#pequeño Madrid

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[enalfersa]

Monasterio, a Ayuso: “Usted quiere favorecer al que quiere montar un kebab, pero al madrileño que lleva aquí toda la vida le discrimina”

La candidata de VOX a la presidencia de la Comunidad de Madrid ha denunciado que Díaz Ayuso “se meta hasta el último rincón” de los comercios con la Ley Trans: “Deje de favorecer a colectivos y deje a la gente trabajar en paz” Rocío Monasterio ha vuelto a dar la cara por los comerciantes españoles. En este caso, ha defendido a los autónomos, a las PYMEs y a los pequeños comercios madrileños…

[the-offside-rule]

Pau Cubarsí (FCBarcelona) - Wake Up Call

Requested: yes

Warnings: none

Pau woke up on Monday morning with a sense of unease. He had sent a good morning text to his girlfriend, Y/N, but it had been hours without a reply. As he got dressed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Concerned, he decided to head over to her house. Arriving at Y/N's place, Pau knocked on the door. To his surprise, it swung open, revealing her younger brother, Fernando, wearing a bright smile. “Hey, Pau! What are you doing here?” Fernando asked, his hands still clutching a bowl of cereal, the remnants of breakfast smeared across his cheek. “I came to see Y/N. She didn’t respond to my message this morning. Is she around?” Pau replied, trying to mask his worry.

“Yeah, she’s still asleep.” Fernando said, as he waved his twin sister, Jorda, over. She was sprawled on the living room floor, engrossed in a cartoon, a cereal box clutched in her tiny hands. Pau peered into the living room. “Are you guys just having cereal straight from the box again?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah! It tastes better this way!” Fernando grinned, tossing a piece of cereal into his mouth. “Where are Xavi and Sergi?” Pau asked, momentarily forgetting that their older brothers had started university this year and wouldn’t be back until Sunday.

“Xavi is in Madrid for college, Sergi is in London. Mama is on a business trip, and Papa is working a night shift, so he won’t be home until three.” Fernando replied, nonchalantly. Pau’s heart sank. “So, Y/N is alone?”

“Yup. Just sleeping.” Fernando confirmed, popping another piece of cereal into his mouth. With a resolute nod, Pau decided. “Alright, I’ll help get you two ready for school. Y/N needs some sleep.” He quickly walked towards the stairs, peeking into Y/N’s room. The sight made him smile and worry at the same time. Y/N was sprawled across her bed, notes scattered around her like fallen leaves. He couldn’t help but admire how dedicated she was to her studies, but it also made him feel guilty that she hadn’t been able to rest.

“Come on, let’s get you two ready!” Pau said, returning to Fernando and Jorda. “Are we going in your car?” Jorda asked excitedly, bouncing on her toes. “Of course! It’s a special day,” Pau replied, smirking as he recalled how the twins loved riding in his new Cupra. As they made their way down to the car, Pau switched to Spanish, engaging the twins in their father’s native tongue. “Cómo están, mis pequeños?” He asked playfully.

“Bien!” They chimed in unison, their eyes wide with excitement. Although being born and raised in Barcelona, Y/N's family primarily spoke english at home, mostly due to it being their mother's first language. Her job didn't require her to learn Spanish, she simply stayed at home until her company sent her out to review something. Her father however, was from Lleida and moved to Barcelona, in doing so, meeting their mother. Since the twins rarely spoke spanish or catalan at home, Y/N and her father tried incorperating it in everyday at home, simply by having breakfast in spanish every morning. “I’m just going to send Y/N a quick text so she doesn’t panic when she wakes up,” Pau said, pulling out his phone.

Hola cariño, just bringing Fernando and Jorda to school so you can get some rest. Love you!

Once they were all buckled in, Pau started the car. The twins immediately bombarded him with questions ranging from who he thinks will win the balloon d'or, to questions about whether the chicken or the egg came first. However, one question really did stick out to him. “Pau, do you want to marry our sister?” Fernando asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Pau sucked in a sharp breath. He hadnt exactly thought of thay before. They were both young and had been dating a year. After a second, he chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him. “When we are older, I absolutely will.” He replied with a wink.

As they arrived at school, Pau couldn’t help but notice the awe on the other children’s faces as they saw the shiny Cupra. He parked the car, and the twins hopped out, waving goodbye. “Bye, Pau! Thanks!” Jorda shouted, running off with her brother. With a smile, Pau watched them run inside before heading off to training. As he drove, he couldn’t shake the thoughts of Y/N from his mind. Finally, during a break in his practice, he pulled out his phone and checked for messages.

His heart lifted when he saw a reply from Y/N: “Sorry, babe! Just woke up. Thank you for taking care of the twins. You’re the best! Love you!” Pau smiled to himself, feeling the warmth of their connection and the excitement of their future together. Everything felt right in the world, and he couldn’t wait to see her later.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Twice the Pleasure

Alexia Putellas x María León x Reader [SMUT!]

these two will be the death of me.

words : 3.6k

//

The starting XI for Barca Femeni against Real Madrid has been announced! Their newest transfer from Manchester United, Y/N L/N makes her debut at El Clásico for the women’s team just weeks after making the move from Manchester following her former Red Devils teammate Ona Batlle; the move bringing both of them back to play on home soil.

//

“How are you feeling, bebita?”

“Sick to my stomach.”

Alexia moves closer to you, standing in front of you and pulling your head into her stomach. She cradles the back of your head, nails lightly scratching your scalp. Mapi walks in in search of the both of you, sighing with a smile when she sees Alexia’s back and your arms around her hips. She walks in and sits beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Nervous?”

“Not at all, Maria. I'm fucking terrified.”

“You’ll be okay, Hermosa. You’ve done this a million times.”

“Yeah but not with this shirt on, I have expectations to meet, people to impress. The both of you to impress.” You look up, chin resting on Alexia’s stomach. She gives you a toothy grin, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

“You’ve already impressed us, Nena. You’re going to do great. Come on, we’ve got a game to win; I want you to score a goal for me.”

“Thank you, that does absolutely nothing to alleviate my stress. You’ve just made it skyrocket. God, I think I might just pass out now.”

Mapi pulls your face into her hands, Alexia standing behind her with her serious captain face.

“Hey, you’re one of the best strikers out there. We’re lucky to have you here and we both love that we can all play together now. Go out there and show them that you deserve to be on this team. We’ve all got your back, no matter what.”

