#patricia chica

[cantsayidont]

MONTRÉAL GIRLS (2022): Picturesque but narratively undernourished Canadian indie drama, directed and cowritten by Patricia Chica, about an aspiring young poet named Ramy (Hakim Brahimi), still reeling from the recent death of his mother (Natalie Tannous), who moves to Montreal to become a premed student at McGill. After attending a gig of his punk musician cousin Tamer (Jade Hassouné), Ramy nearly hooks up with two local girls, Désirée (Jasmina Parent) and Yazmin (Sana Asad), and then chases after them both, quickly managing to fumble Dési in his pursuit of Yaz — who prides herself on being perpetually unavailable — while having second thoughts about his choice of careers. The cast and Montreal locations are attractive (although the film makes the city seem curiously underpopulated), but a straightforward story is undermined by weak characterization, embarrassingly bad dialogue, so-so acting, some clunky and predictable plot developments, and the unwelcome reappearance of my eternal nemesis "tinkling piano score." CONTAINS LESBIANS? Both Yaz and Dési are apparently bisexual, although the script never bothers to clarify the nature of their relationship (beyond implying that Yaz is just as evasive with Dési as she is with the men in her life, which is apparently a lot). VERDICT: Might play better if you're the characters' ages or younger, but way too pretentious and not nearly polished enough for grown-ups despite its appealingly glossy surface.

[rodspurethoughts]

Experience Diversity and Chi Energy Awareness in Patricia Chica's Award-Winning 'MONTRÉAL GIRLS'

Montréal Girls Jade Hassouné (actor), Jasmina Parent (actress), Patricia Chica (director), Hakim Brahimi (actor).Photo Courtesy of © Jonathan Shensa for Dig IN Magazine  Award-winning director Patricia Chica’s feature film, MONTRÉAL GIRLS, is set to release in the United States on June 2nd, and it promises to be a captivating and immersive experience. This coming-of-age drama follows the story…

[william-ba]

...the ghost found out that if he went away from the house, to a special place of sparkly light where the truly happy ghosts hung out, the ghost could never ever be separated from his family no matter where they went.

[alesandraelin]

𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 - 𝙾𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Description: Y/n Bonmati and Ona Batlle have just moved back to Barcelona after their stints in opposite sides of Manchester, can they keep their relationship hidden?

*google translated spanish*

The summer sun bathed Barcelona in a golden glow as Y/n Bonmati stepped onto the lush green pitch of the Barcelona training grounds. It had been a whirlwind few weeks since she and her girlfriend Ona Batlle had returned to FC Barcelona Femeni, their beloved home club where their football journeys began. Y/n, who had made her name at Manchester City, and Ona, a star at Manchester United, had decided to come back to Barcelona.

"Finally back." Y/n breathed the Catalan air in deeply as her head fell onto Ona's shoulder as they watched the sun set over the pitch they hadn't trained on in years but loved so much.

"Finally home." Ona smiled as y/n's head fell comfortably onto her shoulder, she pressed a kiss into her girlfriend's temple as they sat on the turf.

Their love had blossomed quietly over the years, starting with shared glances on the field and late-night conversations after tough matches. It had been a secret kept tightly between them, not out of shame but out of a desire for privacy in a world where their every move was scrutinized. Now, back in Barcelona, they hoped to breathe freely again.

But old habits die hard, and the fear of judgment lingered. Especially from Y/n’s older sister, Aitana Bonmati. The midfielder had been the main pillar of support in Y/n’s life from when she just began at a grass roots club to when she joined La Masia, the Barcelona B team and then when she went to Manchester for experience. Aitana was perceptive, her eyes sharp and her intuition keen. Y/n feared her sister’s reaction the most, worried that their revelation might strain their close bond.

Their first few days back were a whirlwind of training sessions and team bonding activities. Y/n and Ona stole glances and brief touches whenever they could, their love simmering just beneath the surface as they navigated the watchful eyes of their teammates. The couple had made the decisions to have two apartments close enough to each other they could walk over at any point and stay there so that team mates and family who came over wouldn't question them living together, let alone sharing a bed.

The team decided that it should be Ona who would host team bonding night, Alexia really just wanted to see if the apartment hadn't been destroyed already. Y/n was already sitting on Ona's couch in an old Manchester city tracksuit when the rest of their teammates started making their way through the door to the apartment, loudly disrupting the young girls attempt to sleep.

"It is not time to sleep pequeña, we are here to have fun." Y/n was startled as Patri creeped behind and grabbed her shoulders.

"You only get louder Patricia." Y/n huffs, giving her friend a playful frown before pulling her down into a hug. "Missed you amiga."

"Good to have you back chica." Patri let her go and sat on a seat next to Pina.

