me! She won't be able to use her Element against me, which means there will be nothing stopping me from taking over Equestria! And just think! I'll even gain a queen in the process!"

His reflection burst into laughter. "Really?! That's your plan?! Do you honestly think that little pony would fall in love with you?!"

Discord put his hands on his hips. "And why not?"

"Well, have you looked at yourself lately?"

"Hey, I have my charms!"

"Are you talking about the magic kind of charms or the wooing kind of charms? Because the latter is just hopeless!"

He grabbed the mirror. "How would you like to be smashed into millions of pieces?!"

"Hey, hey! Seven years bad luck!"

"Don't talk to me about bad luck! I invented bad luck!"

He lifted the glass, ready to destroy it. Then he paused and slapped himself in the face.

"What am I doing?"

He set the mirror down and stared at his reflection, which had returned to normal. He studied his distorted face and thought of Fluttershy's beauty. How could he win her heart? She had already agreed to marry him, but not because she wanted to. She only wanted to save her friends. Why would she ever want him?

He shook these thoughts out of his head. "Oh, what does it matter? There are other ways to impress a lady." He studied his reflection again. "Though maybe I should trim my beard."

Oh Discord, still talking to yourself.

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artemartinpietro · 1 year ago

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Joan Miró: El genio creativo sin límites que redefinió el arte

Sublime, innovador y absolutamente fascinante: estos son sólo algunos de los muchos adjetivos que nos vienen a la mente cuando pensamos en el legendario artista Joan Miró. Visionario que trascendió las fronteras artísticas, la obra de Miró sigue resonando entre los amantes del arte contemporáneo y continúa dejándonos asombrados. En este apasionado homenaje al gran maestro, nos adentraremos en la extraordinaria vida, los mitos y los logros revolucionarios de este genio artístico inimitable.

Un talento prodigioso que desafía los límites del arte

Nacido en Barcelona en 1893, Joan Miró tuvo un talento prodigioso desde muy joven. Su inquebrantable pasión por el arte se hizo evidente muy pronto, y el fuego creativo de Miró ardía con fuerza mientras se embarcaba en un viaje que marcaría el curso del arte moderno. Abrazó su individualidad, labrando un camino único que lo llevaría a convertirse en uno de los artistas más influyentes del siglo XX.

La obra de Miró desafía cualquier categorización. Artista de múltiples talentos, se movía sin esfuerzo entre la pintura, la escultura, la cerámica y el grabado. Su caleidoscópica obra es testimonio de su incesante búsqueda de la libertad artística y de una creatividad sin límites. Impulsado por su vívida imaginación, el arte de Miró está imbuido de una energía incontenible, rebosante de color, forma y emoción.

Uno de los aspectos más notables de la obra de Miró es su capacidad para llegar al subconsciente. Sus composiciones oníricas y su caprichoso lenguaje visual trascienden lo mundano y nos transportan a un mundo de criaturas fantásticas, paisajes celestiales y simbolismo poético. Sus enigmáticas obras maestras, como “La granja” y “El campo labrado”, siguen cautivando al público, invitándonos a explorar las profundidades de nuestra imaginación.

La mística de Joan Miró: Mitos, surrealismo y expresión creativa sin límites

Pero no son sólo sus logros artísticos los que hacen de Miró una figura tan cautivadora. Su vida personal está envuelta en mitos y leyendas que sólo sirven para realzar su mística. Una de ellas habla de su inquebrantable dedicación a su oficio. Se dice que durante la Guerra Civil española, Miró salvó sus valiosos cuadros de la destrucción escondiéndolos en las paredes de su casa. Esta anécdota ejemplifica su feroz devoción por el arte, incluso ante la adversidad.

Otro aspecto fascinante de la vida de Miró es su relación con el movimiento surrealista. Aunque no fue miembro formal, estuvo muy influido por la ideología surrealista y colaboró con sus principales figuras, como André Breton y Max Ernst. Esta sinergia artística encendió una chispa en Miró que lo inspiró para ampliar los límites de su propia expresión creativa. Sus obras de inspiración surrealista, como “Carnaval de Arlequín” y “Perro ladrando a la luna”, revelan la profundidad de su destreza artística y subrayan su impacto duradero en el movimiento.

No se puede exagerar la influencia de Miró en el arte contemporáneo. Su obra ha dejado una huella indeleble en innumerables artistas que han seguido sus pasos, atraídos por su intrépida exploración de lo desconocido y las ilimitadas posibilidades de la expresión artística. Desde expresionistas abstractos como Jackson Pollock hasta instaladores contemporáneos como Yayoi Kusama, el legado de Miró sigue resonando en el mundo del arte.