You simply nod, hugging both of them tight before walking out to the pitch to warm up. Alexia stays on the sidelines, chatting with Frido as you and Mapi pair up. Walking back into the tunnel to change, you feel a little more at ease; you had heard the crowds cheering your name when you walked out and managed to sign a few jerseys with your name on the back.

Mapi holds your hand and kisses the back as you line up in the tunnel to walk out, a pre-game tradition that the three of you had come up with when you all played on the national team together. Alexia and you still do it, giving each other an extra one for Mapi as she watched from home. The both of you hadn’t told María about your little tradition until it was caught on camera and she was watching; she cried and immediately called after the game to scold the both of you for not telling her you still did it.

Walking out to your position, you looked around and took in the sight of the fans. Their cheers fueled you with adrenaline, the starting whistle pushing you into game mode. Barcelona dominated the whole game; starting strong with three beautiful goals in the first half. You assisted two of those three, the ball finding your teammates perfectly for them to just knock it into the back of the net. Your opportunity to give Alexia what she wanted did not come until the last minutes of the game, a superb strike from you gave Barça five goals to comfortably win yet another El Clásico.

Fans were cheering for you, chanting your name when the final whistle blew. It was electrifying, the adrenaline surge just kept going higher and higher. Alexia practically ran down from the stands, a massive grin on her face as you and Mapi hugged in the middle of the pitch. She embraced you both, kissing the top of your head affectionately as you left Mapi’s arms and melted into hers.

“You did so well, mi amor. I’m so proud of you.”

“Did you see that goal I made? Did you see it, my first Barça goal!” you ask her, practically about to explode with the amount of energy in your veins.

“Yes, pequeño. I saw the whole thing, that was for me, no?”

“Yes, it was for you!”

Alexia chuckled and looked at Mapi who had her hands on her hips as she shook her head. She walked up to you, pinching your cheeks affectionately as you scrunched your nose.

“Never change, bebé. Don’t ever change.”

//

Alexia drove you both home, and the two of you decided to take a shower at home together to destress and help you calm down a little. The buzz of the win and your first Barça goal was lesser now, you sighed softly with a smile on your face as you sunk into the back seat. Alexia had her hand on Mapi’s thigh, softly rubbing her thumb across it as your hand was held by Mapi who had her arm stretched to the back. There was a comfortable silence between the three of you, the radio on low with the announcer raving about the game earlier; he was praising your goal which made all of you smile.

Pulling into the driveway, both girls in the front hopped out and grabbed the bags out of the back only to notice that you hadn’t come out of the car yet. Mapi, handing both kitbags to a laughing Alexia, opened your car door to find a fast-asleep Y/N. She leaned in and kissed your forehead, unbuckling your seatbelt before hoisting you up into her arms. She carefully closed the door behind her and walked into the house after Alexia. Bringing you into the bedroom, she slowly lowered you onto the bed and woke you.

“Nena?”

You hummed, snuggling into the sheets. Mapi tried again as Alexia climbed in on the other side. She swept your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

“Come on, darling. If you wake up, we can take a nice warm shower and snuggle, okay? We don’t need to cook, we can order your favorite takeout and celebrate your first goal?”

You nod begrudgingly, the promise of Alexia and Mapi snuggles was too hard to resist. Mapi pulled you up by the arm, walking hand in hand with you to the bathroom. She undressed you as Alexia started the shower, throwing in a calming shower scent bomb that she knew you liked. The warm, scented steam began to fill the room as you stepped into the shower with your two girlfriends.

Alexia was already wet from head to toe, a soft and soothing smile on her face as she reached out a hand for you to take as Mapi stepped in behind you. You stood between them, leaning in to kiss Alexia softly as Mapi peppered butterfly kisses all over your shoulder and neck. Mapi’s hands caressed your wet skin with a soft affection, the warm water encasing the three of you in a world of your own. Alexia’s hands held your face as yours wrapped themselves around her waist. After a while you turned from Alexia to Mapi, leaning down slightly into the defender as your hands caressed over her cheekbones when your lips met hers. It was Alexia’s turn to litter your neck with kisses, leaving her marks all over your shoulder blades and neck.

Your lips start to trail down slowly, kissing softly at Mapi’s neck as she kisses Alexia over your shoulder. She hummed appreciatively when you sucked just below her ear, that spot seemingly a sensitive one for her as it sent shivers down her spine. Alexia grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a good amount in her palm, lathering it thoroughly before massaging it into Mapi’s scalp. You got to work on cleaning Mapi’s body, grabbing a loofah and scrubbing her clean. The three of you cleaned each other up and an hour later were snuggled on the couch arguing about what to get for dinner.

“Can’t we get Chinese since we’re celebrating me? Shouldn’t I get to choose?” you argued.

“Cariño, we had Chinese last week,” said Alexia.

“So?” you questioned, eyebrow lifted with a questioning look on your face.

“So, I don’t want to eat Chinese this week,” she answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How about pizza?” suggested Mapi, both you and Alexia pulling a face.

“Don’t feel like it,” you told her, shaking your head.

“Mexican?” Alexia tried, scanning through the menu in her hand.

“Tacos again?” Mapi grumbled this time, remembering the taco fiesta (you mean disaster?) team building you all did last week at Lucy and Kiera’s house.

“How about we starve?” Alexia sarcastically provided, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“Hey now, there’s a good idea! Let’s just not celebrate your girlfriend’s first game and first goal for Barcelona, it’s not like it’s anything special!” you quipped, crossing your arms in a huff as you turned away from your girlfriends in fake anger. Mapi frowned, really thinking she had made you upset. Alexia was concerned too, putting down the menus and walking over to you.

“Sorry pequeño, it’s just that there are so many options.” She says, kneeling before you. Mapi sits beside you, rubbing your back in soothing circles like she did earlier.

“We can get Chinese baby, it’s okay.” Alexia compromised, smiling softly up at you.

“How about we get all three? Chinese for me, pizza for Maps, and Mexican for you?”

Alexia and Mapi heartily laugh, as you smile at them with confusion. Alexia stands and kisses your forehead, handing you the Chinese menu as Mapi laughs harder and clutches her stomach.

“There’s a reason why we love you bebita, the two of us would be a mess without our smart girl. Go on, pick what you’d like; my treat tonight.”