The loud laughs of the older girls talking to Ona had Y/n turning her head. "Are you sure you haven't broken or burnt down something yet Oni? The place looks to... clean." Alexia questions Ona with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

Y/n engages in many conversations with the girls she grew up with in the academy as well as the girls she had never met throughout the night. She met Mapi's girlfriend Ingrid, who was super tall by the way and Ingrid's good friend Frido who was even taller. She caught up with her big sister who was currently the favourite to win the ballon d'or after her performance last season and during the World Cup the sister won together.

As it got later, the girls started to say their goodbyes and go back home. Aitana approached her little sister offering to take her back home. "It is alright Tana, I'm staying overnight with Ona, it's tradition to sleep over before we start the season remember." Y/n makes the excuse, reminding the older sister of the times y/n and Ona slept over at each others houses before the seasons began when in the youth teams.

"Only if you are sure hermana, te amo." Aitana said slightly suspicious but still said her goodbyes to her sister and Ona before heading home.

As all their guests had left, y/n let out a dramatic sigh and sat back down on the couch tiredly. Ona quickly joined her girlfriend, pulling y/n's legs over her lap before pressing a kiss to y/n's lips which she returned. "Come on amor, we have training tomorrow, bed time now."

"Yes please." Y/n replied, her girlfriend picking her up and taking them to bed to replenish before their first training session back with the team.

The next morning, under the bright Catalan sun, the team gathered for a rigorous training session. Jonatan gave instructions with his usual blend of authority and encouragement, setting the tone for the day’s drills. Y/n and Ona found themselves on the same team during a scrimmage, giving each other a smirk as they grabbed their bibs.

The scrimmage began the play went back and forth, Ona intercepting passes and y/n attempting to build forward on the wings. One mistake from Salma gave Ona the ball, she spotted y/n with wide space, the rest of the players being marked, she expertly delivered y/n the ball and the other team's defenders scrambled to keep up withy y/n. Y/n was one on one with Sandra who was that light bit off her line giving her the opportunity. She brang her foot back and gave the ball a powerful strike, ending in the back of the net.

Ona instantly came up to her girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her head and patted her back as the game continued. The interaction raised the eyebrows of Alexia, Patri, Mapi, Ingrid and Marta. Aitana's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she saw the kiss but brushed it off, the couple were nothing more than best friends in her eyes, they had always been that way.

Later that afternoon, during a break in training, Y/n and Ona found a quiet spot by the sidelines. Ona leaned against the fence, catching her breath, while Y/n stood beside her, a smile playing on her lips.

“You were brilliant out there,” Y/n complimented, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ona’s forehead.

Ona grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride. “You weren’t bad yourself, Bonmati. You always know how to surprise me.”

Y/n chuckled softly, leaning closer. “It’s all part of my plan to keep you on your toes.”

Ona’s laughter mingled with the sounds of the training ground, a melody that echoed the joy they felt in each other’s presence. She reached for Y/n’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I’m glad we’re back here,” Ona confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” Y/n admitted, her gaze softening as she met Ona’s eyes. “It feels like we’re finally where we belong.” Their moment was interrupted by the approach of their teammates, laughter and banter filling the air. Y/n and Ona reluctantly let go of each other’s hands.

The whistle blew, marking the end of a thrilling match at Estadi Johan Cruyff. FC Barcelona Femeni had secured a decisive victory against Levante, thanks in part to Y/n Bonmati’s stellar performance – a goal scored and a perfectly executed assist to Caro that sealed the win. The stadium erupted in applause, fans chanting their names as the players made their way off the field.

Amidst the jubilation, Y/n and Ona Batlle lingered on the sidelines, caught up in the adrenaline rush of the game and the sweet taste of victory. Ona’s eyes sparkled with pride as she watched Y/n interact with their teammates, her heart swelling with admiration for the woman beside her.

"You played so well amor, it's like we never left." Ona said in y/n's ear, her mouth against her ear and her hands around the winger's waist.

"You did too cariño, so good to be back." y/n replied as she melted into the older girl's touch. "Let's go back to the dressing room." The two walked down the tunnel with Ona's arm around her shoulder and y/n's wrapped around Ona's torso.

Ona, her eyes glowing with pride and affection, couldn't resist pulling Y/n into a passionate kiss, unable to contain her joy and love for the woman who had just shone so brightly on the pitch.

Their lips met in a tender embrace, the taste of victory mingling with the sweetness of their love. They lost themselves in each other, oblivious to the world outside the dressing room, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their shared passion

Unbeknownst to them, Marta and Alexia had returned early from their post-match interviews. They rounded the corner into the dressing room, laughter dying on their lips as they caught sight of Y/n and Ona locked in a tender kiss.

Marta's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Alexia stood frozen in place, her gaze alternating between the couple and the doorway, unsure of what to do next. The air crackled with tension as Y/n and Ona slowly pulled apart, their cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and affection.

"Marta, Alexia," Y/n stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We... um..."