En el mundo cada vez más digital de hoy, en el que nuestras vidas están saturadas de imágenes, el arte de Miró ofrece un respiro muy necesario a la sobrecarga sensorial. Sus juguetonas y enigmáticas creaciones nos recuerdan la importancia de la imaginación, el asombro y el puro placer de la expresión artística. En un mundo en el que nuestra capacidad de atención se pone a prueba constantemente, la obra de Miró cautiva y encanta, ofreciendo un festín visual que perdura en la mente mucho después de que nos hayamos alejado del lienzo.

En conclusión, Joan Miró fue un portento artístico cuya obra innovadora y creatividad sin límites han cambiado para siempre el mundo del arte.el panorama del arte moderno. Su inquebrantable dedicación a su oficio, unida a su insaciable apetito por la innovación, lo han consolidado como uno de los más grandes artistas de la historia. A través de sus obras vívidas y fantásticas, Miró nos invita a embarcarnos en un viaje de autodescubrimiento y a abrazar el potencial ilimitado de nuestra propia imaginación.

Originally published at https://artemartinprieto.com/on April 22, 2023.

#joan miro #arte abstracto #arte contemporáneo

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acostumbradoalfindelmundo · 2 years ago

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Diccionario mundifinista parte 45 (sí, olvidé publicarlo en tiempo y forma):

Adultez: Enfermedad que aqueja a lxs niñxs, hasta el momento no se ha encontrado una cura.

Chiste: Mi vida cuando la ven desde afuera.

Chorrear: Utilizar tu verga como si fueras Pollock (definición robada vilmente a joeovario).

Ciencia: Religión laica.

Circunvalación: Todas las vueltas que das en lugar de decir las cosas de frente, claras y sin adornos.

Claridad: Hablar sin hacer ninguna circunvalación. // Ciudad habitada solo por personas que se llaman Clara.

Cláusula: Dentro de la normativa vigente y el marco de la ley, cada una de las cosas que le molestaban a tu novix y que vos nunca te enteraste de que le molestaban y ahora te deja justamente por todo eso.

Clínica: En mi caso cualquier lugar que venda alcohol.

Cobarde: Que tiene miedo de hacer algo y no lo hace por esa razón. // Persona que corre más rápido que quien cuenta la historia.

Coherencia: y la ballena pasó volando sobre tu ventana subterránea mientras masticaba a un ser humano en descomposición En la luna del sol.

Compartir: Todo lo que evita hacer un/a egoísta.

Comprender: Es todo lo contrario a lo que hace tu ex cuando quiere volver.

Conciencia: Lo primero que hay que tirar antes de dedicarse a la política.

Conflictiva: Persona que no se da cuenta de que tengo razón.

Copa: Vaso donde jamás se sirve agua.

Cortesía: Amabilidad en desuso.

Corteza: Capa que rodea tu corazón luego de que sufre varias puñaladas, una vez que sana.

Farmacia: Cualquier lugar que venda drogas.

Final: Punto exacto donde termina la mentira del “para siempre”.

Incompetente: Persona que fracasó en todas las áreas y por eso se dedica a la política.

Inseguro: Creo que tengo la definición de esta palabra pero no estoy convencido del todo de que sea la correcta.

Político: Eufemismo para hipócrita.

Robo: Lo que hace la persona a la que le prestaste un libro.

Secreto: Mi cara.

Sincero: Eufemismo para mentiroso.

Valiente: Que tiene miedo de hacer algo y lo hace igual.

Acostumbradoalfindelmundolandia: linktr.ee/acostumbradoalfindelmundo

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random-racehorses · 11 months ago

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Random Real Thoroughbred: MR POLLOCK

MR POLLOCK is a colt born in Argentina in 2017. By E DUBAI out of MISS LUNA LUNA. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/mr+pollock

#/mr+pollock

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personal-reporter · 1 year ago

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Mirò ancora protagonista della nuova mostra al Mastio della Cittadella di Torino