//

Now that you three were fed and watered, you had pulled the two of them into bed to redeem your promised snuggle. They smushed you into the middle; Mapi tucked her face into your neck and threw her leg over yours as Alexia propped herself up on her arm and looked down at the two of you. You rubbed Mapi’s back as she began to softly kiss your neck and Alexia leaned in to kiss you. You whined, kissing Alexia back slowly. She cupped your cheek and grinned into the kiss, the corner of her eye-catching Mapi’s hands traveling lower and lower until they dipped into your shorts. Your hips jerked up when her fingers slowly began to circle your clothed folds, little jolts of pleasure coursing through you. Mapi slowly begins to kiss lower, lips ghosting over your sports bra as she leaves butterfly kisses all over your stomach. Alexia took over kissing your neck, darkening the red spots she had bitten earlier. Your head tilts back to give her room, hands gripping the sheets as Mapi’s fingers hook onto your shorts and pull them off. You were already soaking wet; she leaned in to have a little taste. She groaned softly as she tasted you on her tongue, pulling your legs apart more and Alexia helped you pull your sports bra off.

She latched onto your left breast, hand caressing and flicking the nipple on the other. You gasped out her name, back arching off the bed when Mapi took to opportunity to pull your panties off in one swift motion. The cold air in the room hits your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. You enjoyed being vulnerable with the two of them and it turned you on to be the only one naked in the room.

Mapi didn’t waste any time diving into your pussy. Your hands flew to her head and you struggled to keep your thighs from crushing her, crying out her name in pleasure. She grinned widely, tongue lapping noisily at your peeking clit. She rubbed her palms over your legs, suckling softly at your folds as Alexia slowly began to take her clothes off. She pushed herself off the bed and slowly pulled her sweater off when Mapi noticed her. She paused her tongue and smacked your thigh, causing you to jump.

“Watch her, not me.”

You immediately turn your head and look at Alexia with glossy eyes, she grins and goes back to undressing as teasingly slow as possible. She turns and pulls her bra off, flexing her back muscles for you to ogle at. Her hips sway tauntingly from side to side as she pushes her grey sweats off, ass exposing itself immediately; cheeky girl, no underwear.

Your eyes roll into your head and you outwardly groan when you realize, she looks back at you with a naughty grin on her face. She walks to her side of the bed and rummages in the drawer, pulling out a harness for herself and Mapi. You never take your eyes off her, hands desperately tugging as Mapi devours you from between your legs. She climbs back onto the bed once she’s got her strap clipped in, leaning over you and kissing you messily. It’s a hot clash of teeth and tongue when a deep groan and a Spanish curse word pull the both of you out of your thoughts. Mapi’s chin is wet as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She grabs Alexia’s face and kisses her feverishly hard, Alexia groaning noisily too when she tastes you heavily on Mapi’s lips.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she mi amor?”

“Like heaven, bebé.”

They surge forward again to lock their lips together as you watch. There was nothing like watching the two girls you loved make out like you weren’t right there, their hands exploring and mindlessly wandering. They finally pull away after what seems like ages, looking down at you with cheeky smiles on their faces. Suddenly, Mapi climbs off the bed and sits on the couch, manspreading with her harness in her lap. She licks her lips and just as you’re about to ask her what she was doing, Alexia pulls you up to kneel with her and kisses you. You sigh into the kiss, able to taste the remnants of you from Mapi on her lips. She gets you to face Mapi, winking at her as she kneels behind you in the same manner. You can feel her cock poking at your inner thigh, as her arms begin to caress your smooth skin.

“She wants to watch us for a bit; let’s give her a little show, shall we pequeño?”

You simply nod, closing your eyes and focusing on the way Alexia touches you. She knew all your sensitive spots and focused her touches there, resisting the urge to touch you where she knew you wanted her to. Your knees relaxed into the bed more, leaning back into her as her hands finally got closer to your core. Her rough hands caressed your inner thighs, dragging her nails along them as she felt you shiver. She chuckled softly, fingers pressing themselves on your folds and rubbing in big circles. You knew better than to close your legs, struggling to keep them open as sensitive pleasure shot up into you.

Mapi had her eyes locked on where Alexia’s hands went, following them closely as her own hands copied her actions. Alexia dipped two fingers into your soaked hole, teasing you gently as you whined her name beautifully. She obliged, since this was a reward and not a punishment, you did do as she asked and scored a goal. She slipped her thick fingers into you halfway, getting you to open up for her slowly.

You leaned back into her chest, hands digging their nails into her strong thighs. You needed to hold onto something and as you left ten crescents on her body she slipped her fingers deeper into you. You felt the pads of her fingers graze your sweet spot and you grasped her arm, looking at her with tears in your eyes. She smiled reassuringly, leaning in and pecking your nose.

“Don’t worry, darling. You get to cum all you want tonight.”

You sigh in relief, leaning back into her as she fingered you with no mercy. Her two fingers became three, dipping themselves deeper and deeper into your slippery cunt. You were holding onto her as her lips littered more hickeys on any bit of skin she could get her teeth on, the speed of her fingers fucking you never once faltering. She gave Mapi a satisfied grin when she looked over to see her other lover three fingers deep in herself, copying her actions as she guided her youngest lover towards her first well-deserved orgasm of the night.

With a cry of her name, you trembled and keened into Alexia’s arms as she fingered you into your first high. She kissed your cheek and propped you back up. You looked up at Mapi and saw that she was now simply circling her clit, a happy smile on her face. You weren’t sure if she came or not, but were glad to see that she was having fun of her own. Alexia kissed the shell of your ear and whispered, “Bend over, need to reward my baby for giving me that goal.”

You grin and oblige, bending over and arching your back how you knew she liked. She kissed the small of your back lightly, pressing her cock teasingly against your entrance. She teased it up and down your slick folds, coyly slipping the tip in when you began to whine. She gripped your hips and pulled you back onto her cock suddenly, you let out a choked moan when you’re fully speared on her. The right side of the bed dips and a pair of muscular thighs bless your eyes. You look up and meet Mapi’s cock face-to-face and grin dopily as she taps the tip on your swollen lips.

“Suck, mi amor. Be a good girl and take it from both ends, hm?”