"I think we know what's happening pequeña." Alexia laughed slightly as Ona scratched the back of her head embarrassed. Marta stifling her laughter.

"I knew it, Caro owes me 10 euros." Marta laughed triumphantly. "We had a feeling," Marta admitted, her voice gentle yet firm. "But seeing you both like this... It's clear how much you mean to each other."

Alexia nodded in agreement, her expression softening. "You don't have to explain yourselves, Y/n, Ona. We're happy for you."

Before Y/n could respond, the locker room door swung open, revealing the rest of the team. The players filed in, their voices mingling with the echoes of celebration from outside. Asisat and Caroline exchanged knowing glances, while Pina and Patri whispered excitedly to each other.

Mariona, always one for drama, gasped dramatically. "Well, well, well! What do we have here?"

Y/n and Ona exchanged a sheepish look, their cheeks burning with embarrassment. Aitana, standing beside Keira, smirked at her sister's red face.

“You’re together,” Aitana stated, her voice a mixture of surprise and understanding.

Y/n nodded, her gaze steady. “Yes, Aitana. Ona and I are together.”

A silence settled over them, broken only by the distant sounds of celebration from the stadium outside. Aitana studied her sister’s face, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Instead, she found only a quiet resolve and a love that radiated from Y/n’s eyes.

After a moment that stretched into eternity, Aitana’s expression softened. She stepped forward, enveloping Y/n and Ona in a warm embrace. Tears pricked at the corners of Y/n’s eyes as relief flooded through her, the weight of secrecy finally lifted from her shoulders.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Aitana whispered, her voice filled with genuine joy. “You deserve every happiness hermana.” Aitana told her sister before looking to Ona. "And you, treat her good or else." Aitana tried to be intimidating as she looked up to Ona who stood a few inches taller.

"Don't worry Aita, she's mi amor, I will never hurt her." Ona laughed at her girlfriend's sister.

As the two lovers were left as the rest of the team changed out of their kits, they remained seated on the bench, arms wrapped around each other. "Te amo mucho Oni." Y/n whispered in Ona's ear.

Ona brought her head down to peck y/n's lips. "Te amo mucho más, cariño".

[wumysyp]

So yeah it, here's a little info about my mci because someone asked me about it but I accidentally lost the question-

(Please be patient, I'm new to Tumblr)

Here I made a picture of the funny aspects of mci including the puppet soul and Golden Freddy (In my au, I don't know if I said it before but Sammy dies and possesses Puppet instead of Charlie. The typical what if)

Gabriel is the oldest of the group because he is best friends with Michael Afton, aka, one of the bullies in FNAF 4.

I hope I don't go on too long with the information. (I'll probably exaggerate)

I'll start with the youngest of the group, Susie or in my au Susie Edwards. Susie has a sister named Sam (Samantha, but that's how Susie calls her sister)

Susie doesn't have a father because her parents are divorced, but we only know that her father is a millionaire! Although that doesn't matter much when Susie and Sam live with their mother Patricia, who is also a successful woman with her beauty salon. s l a y

Patrícia, Susie and Sam. and the dog? We don't even mention the dog.... :(

Susie was introduced to the reading group by her sister Sam. (I forgot to say that Sam deaf-mute. Cassidy knows sign language and that's what made her integrate Sam into that group.Another slay for Cassidy) From there, Susie became friends with Fritz, Jeremy, and Cassidy. Especially Cassidy, Sometimes Cassidy visits Susie to get a free skin routine by Patricia who is a very kind woman :3

Cassidy and Susie with face masks and each other forgot how long they should leave it.

Now we go with Jeremy and Fritz! I'm not going to go through each one individually because they have a lot of information-

Let's start with Jeremy, he is the son of an Irish father and an Indian mother :0

Jeremy also has an older brother who loves a lot but for some reason his brother does not show that same affection.(Maybe because his brother is Michael Afton's best friend too, yes, he is a bully too, the one with the chica mask.)

It could also be that his brother doesn't treat Jeremy so well because of a strange favoritism of his mother towards Jeremy that Jeremy himself is not aware of:(

[vintageurovision]

Spain in the Eurovision Song Contest: The 1980s

1980 - Quédate Esta Noche, Trigo Limpio

1981 - Y Solo Tú, Bacchelli

1982 - Él, Lucía

1983 - ¿quién Maneja Mi Barca?, Remedios Amaya

1984 - Lady, Lady, Bravo

1985 - La Fiesta Terminó, Paloma San Basilio

1986 - Valentino, Cadillac

1987 - No Estás Solo, Patricia Kraus

1988 - La Chica Que Yo Quiero (made In Spain), La Década

1989 - Nacida Para Amar, Nina

[poetailurofilica]

SUEÑO 14/08/2024

Este trauma no me deja vivir. O estás invocando me y eso me molesta. Me revienta que pienses en mí Patricia Susana pedazo de pendeja hija de mil puta. BASTA.