Dopo ben due mostre in Piemonte, più precisamente nella provincia di Cuneo, tra la fine del 2022 e i primi giorni di quest'anno, Mirò è ancora protagonista della nuova mostra al Mastio della Cittadella di Torino, in programma dal 28 ottobre 2023 al 14 gennaio 2024. In esposizione, nelle sale del Mastio, ci sono circa 100 opere, tra dipinti, tempere, acquerelli, disegni, sculture e ceramiche provenienti da musei francesi e collezioni private. Completano l'esposizione "Omaggio a Mirò" una serie di opere grafiche, libri, documenti e una sezione multimediale. La Fondazione Miró, creata dallo stesso artista in vita, cataloga circa 10.000 opere. Il curatore della mostra su Joan Miró a Torino sarà Achille Bonito Oliva, uno dei critici d'arte italiani e internazionali più stimati, con la collaborazione di Maïthé Vallès-Bled, già direttrice di musei francesi, e Vincenzo Sanfo, esperto d'arte e organizzatore di grandi mostre internazionali. La sede è assolutamente prestigiosa ed �� una delle chicche poco conosciute e frequentate della città. In questo periodo triste di guerre, entrare in un museo di Artiglieria lascia molte emozioni supplementari. È stato possibile visitarne solo una piccola parte poiché le aree espositive principali sono in fase di ristrutturazione ma saranno presto riaperte al pubblico. La mostra cade non a caso nel 130° anniversario della nascita e nel 40° della morte dell'artista. Il nucleo di opere che troverà casa nel capoluogo piemontese quest'autunno e inverno copre un periodo di sei decenni della carriera dell'artista catalano, esponente della corrente surrealista: dal 1924 al 1981, con un focus particolare sulla trasformazione dei linguaggi pittorici che Miró iniziò a sviluppare nella prima metà degli anni '20, documentando così le sue metamorfosi artistiche. Miró ha attraversato i più importanti movimenti artistici del Novecento, dedicando il suo impegno a una continua sperimentazione. Sebbene fosse amico dei famosi connazionali Picasso e Dalì, si distinse da loro per una vita meno esposta al gossip dei rotocalchi dell'epoca. La costante sperimentazione lo portò poi a lavorare con la ceramica e le maioliche, e persino il bronzo, ottenuto fondendo materiali di scarto, unendo così la più nobile tradizione con una forma di economia circolare ante litteram. Siamo negli anni '60. Con la ceramica, diede vita a opere monumentali, tra cui i celeberrimi murales del sole e della luna per la sede Unesco di Parigi (1954/56). Spirito libero, Joan Miró i Ferraz (il suo nome completo), si distaccò ben presto dalla corrente surrealista, giudicandola schematica anche tecnicamente. Dopo questa sua prima stagione parigina (1924/29), trasse ispirazione dalle pitture rupestri, dalla cultura africana e persino da aspetti particolari del cattolicesimo catalano. Importante fu anche il suo rapporto con la musica e le culture orientali. Un'altra fonte di ispirazione furono due artisti del nord Europa, lontani quattro soli fra loro: Bosch e Munch. Durante un primo viaggio negli Stati Uniti, nel primo dopoguerra, incontrò Pollock, da cui trasse nuove ispirazioni che mise in atto negli ultimi anni di vita, ad esempio bruciando e lacerando le tele prima di dipingerle. Da segnalare è anche un grande arazzo realizzato dalla celebre arazziere Scassa di Asti, unica al mondo a ricreare le opere commissionate filo su filo con una ricerca dei colori originali tendente alla perfezione. Il suo tratto distintivo rimane la semplicità formale, tendente alla creazione di un linguaggio universale e comune. Il periodo più cupo, con una certa involuzione stilistica, fu quello della fine degli anni Trenta, quando la Spagna, che si era salvata dal conflitto del '14-'18, fu coinvolta in una sanguinosa guerra civile. Il percorso espositivo, suddiviso in sette aree tematiche (Ceramiche, Poesia, Litografie, Pittura, Derrière le Miroir, Manifesti, Musica), è accompagnato da una importante sezione fotografica e da alcuni video inediti che raccontano il privato e il pubblico del grande maestro del surrealismo europeo. Alcuni degli scatti sono stati realizzati da alcuni tra i più importanti fotografi, tra cui Man Ray. Inoltre, viene proposta un'installazione multimediale per offrire una suggestiva esperienza immersiva nei colori e nell'opera di Joan Miró. Molto apprezzabile è stata la presentazione di uno dei curatori, Valerio Sanfo, che ha illustrato le opere senza pedanteria, evitando gli stucchevoli convenevoli reciproci tra vari personaggi più o meno autorevoli sul palco. Informazioni: Dal 28 Ottobre 2023 al 14 Gennaio 2024 Orario: 09:30 - 19:30 Dal lunedì al venerdì, dalle ore 9:30 alle ore 19:30; Sabato, domenica, festivi, dalle 9:30 alle 20:30. 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nqamariah · 2 years ago

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Trigatra (5)

IKUTI JAWABANNYA

Kondisi ibu yang sudah lebih baik membuat Rui sedikit lebih lega. Setidaknya perasaan was-was dalam dirinya sudah bisa sedikit beranjak. Hari ini bibi Rui ada yang datang untuk menjaga ibu Rui sehingga Rui berencana untuk keluar mengurus Petak Sastra sejenak. Urusan Petak Sastra akhir-akhir ini memang dominan diatur oleh Kama. Namun, tetap ada perkara yang butuh turun tangan langsung dari Rui.