You nod and get to work, holding yourself up with one hand and gripping the base of Mapi’s cock with the other. You suck and swirl your tongue around the plastic appendage, eyes boring deep into Mapi’s as she watches you suck on her. Alexia was pounding into you from behind, causing Mapi’s cock to slip deeper into your mouth with each suck. It hit the back of your throat and made you gag loudly, both Alexia and Mapi letting out guttural groans as she kept fucking into you harder. Mapi gathered your hair into a ponytail and tied it back for you, gripping your head to fuck into your mouth. Alexia saw the ponytail Mapi gave you and grabbed it, using it as leverage to fuck you harder.

You could only moan and shudder, loving the feeling of being used on both ends. Suddenly, a wet finger presses into your second entrance; she gently moves her finger in and out as you’re now filled in all possible places. You begin to sob tears of pleasure that Mapi simply wipes away and keeps fucking into your throat. They begin to talk to each other again like you’re not being used by them at the same time, with literally makes your pussy even wetter than it was before.

“Her pussy feels so good, María.”

��I know it does, Ale. She’s such a good cocksucker too, such pretty lips wrapped around me.” She pats your cheek three times, hips never faltering once.

“She’s opening up so nicely for me, the view from here is fucking amazing.” Alexia describes to Mapi, giving your ass a hard smack and she pulls her finger out of your ass and grips your hips, fucking into you earnestly now. She props her leg up and begins to jackhammer into you, which only causes Mapi’s cock to continually hit the back of your throat. Mapi coos when she hears you gargling, spit making a mess on the sheets.

“Just relax your pretty little throat, angel. You’re taking us so well, Nena; such a good girl you are, Sí? You gonna make us all cum, pequeño?”

You do as she says, her hand wrapping itself around your throat as her hips begin to stutter. She’s close and so is Alexia, if her breathy whines are anything to go by. They lean over you and kiss messily, chasing their highs as yours begins to coil inside you. Mapi’s hand somehow reaches between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and it feels like a burst of ecstasy.

“A-Ale! Mapi!” you cry out, orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You’re pretty sure you blackout for five seconds and come to when you hear your name being moaned erotically by Alexia and Mapi as they both reach their highs for the night. You’re being pulled in all different directions, cleaned, and tucked into the couch with Alexia as Mapi makes quick work of changing the sheets. Alexia cradles you in her arms, caressing your cheeks before hoisting you in her arms and climbing into bed with you.

You’re in the middle again, it was Alexia this time who had herself practically on top of you as you nuzzled into Mapi’s neck. You pecked her tattoo softly, inhaling her scent as Alexia’s fingers drew random patterns that tickled a little on your stomach.

“I love you both, you did so well today. Especially you, Nena. No goal will ever be more special to me.” Her voice is barely a whisper when she suddenly speaks, pressing a kiss to your collarbone mid-sentence.

“Not even one of mine?” Mapi teases, slapping Alexia’s forearm softly.

“You’re not a striker like our Y/N, your goals are just luck.”

“I am very offended by that statement, Ale. Take it back.”

“No.”

"Vete a la mierda".

“Maybe next time, María.”

[olee]

Puerto Viejo | Enzo Vogrincic

road trip con tu mejor amigo

friends to lovers

*si hay algún error por favor déjame saber!

Llevabas días sin ver a tu mejor amigo. Los cielos grises de Uruguay te impulsaron a tomar una decisión repentina: escapar a un país tropical. Sin previo aviso, decides llamar a Enzo, tu mejor amigo, quien aparentemente se encontraba en Madrid. “Che, ¿cuándo piensas bajar por acá?” le preguntas. Enzo, con un tono preocupado y algo asustado, responde: “Mirá, capaz que en una semanita ando por ahí. ¿Está todo bien? ¿Cómo venís vos?” Tú, intentando mantener la calma, le respondes: “Tranqui, todo está bien... estaba pensando en organizar algo para cuando llegues, tal vez hacer un pequeño viaje a Costa Rica o algo así, si tienes tiempo, claro." Después de un prolongado silencio, Enzo, profundamente pensativo, te responde: “La posta es que tengo la agenda a full, pero obvio que me muero de ganas de verte... mirá, mejor te mando la guita y vos comprás los boletos para una semanita, ¿dale?” Tú aceptas con entusiasmo, preguntándole: "Enzo, pero ¿cuándo caés exactamente?" Enzo, aún pensativo, te dice: "Me parece que caigo el próximo viernes, así que sería mejor que compres el mío directo a San José y allá nos vemos, ¿te va?" Aceptas la propuesta, aunque con cierta confusión, y le preguntas: “¿Y no vas a sacar ida y vuelta a Montevideo?” Y él, con toda la seguridad del mundo, te responde: "Nada, comprá solo el pasaje a San José, yo me encargo de arreglar las cosas en Montevideo." Con un simple "Dale", aunque todavía con un poco de cabeza en el aire, das por terminada la charla.

Después de dos semanas, te encontrabas en el aeropuerto de San José esperando la llegada de Enzo. Mirabas tu celular con cierta ansiedad, dado que no lo habías visto en varios meses. Enzo, ahora una estrella del cine, estaba sumamente ocupado y rara vez encontraba tiempo para reunirse contigo. Así que, mientras esperabas en una esquina de la salida del aeropuerto, sentías una sensación inusual hacia tu mejor amigo, como mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago. La última vez que habías sentido algo así fue cuando eras adolescente y tenías un flechazo con un amigo de Enzo, pero nunca antes con él. Por lo tanto, realmente no sabías cómo iban a desarrollarse las cosas durante este mini viaje con tu mejor amigo en Costa Rica.

De repente, sale Enzo de la salida y te saluda efusivamente, "¡(Y/N)! ¿Cómo estás? ¡Te extrañé un montón, pero mirá qué grandota estás!", te dice mientras te abraza fuerte y te planta un beso en la mejilla. Tú, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja y un leve sonrojo, le respondes a tu mejor amigo, "¡Ay, loco, pero vos sí que estás grande ahora! ¿Qué te ha pasado? ¡Y ya no estás flaco, ahora estás gordito!", bromeas. Enzo te mira con una sonrisa sarcástica y pregunta, "¿En serio estoy gordo o me estás chamuyando?" Tú, rápidamente, lo tranquilizas, "¡Estás re lindo, mejor?!" Enzo asiente satisfecho, "¡Mejor, mejor!"