Estoy normal en mi vida cotidiana, atravesando esta situación de no tener lugar propio donde vivirla y pareciera que un techo hoy día es más complicado que en cualquier otro jueguito que conocí. Es casi como el dont starve. Sólo que mí noche son los sueños.

Se sentaron a comer con tu hermano. Tíos" si se los puede llamar, gente que tampoco se acercó nunca a preguntar si quiera por mí, a defenderme cuando me hacían mierda de chica. Todos aplaudiendo el odio y la violencia. Y ahora todos condensndome a mí como si fuera un puto error estar viva nomás ...

Les digo: BASTA. DIOS NO ESTÁ DISPONIBLE PARA LAS MIERDAS QUE SON USTEDES. Y se asustan, creen que no tengo derecho a tal poder. Que estoy delirando y que todo es una fantasía psicológica porque "estoy loca".

Les reclamo, a ustedes que se hacían pasar por mí familia: que porque no me defendieron cuando me maltrataban. Porque no me ayudaron cuando quería un abrazo...

"porque me has abandonado..."

Les aseguro:

SOY MAS HIJA DIRECTA DE DIOS que de tu vientre maltratado. Que de tus pulmones intoxicados. Y que del abandono continúo. Tal es así, que el universo me adoptó como criada del tiempo.

Forjo en mí la espada máxima contra el asecho, y toda esa rebeldía en realidad sólo eran lágrimas de dolor por cada vez me sentí sola.

Ahora estoy sola. Y así moriré. No importa.

Elijo la soledad porque nunca me defrauda. Nunca me abandona, y al final , es la única que siempre me espera.

Te convierto en ratón, y yo en cucaracha. Corrimos. Me persigues aún, pero jamás podrás alcanzarme.vieja gorda y asquerosa... te lo dije y te lo repito: no te vas todavía. Te vas a quedar a terminar el jueguito que empezaste vos solita tmb.

Yo? Ya no existo ahí. Es todo.

Fin.

@poetailurofilica

[krispenelopebacon]

Missing children headcanons because why not

Susie Hopkins 

• Daughter of Patricia and Leon Hopkins, and older sister of Samantha Hopkins 

•    Died at 10, tying for the second oldest of the five children 

•   Died first (minus Charlie) by ingesting antifreeze 

• Stuffed into Chica the Chicken 

•      Leon owned Jr’s, that bar in Midnight Motorist. That’s how he already knew William and Henry. Susie was probably friends with Elizabeth 

•     Wealthy, but not spoiled 

•     Sweet, cheery and tends to anthropomorphize, but can be very naïve  

Jeremiah "Jeremy" Belanger 

• Son of Ken and Suong Belanger, and younger brother of Thùy Belanger 

•   Also died at 10, tying for second oldest with Susie 

• Died second by being left in a subzero freezer overnight and contracting hypothermia/sepsis 

•    Stuffed into Bonnie the Bunny 

•     Parents both worked late, so he was often left alone with a nanny or day camp 

•     Very much resented this, came to be very independent  

•   Very smart, reads a lot 

•    Secretly a nerd, loves science fiction 

•    Seems pretentious at first, but all he really wants to do is infodump about robots. 

• Gay af but it’s the 80s and he’s a small isolated child. Has a big ol schoolboy crush on Fritz 

Fritz Armstrong-Lopez  

• Son of Manuel Lopez and an unknown (to him anyway) woman with the last name Armstrong 

•   Died at 11, making him the oldest of the missing children 

•   Died third from a split skull via a fire axe 

•   Stuffed into Foxy the Pirate Fox 

• Absolutely loves the concept of pirates. Will not shut up about it. You’re gonna hear pirate facts whether you like it or not. 

• Loves dogs. Would probably have a dog if they didn't move around so much. He even had a name picked out and everything: Rocky 

• Likes to get into things he rather shouldn’t  

• Gay af but doesn’t know you can do that yet. Is happily oblivious to Jeremy’s crush 

• Saw Jeremy get lured away by Afton, but as nobody else did Afton was released. Fritz being the catalyst for his original imprisonment was the reason Will targeted him next 

• His father, Manuel, tries using his job to investigate William and look for his son but ends up being put in a springlock suit by William and dying, becoming Shadow Bonnie 

Gabriel Rogers 

• Son of Theodore and Adeline Rogers, elder twin of Cassidy Rogers, and grandson of Johan Rogers 

• Died at 9, tying with Cassidy for youngest of the missing children 

• Died fourth from a stab wound to the heart 

• Stuffed into Freddy Fazbear 

• Quite mellow and carefree, with his only concern being that everyone is happy. Strangely opposite to Freddy Fazbear, he doesn’t tend to lead, instead preferring to be a mediator to his more confrontational sister 

• Likes video games and space travel. Is obsessed with the first moon landing. 