“Ibu, Rui pergi sebentar ya. Nggak lama kok, Kama butuh bantuan soalnya urus Petak Sastra dan Luna juga lagi urus yang lain. Kalau udah beres Rui langsung balik kesini kok bu.” ujar Rui meminta izin pada ibunya. Tepat Rui mengatakan hal tersebut sang ayah datang.

“Ibu kamu lagi sakit loh Rui, nggak usahlah pergi urus begituan.” ujar Ayah Rui.

“Ayaahh…” panggil ibu Rui seolah menahan ayah Rui agar tidak melanjutkan ucapan sebelumnya.

“Rui, pergi aja. Ini udah ayah sama bibi kamu juga cuman lagi keluar tadi. Hati-hati yaa nak.” ucap ibu Rui terburu-buru agar sang anak bergegas pergi. Firasatnya mengatakan semakin lama Rui menetap di ruangannya maka akan semakin panjang buntut pertengkaran dengan ayahnya.

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Setelah menyelesaikan urusan Petak Sastra, Kama dan Rui menyempatkan diri untuk singgah sebentar di Iucha.

“Maaf ya, akhir-akhir ini jarang ke rumah sakit. Ibu kamu gimana?” tanya Kama.

“Alhamdulillah, mendingan. Mungkin beberapa hari lagi bisa pulang.”

“Kam, kalau tiba-tiba aku lepas tangan dari Petak Sastra gimana?” sambung Rui yang bertanya tiba-tiba.

“Sayangnya seorang Ruitami bukan orang yang akan langsung lepas tangan.”

“Aku rasa nggak pantas aja melakukan hal yang besar dan jauh sedangkan orang terdekatku saja luput dari jangkauanku. Semut diseberang lautan kelihatan, eh gajah didepan mata justru nggak kelihatan. Bodoh kan.”

“Di buku yang pernah aku baca penulisnya bilang begini, mengadili diri sendiri lebih sulit daripada mengadili orang lain. Jangan selalu menghakimi diri sendiri Rui!. Udah jauh loh kita. Kalau misalnya lagi berlayar dermaganya sudah kelihatan, masa harus putar arah. Selesaikan apa yang sudah kamu mulai Rui. Aku dan Luna mungkin bantu banyak hal, tapi jantungnya Petak Sastra yaa tetap kamu. Jantungnya berhenti semua ikut berhenti.”

Mendengar ucapan Kama membuat otak Rui semakin bekerja keras mengurai benang kusut di kepalanya. Kalau bisa digambarkan mungkin isi kepala Rui sudah menyerupai lukisan No. 5 Jackson Pollock.

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Sekembalinya Rui dan Kama dari Iucha mereka langsung menuju rumah sakit. Kama yang mengatar Rui sekaligus menjenguk ibu Rui. Setelah berbicang beberapa waktu, Kama pun pamit pulang.

“Rui, sini deh.” ucap ibu Rui sambil menepuk kursi disampingnya. Meminta Rui yang baru saja masuk setelah mengantar Kama keluar untuk duduk.

“Rui, orang dewasa itu sering suka melarang bahkan sering memerintah ini dan itu ke orang lain bahkan anak-anaknya. Kadang tidak sadar sama dampak tindakannya yang bisa saja terbawa sama anak itu sampai besar nanti. Sudah berapa tahun kamu nggak tinggal di rumah?” ucap ibu Rui sambil mengelus kepala Rui.

“Hampir 10 tahun bu.”

“Kamu itu anak gadis ayah dan ibu satu-satunya, bungsu lagi. Ayah sama ibu nggak mau membeda-bedakan kamu sama abangmu. Makanya waktu kamu pengen sekolah jauh kayak abang kamu, ayah dan ibu justru dukung sepenuhnya. Tapi kamu perlu tahu satu hal. Bagi kami orang tua, kadang kami masih menganggap kalian seorang anak yang masih perlu didikte dan dituntun dalam segala hal. Padahal kalian semua sudah besar, sudah bisa memutuskan sendiri urusan kalian. Mungkin ayah dan ibu sebagian kecil orang tua yang terjebak di masa kalian masih kecil. Terlalu banyak waktu yang ayah ibu lewatkan. Tidak bisa lihat kalian bertumbuh dewasa.”

“Ibu tahu kamu punya jiwa bebas yang kuat. Bahkan dari kamu kecil, kamu sudah ingin coba ini itu. Lebih aktif dibanding abang kamu. Ibu minta maaf yaa masih belum bisa paham Rui sepenuhnya. Ibu dan ayah juga masih jauh dari kata sempurna sebagai orang tua, kami masih perlu belajar. Proses belajar membangun keluarga itu panjang Rui. Kita sama-sama belajar yaa. Ibu dan ayah belajar untuk paham Rui dan abang. Rui juga belajar untuk sampaikan sesuatu ke ayah dan ibu. Kalau Rui nggak bilang yaa ayah dan ibu juga nggak paham. Bisa yaa?”