Entonces, una sensación de nostalgia y déjà vu te invade mientras lo observas. Después de un momento, le dices con entusiasmo, "Bueno, vamos por el auto." Enzo, sorprendido, exclama, "¿No me digas que rentaste un auto?" Tú lo miras con complicidad y le respondés, "¿Te olvidaste quién soy? ¡Claro que renté un auto!" Ambos se encaminan hacia el auto y, Enzo, quien entre risas comenta, "Ah, ya entendí, yo manejaré, ¿cierto?" Tú le guiñas un ojo y respondés con seguridad, “Obvio”.

Al subirse al auto, Enzo enciende el Google Maps y se ponen en camino hacia Puerto Viejo, en la zona caribeña. Tú, con tus lentes de sol y lista para la playa, decides poner "Ojitos Lindos" de Bad Bunny y Bomba Estéreo. Aunque Enzo no sea un gran fanático del reguetón, lo cual te duele en el alma, como buena amiga, te importa un bledo y pones lo que te da la gana. Sin embargo, sabes que Enzo, en su interior, está en modo playero y listo para el jolgorio.

Lo observas y notas cómo su cabello ondea con el viento, luciendo absolutamente encantador en su desorden. Luego, tus ojos se deslizan hacia los brazos de Enzo en el volante, notando cómo sus venas resaltan y lo suaves que se ven sus brazos. Te dan ganas de tocarlos y besarlo, pero en lo más profundo de tu ser sabes que para Enzo, tú eres simplemente su mejor amiga.

Con la música a todo volumen, le gritas a Enzo, "¡Che, tengo que ir al baño! Para en una estación de servicio". Sin embargo, Enzo te responde, "¡Loca, habíamos planeado ir directo al Airbnb, no tengo tiempo". Tú le replicas, "¡Boludo, de verdad necesito ir al baño!" Enzo te mira riendo y te dice, "Bueno, tres minutos y nos vamos". Tú lo miras con incredulidad y le respondes, "Ay, dejate de joder y esperame tranquilo, ¿entendiste?" Enzo, con una sonrisa encantadora, te dice, "Entendido".

Al llegar a la estación de servicio, sales corriendo de manera cómica hacia el baño y Enzo, riéndose, te dice, "¡Corre, corre, que te come el coco!" Terminas en el baño y regresas al auto, sacándole el dedo medio a Enzo, quien te devuelve el gesto con una sonrisa.

Esta vez, después de tanto rogar, Enzo te pide que pongas Enanitos Verdes, pero como buena amiga desobediente, decides poner "Chulo" de Bad Gyal, Tokischa y Young Miko, y comienzas a cantar la letra a todo pulmón para deleite de Enzo: "La cadena le brilló en lo oscuro|Huele a Baccarat, fumándose un puro|Tiene cara que en la cama te da duro|Yo sé, papi, que tú eres muy chulo". Ambos se unen para cantar el coro, gritando "¡Chulo! ¡Chulo!" a todo pulmón mientras recorren la costa del Caribe hacia Limón.

Finalmente llegan al Airbnb, que está literalmente en medio de la nada, en la jungla, con un estilo hippie donde los extranjeros parecen pasarse el día fumando hierba. Enzo te mira con seriedad, mientras tú te ríes como una loca y le dices: "Tranquilo, esto es solo por una semanita, como dijiste". Enzo te mira, luego dirige el volante hacia la entrada del Airbnb, que resulta ser una cabaña de bambú, y te dice sarcásticamente: "¡Boluda! ¿Se te olvidó mi relación peculiar con los mosquitos?" Tú lo miras sorprendida y admites: "¡Loco, olvidé comprar repelente!" Enzo, con calma y madurez, responde: "Vi un mercado en el camino, nos detenemos ahí más tarde y compramos algo". Tú, como una niña emocionada, le dices: "¡Dale!"

Al entrar al Airbnb, emocionada abres la puerta de la cabaña, siendo tú quien tiene la llave. Pero, al abrir, lo primero que hacés es tirarte a la cama como un sapo. Sin embargo, después te das cuenta de algo: solamente hay una cama. Y le decís a Enzo: “¡Ay loco! Vas a tener que dormir en el piso, yo te presto una almohada”. Pero Enzo te mira con una sonrisa pícara y te dice, en tono coqueto: “Pero, yo quería dormir con vos”. Después de un largo silencio, te ponés colorada como un tomate y parece que Enzo se da cuenta, cambiando rápidamente de tema diciendo: “Eh… vamos al mercado, que ya veo que no hay nada en la cocina”. Te levantás rápidamente de la cama como un resorte y le decís: “¡Vamo’!”

Cuando te disponías a subir al auto, Enzo te hace una señal de que no, y te dice: "(Y/N), es caminando, ¿no te diste cuenta?". Tú le respondes: "Ni idea, no vi nada". Enzo te mira seriamente y te dice: "Loca, está a menos de cinco minutos". Tú, con apuro, comienzas a caminar rápidamente y le dices: "¡Vamos, vamos!"

Ambos caminan juntos por el exuberante estilo de la jungla, el verdor y la vida salvaje los rodean mientras se dirigen al mercado. El silencio de la naturaleza los envuelve, solo interrumpido por el suave susurro de las hojas movidas por la brisa y el canto de las aves. Tú observas a Enzo con admiración, maravillándote de cómo se sumerge en la belleza natural con su cámara vintage. Él captura imágenes de todo lo que encuentra a su paso: las intrincadas formas de las plantas, los adorables osos perezosos columpiándose en las ramas, los coloridos pájaros que revolotean entre los árboles. Mientras tanto, tú lo observas con cariño, pensando en lo hermoso que es Enzo y en cómo parece fundirse con el entorno.

De repente, Enzo gira hacia ti, con el lente de su cámara apuntando en tu dirección. Instintivamente, volteas rápidamente como si estuvieras fascinada por una pequeña flor amarilla que apareció de la nada, tratando de disimular tu sorpresa. Enzo, con una sonrisa traviesa, te toma una foto, luego otra. Cuando finalmente volteas hacia él, lo encuentras un poco nervioso, como si temiera haber sido descubierto.

Finalmente, llegan al mercado de estilo hippie, pero de repente, te tropieza con una columna debido a una piedra que no viste. Rápidamente, Enzo te sujeta firmemente de la cintura, preocupado, te pregunta con tono suave: "¿Estás bien?" Nerviosa por la manera en que te agarró, respondes en voz baja: "Sí, gracias".