• Hs a small growing grudge against his sister. Although he loves her and they’re best friends, he feels a small bit of resentment about his sister getting so much attention while he was basically neglected by both parents (this comes to a head during a potential UCN fic, where he says that Cassidy thinks the world revolves around her and leaves her alone in her hellspace. I like to think they resolved it in the afterlife though) 

Cassidy Rogers 

• Daughter of Theodore and Adeline Rogers, younger twin of Gabriel Rogers, and granddaughter of Johan Rogers 

• Died at 9, tying with Gabriel for the youngest of the missing children 

• Died last from a slit throat and a springlocking 

• Stuffed into Golden Freddy AKA Fredbear 

• Angy. So very, very angy 

• Very prickly and defensive. The only reason she doesn’t start more fights she loses is because Gabriel steps in before things get worse 

• Has onset retinitis pigmentosa, which means that, as of her time of death, she had no night vision whatsoever and her peripheral vision was dwindling. Had she not died, she would have eventually lost her central vision as well and been declared legally blind 

• Her mother basically figured that she wouldn’t be able to do anything, and therefore did the Toph thing where Cassidy was stripped of all agency. This led to her acting out in the outbursts we see from her 

• Was close with her grandpa before he died in 1987, as he was the only person besides her brother who wouldn't treat her like she was completely helpless. They used to go fishing 

• Likely aroace and/or gray-asexual but doesn’t know it 

[byronamartin]

Director Patricia Chica celebrates BEST DEBUT FEATURE at the 2023 #FeFF with MONTREAL GIRLS

[nightmaretherabbit]

I haven't followed you for too long- who are your FNAF OCs?

Take a look in the

#my fnaf oc

Tag to see them but we have

Mark Edwards (Bonnie Bully)

Simon Williams (Chica Bully)

Fredrick Ralston (Freddy Bully)

Raymond Hoffman (Police man)

Sweettart Toy Bonnie (FNaF ar)

Sunbeam Freddy (Fnaf ar)

Cassandra Edwards (Mark's mom)

Jorge Edwards (Mark's dad)

Patricia Williams (Simon's mom)

Vincent Bishop Afton (William's brother)

I can't remember all of them rn but check that mentioned tag on here or my fnaf sideblog @nightmaretherabbitsideblog1

[elementalgod-aj]

Anthro Allies Remastered (Part 4)

Part Two of the mammals

Lagomorphs

Sprint (Rabbit hybrid)

Gregory ( Continental Giant/Flemish Giant)

Eira (Snowshoe Hare)

Jack/Seac (Hare/ Jackrabbit)

Chica (Pika)

Ignatius (Volcano Rabbit)

Rodents

Zuke (Grasshopper Mouse), Peak (House/Field Mouse), Duke (Pack rat), Sneak (Black/Brown Rat), Poke (Spiny Mouse), Mesh (Maned Rat). Bound (Jerboa), Branch (Birch Mouse), Squeak (Mouse-Like Hamster), Cheeks (Hamster), Leap (Gerbil), Flirt (Vole), Ermentrude (Bamboo Rat/African Mole rat), Root (Zokor), Cliff (Lemming), Kastur (Muskrat)

Engi (Beaver), Kicks (Kangaroo rat), Go-4 (Gophers), Pouch ( Pocket mouse)

Rookie (Guinea Pig), Virtue (Capybara), Buster (New World Porcupine), Patricia/Thorn (Old World Porcupine), Cookie (Chinchilla), O.T. (Nutria), Bare (Naked Mole Rat), Dwojra (Blesmol Mole Rat)

Wrilly (Grey Squirrel), Maple (Red Squirrel), Danny (Chipmunks), Glide (Flying Squirrel), Philip (Marmot/Groundhog), Maisie (Prairie Dog), Areca (Palm Squirrel), Bling (Oriental Giant Squirrel), Nobby (Dormouse), Mount (Mountain beaver)

Fisk (Spring Hare), Screwy (Scaly tail), Twinge (Flying Mouse)

Scandentia

Felicity (Large Treeshrew)

Banxs (Pen Tailed Treeshrew)

Dermoptera

Galan (Philippine Colugo/Flying Lemur)

Flag (Sunda Colugo/Flying Lemur)

Primates

Anomy (Unspecified Monkey)

Ina (Unspecified Monkey) Belongs to @mabelcococups

Richie (Lemur)

Tara (Tarsier)

Manga (Old and New World Monkey)

Samosa (Ape)

Wicked (Human/Fae)

Forge (Human/ Shapeshifter)

Quilia (Human/Fire creature)

Xuitra (Human/Ice Creature)

Mystery (Mutant Human)

Historia (Mutant Human)

Mada/Adam (Clone Human)

Emey (Human)

Previous/Next

(For More Information About The Earthdemons, Neo demons, The Anthro allies , the O'Kong family and more of theses characters as well as updates please visit the @the-earthdemon-hub for more)

[steliosagapitos]

[mi-adultez-en-pa]

Capitulo 1

Después de la graduación del colegio, que fue lo último narrado en la anterior entrega, seguí por varias semanas usando los Cotidian Premium de mi abuelita que, aunque eran gigantes su calidad era sublime.