“Ayah itu bukan orang yang mudah berkata-kata Rui. Ayah itu selalu punya cara tersendiri menyampaikan yang dia inginkan. Mungkin Rui heran lihat ayah yang jadi lebih sering marah atau kurang suka sama kegiatan Rui, tapi percaya deh. Itu semua karena ayah kamu khawatir. Ayah cuman mau Rui punya hidup yang mulus, punya pekerjaan yang stabil supaya bisa berdiri untuk diri Rui sendiri. Ibu paham Rui mau melakukan hal yang Rui mau. Ibu juga paham Rui pasti bukan cuman sekadar main-main, pasti kamu sudah punya 1001 rencana yang ibu yakin itu semua bukan perkara kecil. Ibu tahu kamu pasti melakukan sesuatu yang besar dan ibu sudah yakin dari dulu.”

“Sekarang permasalahannya apa ayah tahu? Nggak kan? Coba Rui harus jelas, jangan abu-abu. Hidup ini harusnya kita bisa memposisikan diri dimana Rui. Maunya apa, mau kemana dan bagaimana caranya. Kalau mau hitam ya hitam. Kalau mau putih ya putih. Jangan ambigu. Oke?? Sekarang paham kan tugas Rui selajutnya apa?”

Rui pun menganggukkan kepalanya dengan keras sembari berusaha menahan agar cairan di pelupuk matanya tidak jatuh. Rui senang karena merasa kali ini betul-betul dipahami.

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Aku yang sepenuhnya sadar. Aku yang sedang bekerja keras untuk menyesuaikan diri dengan kota ini. Kota yang sudah lama aku tinggalkan. Aku yang berusaha untuk lebih betah dan berkenan dengan kota ini. Kota kecil yang kini kupanggil ia rumah. “Kali ini giliranku yang bekerja keras.” tutur Rui setelah menutup halaman terakhir dari buku Kama yang ia berikan dulu. Setelah pembicaraan dengan ibunya tadi. Rui memantapkan diri untuk melakukan apa yang seharusnya ia lakukan sejak dulu.

#tugasbesarwritingcareerclass #writingcareerclass #bentangpustaka #5cc

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bobdylan-n-jonimitchell · 4 years ago

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“Brutalist Erasure” collage and poetry by Christopher Luna (christopherjluna).

#Bob Dylan #Joan Baez #Frida Kahlo #Jackson Pollock #Fan Art #Fan Art Friday #Christopher Luna #Baez and Dylan #Collage Art #Mixed Media

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unevaguedeprintemps · 4 years ago

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Jackson Pollock

La donna luna

Collezione Peggy Guggenheim

Palazzo Venier dei Leoni Venezia

#art #paintings #jackson pollock #la donna luna #palazzo venier dei leoni venezia #collezione guggenheim

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leregirenga · 2 years ago

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"Ojalá pudiera preguntarte qué nombre quieres usar el resto de tu vida. Si te gusta ponerte medias en las noches. Cuál palabra prefieres aprender primero.