Una vez dentro del supermercado, lo primero que hacen es comprar el repelente, algunos jugos, vinos, frutas, papas fritas y algunas chucherías para no morirse de hambre. Después de pagar, se dirigen de regreso al Airbnb, que ya está oscuro. Enzo enciende la fogata mientras tú preparas los vasos de vino. En un momento tranquilo, Enzo te agradece por haberlo invitado, diciendo: "Gracias por invitarme, (Y/N), realmente necesitaba estar contigo en un lugar así". Tú, ya bastante nerviosa por las mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago, le dices: "Te extrañaba mucho". Enzo, con una sonrisa tierna, te abre los brazos para que lo abraces y te dice: "Ven acá, chiquita". Toda roja y casi a punto de llorar, corres hacia él para abrazarlo.

Mientras se abrazan, puedes sentir cómo Enzo se relaja ante ti, soltando un suspiro tembloroso y suave, al igual que tú. Estar cerca de él te hace darte cuenta de cómo se apoya en tu cuello y respira suavemente, dándote un beso cálido en el cuello. Tú lo miras a los ojos y, sin poder resistirte, lo besas en los labios. Él corresponde al beso y, después de un largo suspiro, te dice: "No sabes cuánto quería estar finalmente contigo así. Te quiero mucho, te re quiero". Tú le respondes: “Ay, Enzo, ¿por qué me hacés sentir así?” Enzo te dice: "Porque siento lo mismo".

[oscarloscarr]

'i wish you'd talk'

a carcar short au✨️ written hastily😓 (inspired by 'talk talk' by charlie xcx)

“Your Hungarian Grand Prix Winner, Oscar Piastri! Give a big applause and raise your glass for him, everyone!” the DJ from the booth speaks his name, and Oscar just smiles at the crowd who cheered.

The club is crowded, and Lando is gone probably searching for something (or someone). George and Alex are probably talking about Fernando, who was throwing a tantrum because the FIA guessed him as Brad Pitt, while Charles and Pierre are talking about the Olympics (they are curious to swim at the Seine).

And then there is this guy, who looks so good. Wearing his baby blue linen shirt, hair flipped like it came out from the salon, and face sculpted like Greek Gods. Ferrari does have the best-looking driver line-up.

“Enjoying your view, Oscar?” he said and rolled his ‘R’.

Well, of course. “Nope, you covered my view.”

The man chuckled and took a sip from his glass, “Sorry for that,” and he leaned back to the sofa.

“I was just kidding, Carlos. Just sit like you were,” the younger turned to him.

Oscar instantly regretted that he turned to Carlos because now he looked right into Carlos’ eyes. Beautiful eyes.

For the past few months, both of them have been spending some time together. After the Miami Grand Prix (where all collided), it’s either Carlos going to the McLaren accommodation or meeting at a local restaurant where nobody recognized them while eating delicacies and talking. It’s only both of them, and they found some similarities between them (both have the same race engineer at McLaren, little white dogs, used to drive for Arden) and then so many differences (too much, but they agreed on some discussions).

Carlos is not complicated, he thought. But Carlos has so many layers like cakes. And Oscar finds it very comforting because Carlos has nothing to hide other than his burger restaurant in Madrid.

“Okay, campeón,” Carlos moves closer to Oscar. It felt so right.

When the night gets much darker and slowly turns to dawn, Oscar gets drunker and drunker because Pierre has secretly bought so many kinds of alcohol.

“Carlos,” he nudges Carlos’ shoulder.

“Yes, Oscar?”

“Can we go home?” his eyes begged because Oscar was knackered.

Carlos nodded, “Let’s go,” he helped Oscar to get up and held his waist to stabilize the younger.

Charles looks confused at his teammate, and Carlos just looks at him. “Gotta give him a lift, I’m not drunk.”

The man nodded, “Yes, please. We don’t even know where’s Lando or George. I’ll be with Pierre.”

“Okay, I’ll get going,” said Carlos while Oscar was deep in his sleep on Carlos’ neck.

“Be safe, and don’t–

“I’ll be on the speed limit, Charles,” he smiles at his teammate and walks to the exit.

While waiting for the car, Oscar is sniffing Carlos like he is trying to know what is the smell. “Kid, you’re not a dog,” Carlos chuckled.

“You smelled like rich people, Carlos,” he mumbled. Oscar is rich from his Formula 1 paycheck, but he doesn't smell like Carlos.

“Thanks,” the car arrived and Carlos helped Oscar to get into the passenger seat of his red Ferrari, and he even made Oscar wear the seatbelt.

Throughout the journey, Oscar is only mumbling, and Carlos blames it on Pierre and his choice of alcohol.

“Carlos?”

“Yes, Oscar?”

“I wish you’d talk,”

“Talk about what?”

“Talk to me,”

“About what?”

“Wish you’d just talk to me,”

“Oscar, you’re drunk–

“Talk to me in Spanish, talk to me, just talk, Carlos.”

If Carlos doesn’t remember that they’re on the road somewhere, he probably instantly breaks.

“Just talk to me, Carlos,” Oscar keeps mumbling from his sleep, but somehow he finds Carlos’ thigh and rests his hand there.

Carlos is trying to focus on the road, but he replies nervously, “Sí, sí. ¿De qué quieres hablar, mi pequeño koala?”

He only sighed and fell deep in his sleep, looking like a kid.

And yes, Carlos held Oscar's hand that was still on his thigh. Tightly.

[afadaily]

Como Rodri 🇪🇸 no tiene instagram, los aficionados del Real Madrid empezaron a comentar los posteos de Rodrigo De Paul alegando que Vinicius Jr 🇧🇷 merecía el Balon De Oro y no él.

Pequeño detalle, se confundieron de Rodri 😬

[angel-amable]

Cómo siempre me he encontado con el gay Hermágoras en el gaixample, me quedé ojoplático cuando ayer me lo encontré en la enorme piscina de chorros de la mejor sauna que he visto. [Hermágoras] - La verdad es que me hace ilusión coincidir contigo en Madrit. Precisamente acabo de llegar de visitar La Frivolidad, Sinsentido, Superficialidad e Hipocresía del Ambiente 'gay' de BCN. [Ángel] - ¿Y qué tal? [Hermágoras] - Decepcionado. Triste. Cada vez que voy a saunear allí, hay una cabina de relajación menos. Lo de anteayer era de traca: sólo había seis cabinas funcionales para tropecientos mil gay que estaban de vacaciones. Vas a una cabina y han puesto taquillas, vas a un cuarto oscuro de laberintos y han puesto taquillas, vas a otra cabina y lo han convertido en un meadero que nadie usa. [Ángel] - Tienes toda la razón. Parece que hay un plan para convertir alguna sauna en simple cuarto oscuro que, entre otras cosas es pequeño. Para este tipo de cosas se puede conseguir más en, por lo menos, media docena de locales. A ver si abren sucursales de saunas de Madrid en Barcelona.