Alrededor de un mes después recibí un mensaje de una ABDL española llamada Patricia, nos hicimos buenos amigos al instante. Ella tenía la fortuna de vivir prácticamente sola, ya que sus papás pasaban muy ocupados con su trabajo de altos ejecutivos de Mercedes-Benz en Ciudad Real, lo que hacía que ella tuviera la dicha de poder usar pañales casi las veinticuatro horas.

Además, ella aún tenía la fortuna de poder llevar pañales de bebé, siendo la que me introdujo al deseo de querer usar unos pañales españoles llamados Dodot, enviándome fotos de dichos pañales, y como al mojarse se formaban tres tubos o canales de distribución, que me llamaban mucho la atención porque ningún desechable que había usado poseía dichas cualidades. Hablamos muy seguido, y hacíamos juegos de rol de escenarios ficticios pero que algún día podían ser probables, uno de los roles con ella fue la inspiración para “Castigo Ejemplar”, ya que su fantasía era que un profesor estricto le pusiera pañales a la fuerza, como parte de un castigo impuesto debido a las malas calificaciones y falta de disciplina.

Siempre presumía su habilidad de poder seguir usando pañales de bebé, mientras yo ya me había echado al abandono, y me había volcado de lleno en el mundo de los pañales de adulto. Su insistencia, y lo bien que hablaba de los Dodot hacían que cada vez que platicaba con ella, mi deseo por probarlos algún día creciese paulatinamente, contándome que estos son bastante más grandes en tamaño que los pañales de niño disponibles en mi país, y que la calidad era superior en todos los aspectos.

Un día, par de meses después de conocernos, me comenta que tenía una prima que no le caía muy bien, pero que la última vez que se vieron esta le había dado sus datos para mantenerse en contacto. Me comentó que Vanesa, la prima, tiene un hermano de unos dos años que usa pañal, así que elaboramos un plan para hacer que su prima los usara.

Ella me pasó el contacto, y comienzo una conversación con Vanesa, diciéndole: —Hola Román ¿Cómo estás?— fingiendo que estaba teniendo una conversación con un hermano inexistente.

Ella asustada, porque era un desconocido, responde que está equivocado, a lo que me disculpo con ella por eso, y le comienzo a hacer conversación. Con el pasar de los días nos hicimos amigos, ella era una chica muy tranquila, pero al mismo tiempo muy ingenua, no tenía esa perspicacia que a su prima le sobraba.

Un día conversando me comenta que tiene un hermanito, le pregunté como de costumbre su edad, para poder calcular si habría alguna posibilidad de que aun usa pañal. Lo cual efectivamente mis sospechas fueron correctas, así que le pregunté: —¿Y nunca has tenido curiosidad de usar un pañal de tu hermano?—. Respondiendo de manera negativa, mientras yo la convencía para que esta vaya al cuarto de este y le robe un pañal, que debía estar usando los desechables de mayor talla, por la edad del pequeño.

Me envío fotos de los pañales que usaba el, para acto seguido ponerse uno tal y como le indiqué que hiciera, después de mucha insistencia esta accedió a ponérselo, diciendo que no habían sido tan malos como esperaba. Le dije de manera juiciosa que ese era solo el principio, y sugerí que los mojara y ensuciara.

Cumplió el siguiente acometido arrepintiéndose, diciendo que había aborrecido dicha acción, sintiéndose increíble y asquerosamente sucia, comentándome que nunca más volvería a llevar puesto este tipo de prendas absorbentes. Pero por desgracia del destino llega su madre y la atrapa usando un pañal lleno de suciedad, diciéndome que hasta ahí llegaría la conversación de ese día.

Días después me escribió para contarme que estaba usando pañal, debido a que su madre la había castigado, haciéndole llevarlos de ahora en adelante todo el día, a excepción de las horas de colegio, siendo las únicas horas donde usaba bragas.

Me disculpaba cada vez que podía con ella, debido a su repudio por los desechables, aunque en el fondo sentía mucha envidia, ya que moría por estar en su posición. Le comuniqué a Patricia lo acaecido, mientras me rogaba que jamás la delate, yo acepté no hacerlo, pero al mismo tiempo le sugerí que ayudara a su prima, lo cual se negó expresando el rencor guardado que sentía. También me expresó Patricia como se retorcía de celos, ya que ella al igual que yo, queríamos estar en la posición en la que estaba Vanesa, usando pañales todo el día, y siendo cambiados por alguien más. 