Cuando ya puedas decirme todo eso, te voy a enseñar a que no construyas una casa grande para sentirte más pequeña. Que no seas una refugiada de guerra dentro de ti misma, con un miedo constante por no saber cuánto tamaño mereces ocupar. A que no pidas una taza de sopa fría, cuando tu novio se devora el lugar entero, incluyéndote a ti. A que nuestros cuerpos no son frutas, 'figura manzana', 'figura pera', 'media naranja'. Eres entera, completa, intacta, ininterrumpida, de carne y huesos que sobresalen o se esconden como el sol que no tiene que decidir en qué lugar del cielo quedarse. A que no resientas que tus fronteras no son suaves como chicle de fresa, como las niñas de las películas de amor. Son pedazos de caramelos rotos, que rompen dientes al masticar y cuestan más deshacer. A que no tienes que ser chupón rosado, lazo rosado, Barbie rosada, cuaderno rosado, vestido rosado, Power Ranger rosado, aparatos rosados, cabello rosado, chequera rosada, tacones rosados, muebles rosados, ataúd rosado. Pero que si lo eres, yo misma te teñiré el pelo. Quiero que sepas que cuando un niño llamado Carlitos te empuje en tu salón de preescolar no quiere decir que le gustas. Que cuando Juan te diga nombres en clases de literatura no quiere decir que trata de esconder su atracción por ti. Que cuando tu primer novio Gabriel te grite en frente de tus amigos no quiere decir que es apasionado y se preocupa por ti. Que cuando Andrés te presione tan fuerte contra el volante del carro, que puedes sentir tus costillas saliendo de tu pecho, no quiere decir que te quiere. Que cuando un adulto llamado Tomás te empuje en la sala de tu casa, no quiere decir que te ama. Cuando tu corazón sea lo más pesado que llevas encima, no lo dejes convertirse en piedras dentro de tus bolsillos mientras caminas al agua. Cuando comparen tus ojos con el cielo, recuerda que eres una tormenta. Cuando traten de llenar tus vacíos con una boca de ron y promesas, asegúrale que no necesitas las promesas. Cuando te hagan un cumplido, no lo dudes, no te pongas roja. Cuando te encierren en el cuarto, rompe la ventana. Cuando te toquen y no sientas nada, bésate las palmas y afirma que no eres tú el fantasma. Cuando el profesor se equivoque, corrígelo. Cuando te llamen en la calle, no sonrías, por nadie. Cuando te enamores de un artista, no lo dejes convertirte en su musa: tus pecas no son un cuadro de Jackson Pollock. Cuando tus amigas te digan 'los hombres son así', tranca la puerta. Y cuando estés sola en tu cama pensando en la curvatura de la espalda de aquel que pudo haber contado los lunares entre tus piernas pero no lo hizo, llora. Pero no por él. Llora por todas las veces que oíste 'No llores, eso es de niñas' a tus hermanos, primos, vecinos, amigos. Llora por todo lo que ellos no lloraron. Llora hasta que inundes tus sábanas. Haz un océano. Ahógalos. A pesar de todo, quiero que sepas que siempre vale la pena pasar noches despierta pensando en la memoria de un rostro hasta desgastarla. Que las semanas que pasaste con el olor de su piel como vestido no fueron un desperdicio. Que no te arrepientas de crear un idioma secreto con sus besos o de leer braille en su piel. Que dejar en órbita algunas lunas nombradas con partes de su cuerpo no es grave. Que no importa cuánto tiempo pasaste tratando de limpiar los espejos de tus adentros, empañados por su respiración; esconde el vodka, cierra las ventanas, porque te voy a enseñar que el romance más importante es el de tu sangre como ríos, constantemente buscando salidas en tu cuerpo, para tejer nueva piel sobre tus heridas y poder mantenerte toda, completa, adentro."

("A mi futura hija" por Amalia Isabel Rago)��

#dedicada #futura #hija #amor #texto de amor #texto en español

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duusheen · 2 months ago

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It's Pandora's birthday! yay! 💖🥳

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 legacy challenge #ts4 screenshots #danny was there boo #im so ready for teen pandora 😌#pollock legacy #phoenix and roxie are besties and i love that for them 😭#gen5 #pandora pollock #miracle holm #jay pollock #luna pollock #brisa pollock #hope pollock #sterling atcliffe by rainymoodlet #phoenix pollock #roxanne sherman

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changingplumbob · 8 months ago

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Rotation 8 Wrap-up

3 promotions: Calista, Marta, Adam

6 skills maxed: Calista 1, Aaron 2, Keira 1, Rahul 1, Bob 1

4 new house builds: York, Villareal, Pancakes, Knightstone

3 renovations: New Goth 3rd floor, Moonwood Mill Library, Reece and Samir's Dusty Murder Shack

1 recreation centre: Tartosa

1 set build: Police station

10 birthdays: Deanna, Paris, Milton, Alfred, Rillian, Onyx, Bob, Reece, Silas, Carson (I don't think I've ever had so many before)

1 birth: Viola

2 new pets: Turtle, Seven

York Household, Chapter 8

Calista got promoted and is now a Captain in the military. Aaron worked hard and maxed a couple of skills. Deanna aged up to YA and was awarded valedictorian for her graduation. She dabbled with robotics and asked her girlfriend to move in. Kelly hosted a gold level slumber party and became bracelet BFFs with Anya.

2. New Goth Household, Chapter 3

Hamlet aged up from a kitten to a cat, he and fellow cat Gertrude became companions with James. James looked after Milton who aged up to a child while Alexander and Keira worked on finishing university. Joey started in the tech guru career and woohoo'd two more women. Finally the reappearance of Marta's ex Liam almost resulted in arrest, but he couldn't keep Keira from proposing to Marta.

3. Chopra Household, Chapter 5

Cassandra got a work rival but pregnancy and the near constant need to express milk has pushed him to the back of her mind. Rahul adopted a mini goat and mini sheep and discovered he's a perfectionist. Savannah and Mercedes were busy plotting against new baby Viola who is a cautious infant.

4. Villareal Household, Chapter 5

The household moved to a new home. Devin won a starlight accolade for her acting, discovered she was self-assured and became a 4-star celebrity. Luna mostly worked from home, bonding with the twins. Alfred showed me infants can push plates and Rilian blew a million raspberries before they became toddlers.