[las-microfisuras]

Llueve en toda Galicia. Suelo y cielo están fundidos, el corazón de cuatro cavidades por su fibra interior, por la lluvia. Toda Galicia es el ámbito de un grande, sordo corazón. Las aldeas, iguales iglesias negras, más negras, negrísimas, de un negro primordial sacado por la lluvia, huelen a establo mojado humano. Rosalía de Castro piensa, de luto en la puerta de su casa, su campo, casa cubo con maíz, uva, hórreo medio, agua corriente cercana. Ve llover en lo verde blando, en la tierra líquida, en el agua terrosa; pasar, entre agua y agua, la vaca constante, el albino adolescente descolorido, el saludador astroso, el peregrino lanudo, el cura mugriento, la niña pecosa débil, el pequeño carro lamentoso. Suenan bajas, ahogadas en aire agua, las campanas de Bastabales.

(Campanas de Bastabales, cuando vos oyo tocar mórrome de saudades.)

Pobreza y soledad. Ansia, congoja, asfixia de tanta soledad y pobreza circundantes. Una boca grande, una simpatía fea, lloran, desesperan, sollozan. Rosalía de Castro, lírica gallega trájica, desesperó, lloró, sollozó siempre, negra de ropa y pena, olvidada de cuerpo, dorada de alma en su pozo propio. ¡Desconsolación de hermosa alma acorralada, aislada, enterrada en vida! La rodean rebaños humanos que son como rebaños no humanos: el mismo cabizbajo pesar, idéntico olor imperdible, igual mansedumbre y sensualidad resignada. Y Rosalía de Castro no se cuida, no puede cuidarse. Anda loca con su ritmo interior, fusión de lluvia llanto, de campana corazón. Toda Galicia es un mojado manicomio, donde se tiene encerrada ella misma. Galicia, cárcel de ventana en condenación de agua, niebla, llanto, por las que Rosalía ve solo fondos cálidos de su alma.

Niebla en Galicia. Una niebla que flota, redondo algodón, nata salada, cercadora parafina, sobre las rías; que sitia los muros, que se arrolla en las playas, que todo lo hace oscuro entre ella, blancura, desentendida. Entran ciegamente los barcos, no entran. Se pierde el hombre escaso en la opaca totalidad melancólica. Lejos, cerca, en su casa, su campo, en la costa desierta, acortadas las distancias patrias, Rosalía de Castro da vueltas largas y lentas, raudas y cortas, alrededor de las cuatro rocas negras, las cuatro paredes caladas. La rodean cerca, lejos, en cada casa sola, roca sola, tumbas jemelas, llenas o vacías, de una eterna tarde gallega de difuntos, otras pobres Rosalías, más viejas o más jóvenes, “viudas de vivos y muertos, que nadie consolará”.

_ Juan Ramón Jiménez, Españoles de tres mundos. Alianza Editorial, Madrid, 1987.

[juliancallejo]

[juantinarchive]

Stream Mis Tías o Juanjo se pondrá triste

[enalfersa]

Ayudas a las madres sin discriminar por la edad, reducción de impuestos, bono energético para el pequeño comercio… Los presupuestos que Ayuso niega a los madrileños

Ayudas a las madres sin discriminar por la edad, reducción de impuestos, bono energético para el pequeño comercio… Los presupuestos que Ayuso niega a los madrileños

Las enmiendas por las que VOX luchó hasta el final para que fueran debatidas en las Asamblea de Madrid, y que, tanto la izquierda como el PP, rechazaron, incluían una serie de medidas que hubieran garantizado un alivio económico a las familias madrileñas ante un 2023 lleno de incertidumbre, y en el que la inflación seguirá, de acuerdo con las previsiones, presente. Sin embargo, un error…

[victusinveritas]

Their horses are black.

Their horseshoes are black.

On their cloaks shine stains

of ink and wax.

They have skulls of lead

and cannot cry.

With their black leather souls

they ride down the road.

Hunchbacked, nocturnal,

where they stir they command

dark rubber silence

and fears of fine sand.

García Lorca, The Ballad of the Spanish Civil Guard.

On August 19, 1936, playwright and poet Federico García Lorca was taken from a jail cell in the city of Granada, escorted to a courtyard in the hills outside the city, and executed, along with a teacher and two anarchist bullfighters who had fought in the city’s defence against Francisco Franco‘s rebellion.

His killers were Fascist militiamen whose leaders had long before targeted the poet for murder, for it was clear where his sympathies lay; he once said, "After all, I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.”

García Lorca had been persecuted for some time by the authorities for his beliefs, lifestyle and writings - they described him as a “socialist and a freemason,” who was guilty of “homosexual and abnormal practices”. “The writer died while mixing with the rebels, these are natural accidents of war” said Franco.

García Lorca was only beginning to attain widespread fame outside Spain at the time of his death, although he had been well known within the country for a decade, ever since the publication of his Gypsy Ballads and plays that included Blood Wedding, all of which spoke to the innermost recesses of the Andalusian soul through the cante jondo, the “deep song.”

It may have been that the unreflective-fascist Franco, disliked the soul-searching capability of García Lorca’s verse; certainly the dictator despised gypsies. During the nearly three-quarters of a century since his death, García Lorca has entered the canon of world poetry and theatre, an eternal rebuke to the enemies of liberty who killed him and to all their kind.

Pictured: Lorca, in 1925 in the Mountains near Madrid. Photograph by Luis Buñuel.