Cuando los pañales de mi abuela ya se habían acabado, decidí volver a comprar unos de la misma marca. Por fortuna, ya había cumplido la mayoría de edad, y había sacado la licencia de conducir a los pocos días. Eso simplificaba mucho las cosas, ya que no debía volver a esperar a que un repartidor en moto, que me dejaba en el limbo interminables minutos de espera, me entregara mis pañales, sino que ahora podía ir yo a los supermercados a buscarlos.

Así que me aventuré por primera vez a explorar de manera exitosa aquella jungla de escaparates y perchas que contenían el mismo producto, pero con una docena de marcas y tamaños distintos. Llego al pasillo de las cosas de limpieza y aseo, cuando me encuentro con la amplia gama de desechables que había ahí, más de los que me podían ofrecer por teléfono.

Comencé a descartar las marcas que ya había probado, para darle oportunidad a otras, pero los Cotidian Premium seguían sonando en mi cabeza con el siguiente lema: “Es mejor malo conocido que bueno por conocer”. Lo cual no era cierto, porque estos habían sido los desechables de adulto con mejor calidad que había probado hasta entonces. Pero la única talla disponible era la G, siendo la que usaba mi abuela, que era extremadamente grande. Eso me quitó la ilusión de volverlos a comprar, debido a que quería unos acorde a mi talla.

Por fortuna, al lado mío se encontraban otros modelos de la misma marca, los Cotidian Plus de color azul, y los Cotidian Clásico. Ambos con sus respectivas tallas M que, aunque no eran la talla adecuada para mí, estos eran menos grandes que los otros. Por lo cual me decanté por los Cotidian Plus talla M. Era la primera vez que agarraba un paquete de pañales a la vista de todos los presentes, y lo llevaba en brazos a la caja para pagarlo.

Los nervios que sentía eran extremos, me sudaba la frente y las manos, mientras oraba para no encontrarme a algún conocido mío en dicha instalación. La ansiedad que sentí al hacer la interminable fila, e imaginarme que por algún extraño suceso me encontrara a algún amigo mío, o peor aún, de mis padres, hacía que temblara por un futuro incierto que no había pasado, y que quizá nunca pasaría.

Pagué lo más rápido posible en efectivo, por el miedo a que mis padres pudieran acceder de alguna forma, a los gastos de mi tarjeta de débito personal, y averiguaran que estaba malgastando mis ahorros en pañales. Una vez en mi auto, guardé el gran paquete de estos dentro de mi mochila de universidad, y así encubierto lo subí a mi cuarto.

Portada de los pañales Cotidian Plus talla M, de una calidad menor que los Cotidian Premium.

Una vez en mi cuarto, los escondí en el que seguía siendo mi confiable escondite detrás de mi oscuro librero, pero me guardé uno para darle goce ese día, mojándolo lo más que pude para luego disponerme a disfrutarlo de una manera más madura.

La calidad de estos era menor que los Premium, siendo más ásperos y ruidosos al tacto, teniendo pegatinas menos resistentes que los otros, pero conservando un buen nivel de absorción, y el sello distintivo que esta marca tenía, que la diferenciaba del resto. En mi país, eran los únicos pañales para adulto que contaban con indicador de humedad ¿Valieron la pena? Yo creo que sí, pero no tanto como para volver a comprarlos en algún futuro.

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La historia empieza con un amor de dos mundos. Germán Storace, el octavo de 9 hermanos, de familia uruguaya con creencias católicas, conoce a Patricia Abas, argentina de familia judía. Ambos tenían casa en Uruguay, eran vecinos. Dos mundos distintos separados por una cerca y unidos por una higuera. Eran habitués de Punta del Este de toda la vida y un verano ella, que cocinaba desde chica, sacó unos higos del jardín de él y ahí empezó todo, con una tarta de higos. Idas y vueltas. Típico de otras épocas, carta que va carta que viene, se pusieron de novios y años más tarde se casaron y tuvieron cinco hijos. El tercero de esos cinco hermanos resultó ser Gastón que nació en Uruguay. A los pocos años, toda la familia se mudó a Buenos Aires, a la zona norte de la ciudad. “Mi viejo es fanático de los deportes -relata-. En casa siempre eran la actividad principal, pero a mi no me gustaba mucho entrenar. Prefería las actividades con las manos, pintar dibujar, escribir, hacer manualidades, me entretenía mucho con las consolas de video juegos. Encontré mi lugar siendo arquero o jugando al basquet, creo que era porque siempre fui de manos grandes. El rugby y el atletismo no estaban dentro de mi paleta de colores. Ping pong, tenis, paddle o squash si me divertían”. Como eran varios hermanos, compartían cuarto. A Gastón le gustaba la introspección para encontrarse consigo mismo. “Creo que en la cocina encontré esa conexión”, afirma.