5. Pancakes Household, Chapter 8

We found our Pancakes in Brindleton Bay. Bob aged up to an adult amid working at his food stall and chef job to become a level 2 celebrity. Eliza completed 3 out of 4 promotion requirements, and the two agreed to try for a baby once Fergus is a teen. Onyx had their birthday, joined the cheer squad and expressed the wish to have a horse. Fergus bonded with his friends.

6. Woods Household, Chapter 1

In Moonwood Mill Samir got to work trying to figure out what happened to his parents. Following an encounter in the tunnels it became clear they were killed by a werewolf, but he doesn't know why yet. Being bit he has embraced becoming a werewolf. His boyfriend Reece mainly coped with helping Samir through the chaos but did fit in a birthday and some zen time before he commits to university.

7. Knightstone Household, Chapter 8

Adam and Suzanna traveled to Sixam only to find it devoid of aliens like them. The on earth aliens decided to move out to Chestnut Ridge, an area much friendlier to their kind. Silas aged up to a music loving kid and Pollock hit many milestones as he approaches toddlerhood. Adam was promoted to a syndicated superstar.

8. Foster Household, Chapter 8

Carson aged to a teen which turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. Between discovering he has asthma and getting a detention while sitting in class, he has developed OCD. Kayleigh completed two new masterpiece paintings and started to go grey. Harvey spent time with his fishing club and caught a couple of new ones for his collection.

9. Nishidake Household, Chapter 5

Clover was spayed meaning no chance of puppies. Charlie invited her parents around to give them a break from managing Carson and reached level 5 rock climbing. Kaori talked to the mayor and his wife about purchasing a neighborhood park. This led to her seeing Kiyoshi again, who says he will buy the park and gift it to her.

I think I'm allowed to say I'm proud of keeping up with the writing despite some ick bugs and am happy for all the stories and sims I see on simblr that keep my imagination running. Thanks for tuning in everyone, adieu Rotation 8! Here's to Rotation 9!

#RotationWrapUp #Rotation8 #sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #simblr #my sims #gif warning

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ursaspecter · 2 years ago

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Here's something a little different: My ocs! These are characters for a visual novel I'm working on. In a few words, it's a sort of supernatural, found family, coming of age story. Y'know when it's actually done and who knows how long that'll take.

From left to right: Ash (They/Them), Ollie (He/Him), Ivy (She/Her), Luna (She/Her), Joey (He/Him). They're all 15 except Ash who is 14 at the start of the story but turns 15 at the end of Part 1, and Joey who turns 16 in Part 4. The top image is of their Summer looks, and the bottom image is of their Fall looks. I also have variations for rainy weather in both seasons as well as formal clothes for the Epilogue at their school's winter formal, but I'll upload those later.

Under the cut, I'll put brief character descriptions and a loose summary of the story.

Ash is a bit of a shut in for someone who's so naturally curious. Their curiosity lies in the things unexplained like ghosts and the paranormal. They're a hobbyist photographer, a decent writer (of mostly Ghostbusters slash fiction among other things), and a terrible coder. Seriously, their Geocities website is held together with duct tape and safety pins.

Ollie is a snarky little shit who likes to piss off his mom any way he can. He acts tough, but it's all a front to hide his more sensitive side. When he's feeling particularly angry at the world, he channels his frustrations into his paintings. He considers himself an artist but has hated every single art class he's ever had to take for school. His main influences are Jean-Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring, and Jackson Pollock.

Ivy is really the heart of the group. She's the one most likely to call everyone up to plan an outing. She's also a big fan of fantasy books and movies from when her dad would read her The Hobbit as a bedtime story when she was a kid. She has a love of costume and film making and would often make little costumes for her friends to wear while they made short movies as kids. Most of them were reenactments of scenes from The Princess Bride.

Luna is a ball of rage only calmed by being around her friends. Her home life isn't the best, so she takes any opportunity she can to get away. When they're unavailable, she mostly stays up in her room listening to her dad's music collection he gave her or writing bad poetry to put to her decent guitar playing skills. Oh yeah and she also has metalbending powers.

Joey is as loyal as a golden retriever to his friends. He looks out for everyone and makes sure that no one does anything stupid while they're already doing something stupid like exploring an abandoned building or hanging out at the cemetery after dark. To pass the time when he's not playing video games, he likes to whittle small wooden sculptures or work on one of his woodworking projects in the shed.

In the Summer of 2001, Ash and their mother move to the town of Salt Flats, Texas. After meeting and being adopted into the friend group of the other teens, they spend their summer and half of their sophomore year uncovering the secrets of the town and the company that practically built it: Titan Industries.

#my art #digital art #my ocs #also ollie has cisboy cringe and joey has tboy swag. this is very important to their characters.#there's a lot of lore i've come up with but also i dont want this post being 500 miles long so you're all getting the tip of the iceberg.

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inbiancamagliadortiche · 3 years ago

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Peggy Guggenheim a casa con Jackson Pollock davanti al suo Murale (Mural, 1943), New York, 1946

Murale rappresenta il fulcro della traiettoria creativa di Pollock, che fino a quel momento dà corpo al suo interesse per l'energia e il movimento grazie a figure singole, come la presenza eretta e in movimento della Donna luna (1942). La straordinaria varietà di segni pittorici racchiusa nel Murale, dalle pennellate e vortici arcuati agli spruzzi di colore sulla tela, daranno in seguito origine alla celebre tecnica a colatura (pouring).

(fonte guggenheim-venice.it)

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pibxjodido · 4 years ago

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CARTA A MI FUTURA HIJA:

Ojala pudiera preguntarte qué nombre quieres usar el resto de tu vida. Si te gusta ponerte medias en las noches. Cuál palabra prefieres aprender primero. Cuando ya puedas decirme todo eso, te voy a enseñar a que no construyas una casa grande para sentirte más pequeña. Que no seas una refugiada de guerra dentro de ti misma, con un miedo constante por no saber cuánto tamaño mereces ocupar. A que no pidas una taza de sopa fría, cuando tu novio se devora el lugar entero, incluyéndote a ti. A que nuestros cuerpos no son frutas, “figura manzana”, “figura pera”, “media naranja”. Eres entera, completa, intacta, ininterrumpida, de carne y huesos que sobresalen o se esconden como el sol que no tiene que decidir en qué lugar del cielo quedarse. A que no resientas que tus fronteras no son suaves como chicle de fresa, como las niñas de las películas de amor. Son pedazos de caramelos rotos, que rompen dientes al masticar y cuestan más deshacer. A que no tienes que ser chupón rosado, lazo rosado, Barbie rosada, cuaderno rosado, vestido rosado, Power Ranger rosado, aparatos rosados, cabello rosado, chequera rosada, tacones rosados, muebles rosados, ataúd rosado. Pero que si lo eres, yo misma te teñiré el pelo. Quiero que sepas que cuando un niño llamado Carlitos te empuje en tu salón de preescolar no quiere decir que le gustas. Que cuando Juan te diga nombres en clases de literatura no quiere decir que trata de esconder su atracción por ti. Que cuando tu primer novio Gabriel te grite en frente de tus amigos no quiere decir que es apasionado y se preocupa por ti. Que cuando Andrés te presione tan fuerte contra el volante del carro, que puedes sentir tus costillas saliendo de tu pecho, no quiere decir que te quiere. Que cuando un adulto llamado Tomás te empuje en la sala de tu casa, no quiere decir que te ama. Cuando tu corazón sea lo más pesado que llevas encima, no lo dejes convertirse en piedras dentro de tus bolsillos mientras caminas al agua. Cuando comparen tus ojos con el cielo, recuerda que eres una tormenta. Cuando traten de llenar tus vacíos con una boca de ron y promesas, asegúrale que no necesitas las promesas. Cuando te hagan un cumplido, no lo dudes, no te pongas roja. Cuando te encierren en el cuarto, rompe la ventana. Cuando te toquen y no sientas nada, bésate las palmas y afirma que no eres tú el fantasma. Cuando el profesor se equivoque, corrígelo. Cuando te llamen en la calle, no sonrías, por nadie. Cuando te enamores de un artista, no lo dejes convertirte en su musa: tus pecas no son un cuadro de Jackson Pollock. Cuando tus amigas te digan “los hombres son así”, tranca la puerta. Y cuando estés sola en tu cama pensando en la curvatura de la espalda de aquel que pudo haber contado los lunares entre tus piernas pero no lo hizo, llora. Pero no por él. Llora por todas las veces que oíste “No llores, eso es de niñas” a tus hermanos, primos, vecinos, amigos. Llora por todo lo que ellos no lloraron. Llora hasta que inundes tus sabanas. Haz un océano. Ahógalos. A pesar de todo, quiero que sepas que siempre vale la pena pasar noches despierta pensando en la memoria de un rostro hasta desgastarla. Que las semanas que pasaste con el olor de su piel como vestido no fueron un desperdicio. Que no te arrepientas de crear un idioma secreto con sus besos o de leer braille en su piel. Que dejar en órbita algunas lunas nombradas con partes de su cuerpo no es grave. Que no importa cuánto tiempo pasaste tratando de limpiar los espejos de tus adentros, empañados por su respiración; esconde el vodka, cierra las ventanas, porque te voy a enseñar que el romance más importante es el de tu sangre como ríos, constantemente buscando salidas en tu cuerpo, para tejer nueva piel sobre tus heridas y poder mantenerte toda, completa, adentro.

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