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Poemas póstumos de Cristina Civale

Cristina Civale tiene publicados dieciocho libros de ficción y no ficción, además de cientos de notas en medios argentinos e internacionales, premio Konex incluido (ver detalles aquí). Arrancó en 1995 con Chica fácil (Espasa Calpe), y la última novela, Los crímenes posibles (Milena Cacerola), salió en 2022. Actualmente está escribiendo una novela que tiene que ver con el odio y con este momento histórico concreto que es “una ficción de la crueldad en la vida cotidiana”. 

La poesía quedó al acecho hasta 2023. El año pasado sacó su primer libro Los días felices, de una trilogía de la que acaba de salir el segundo: Poemas póstumos y que se completará cuando salga el año que viene el tercero, Los días después. Todos publicados por la editorial Milena Caserola.

“A la poesía llegué por atrevimiento”, dice Civale. Nunca estuvo en sus planes escribir poesía, pero en un viaje a Nueva York, medio por “aburrida” se anotó en un seminario de escritura creativa, lo daba María Negroni. El seminario incluía escritos de poesía y fue una epifanía, o “una revelación absurda”, como dice ella. Se dio cuenta de que todo lo escrito había sido para terminar en la poesía.

En Poemas póstumos Cristina Civale habla de la pérdida de la madre, del final, y de los comienzos sin ella, de los miedos, de la muerte propia que no se puede esquivar, lo que nos da la condición de mortales. Se aleja de las reglas ortográficas, abandona los puntos: los seguidos y finales, las comas, y los signos de pregunta (aunque no impresos hay muchos por ahí).  Sus diez Poemas Póstumos no los necesitan, las palabras por su peso propio se agrupan, se separan y arrebatan con la fuerza que esta poeta les da. Forman columnas caprichosas, diseños arbitrarios en las páginas.

Por momentos, sopapean, golpean, algunas te dan knock out. ¿En qué lugar te pegan? Vaya una a saber, en las vísceras, el estómago, el hígado tal vez. No sé, pero se siente muy adentro. Algunas acarician con la soberbia de saberse impune. Y otras se vuelven tan provocadoras, tan desgarradoras que arrancan sentimientos descontrolados. 

Cristina lanza sus poemas como flechas que no van a un centro sino que se desperdigan por todo el espacio, giran alrededor de los, las, les, de sustantivos o adjetivos que se convierten en pensamientos, en recuerdos, en grietas imposibles de atravesar. O sí, algunas sí, se atraviesan dando saltos gigantes que alejan del precipicio, pero sabiendo que el precipicio siempre está allí, quizás en un piso 20. 

“Es un libro desesperado y desesperante. Nadie saldrá incólume de este libro”, escribe Patricia Suárez en el prólogo. Es un libro para leer y releer, para quedarse en cada palabra. No sirve darle resistencia, hay que entregarse y solo dejarse llevar por este huracán que se llama Civale.

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También me parece CASUALIDAD que ESTO O EL ATAQUE CARDIACO me haya dado JUSTO tras VOLVER de mis VACACIONES que cerré 11 agosto [cumpleaños de BUNBURY=1er grupo APOCALIPSIS y de CERATI que se sacaban 8 años..o los líderes de los 2 grupos más exitosos en ESPAÑA Y ARGENTINA O IBEROAMERICANOS] colándome en una PRESA [con pintada YOU ARE UNFORGETABLE] al equivocarme camino de ORIHUELA o a La casa_museo de MIGUEL HERNANDEZ [al que Pablo Neruda llamaba ARCANGEL DE LUZ que quito la SOMBRA DE ESPAÑA] cuyos poemas musicalizo por primera vez Enrique MORENTE [1971, mi año] del que he hablado hoy por LA CLINICA "LA LUZ" donde le opero [con mala praxis según su familia y murio] la eminencia del DR ENRIQUE MORENO como a mí MADRE [la rehízo fantásticamente una mala operación previa ] y a RAPHAEL le puso un Hígado [para el que su paisana VIRGINIA MAESTRO compuso EN PIE del cd INFINITOS BAILES del que hizo la gira LOCO POR CANTAR cuyo cartel fotografie junto a la ESTATUA DE CRISTO en BILBAO al ir a ver a GUNS N ROSES en 2017

Además JOAN MANEL SERRAT [con cuyo YERNO el actor Daniel MURIEL se caso con su hija tras dejar a la chica del TIEMPO de TELECINCO FLORA GONZALEZ LOPEZ..me bañe en calzoncillos en la piscina del Hotel resort OASIS=grupo antes conocido como THE RAIN..en CANCUN tras la fiesta de la gala MISS ESPAÑA 2009 donde me cole viniendo de EL SALVADOR ..haciendo AHOGADILLAS a las MISSES y consolando a MISS MURCIA=T_AMARA VERA=CIERTO.. junto a la MISS ESPAÑA '08 Patricia YURENA]..fue el siguiente que lo musicalizo en 1972 y despues en 2010 con el titulo de cd HIJO DE LA LUZ y de LA SOMBRA