Take This Waltz by Leonard Cohen, based on the poem "Pequeño Vals Vienés" by Federico Garcia Lorca. With beautiful imagery of the poet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phd8keozhJE

[42bakery]

hola! he visto todo el debate sobre la bandera de jorge y queria aportar un poco. por lo que se, jorge usa esa bandera en concreto (siempre es la misma en todas las carreras) porque es la que sus padres usaban para ir a animar a alex criville a jerez y su padre pues se la dio el día que gano por primera vez a modo de recuerdo. yo creo que la bandera no tiene más misterio, es casposa como ella sola pero entendiendo que la comprarían sus padres hace más de 20 años cuando era otro momento histórico y que la tienen de recuerdo, tampoco creo que tenga mucho más ese tema. ahora sobre lo de vox, llevo siendo fan de jorge muchos años y (esto es solo mi teoría) creo que esa deriva se debe en parte al entorno de su actual pareja (lo digo por quien es su familia y los círculos en los que se juntan al estar con ella). esto lo digo porque tiempo antes de estar con ella, recuerdo que fue el ÚNICO piloto que uso sus redes sociales para defender una agresión transfoba a una influencer española y para mi significó muchísimo aquel gesto, pero si es verdad que recientemente ha ido torciéndose un poco el tema (mirad sus ultimos likes de twitter, dandole like a una manifestación de vox...). y lo de que pienso que es por los nuevos círculos a los que se ha juntado es también porque como otros habéis dicho es mejor amigo de aleix y aleix es MUY contrario a la ideología nacionalista de vox (y lo dice abiertamente). no pretendo defender ninguna actitud de extrema derecha ni de coña, pero creo que el tema de la bandera no es algo a destacar habiendo otras cosas mucho más criticables (lo de los likes por ejemplo). pero también os digo, si nos vamos a quejar de jorge también deberíamos hablar de marc y de su actual círculo social que es muuuuucho peor....

Hola 👋👋

A ver, si que es cierto que DAZN comentó que es la misma bandera que sus padres llevaban a Jerez cuando ellos iban a ver las carreras, pero de la manera en que lo dijeron es como si tuvieran que justificar la eleccion. Como @babynflames ha explicado en este post ( https://www.tumblr.com/babynflames/750298627086417920/the-osborne-bull-first-appeared-next-to-spanish ) ya hace muchos años, incluso antes que Jorge naciera. Que si que es cierto que hace 20 años no estaba tan ligada a la ultraderecha, pero yo recuerdo haber visot las pegatinas en los años 2000 y pensar yuks.

Que igualmente que sus padres le dieran el recuerdo esta muy bien, pero es un recuerdo, no tienes que ir paseandolo por todo el mundo cuando esta tan asociado a lo que esta y tienes tantos compañeros Catalanes y Aleix tan vocal como es con el tema de la independencia. Igualmente, si tubiera sentido común no la sacaría, o al menos no en Barcelona. También tengo que cedir que yo soy Catalana y los elementos de ultraderecha y elementos super españoles como la figurita de flamenca o de el toro no se venden bien o no son bien considerados, y que Jorge ha sido criado en Madrid, donde que todas estas cosas se expongan son más comunes.

Sinceramente en el año en el que estamos, que use un elemento tan asociado con la extrema derecha además de los comentarios y con las personas que se ha estado asociando, no se pueden pasar por alto. No puedes no ver el conjunto porque sino le perdonas la bandera, le perdonas el 'marica el último' y lo de 'no se puede ganar con una mujer' y acabas excusandolo todo. Además son pequeños gestos los que acaban siendo peores.

Ya habían escuchado antes lo de la agresión transfoba, pero también hay que tener el cuenta el contexto. Cómo has dicho es antes de tener su actual pareja, pero también estaba en Moto2 o Moto3 y ha habido casos de famosos (que no digo que sea el caso, pero no que no lo sea) que en sus inicios son de una manera pero después se quitan la careta. Puede ser que cómo tu dices todo esto sea influencia de las personas con las que se junta, pero si han conseguido que cambié de opinión Jorge solo ha demostrado una falta de carácter y que es fácil de suggestionar, y eso para mi también es a 'red flag'.

Sobre la relación de Aleix y Jorge, creo simplemente que no hablan de eso. Hay veces que cuando sabes que tu mejor amigo y tu tienen ideales diferentes simplemente lo ignoras. También es que Jorge le debe mucho a Aleix, y si cómo tu dices el cambio se produjo después de que su amistad se entablara ahí lo tienes.

Que quieres que te diga, para mi es más importante la bandera que los likes. Yo no los he visto, pero se que a veces y difícil leer la intención del que lo ha publicado como por ejemplo si estaban siendo irónicos o sarcásticos. Y cuando crees que es una cosa, pues resulta que no. Pero la bandera es decision propia y es lo que es. Jorge no se avergüenza de mostrarla.

Creo que ya lo he dicho alguna vez, pero yo solo miro las carreras y sigo a los pilotos por lo que hacen en pista, no por quienes se juntas, y aunque Marc se este juntando con la peor calaña del mundo, su actitud siempre es respetuosa, no ha mostrado símbolos que incitan al odio o con símbolos tan politico. La única vez que lo hizo fue en Japón con camiseta con las caricaturas y luego se disculpo una vez que se le explico. Jorge parecía molesto por tener que disculparse por sus comentarios en el Hormiguero aún habiéndoselos explicado el porque la gente estaba molesta. Sinceramente, la actitud petulante junto con la ignorancia que ha demostrado y no querer aprender es mucho peor. Pero por mi puedes seguir a quien quieras, solo que sepas que no son santos y cada uno tiene sus problemas

[jartita-me-teneis]

La historia del Ratón Pérez 📜🪶

La figura del Ratón Pérez es una de las tradiciones más entrañables en la cultura hispana, similar a la del hada de los dientes en otras culturas. Este personaje, que se dice que visita a los niños cuando pierden un diente de leche, tiene una historia rica y fascinante que se remonta a finales del siglo XIX.

Orígenes de la tradición

La tradición de los ratones que recogen dientes de leche se remonta a varias culturas, pero el Ratón Pérez, tal como lo conocemos hoy, fue popularizado en España por el escritor Luis Coloma en 1894. Coloma fue encargado de escribir un cuento para el entonces niño rey Alfonso XIII, quien había perdido su primer diente. La historia fue concebida para consolar al joven monarca y hacer que la experiencia de perder un diente fuera menos aterradora.

El cuento de Luis Coloma

En el relato de Coloma, el Ratón Pérez es un pequeño roedor que vive en una caja de galletas en la calle Arenal de Madrid. Cuando un niño pierde un diente, el Ratón Pérez visita su casa mientras duerme, recoge el diente y deja una moneda o un pequeño regalo como recompensa. La historia se presenta de una manera mágica y divertida, lo que ayudó a suavizar el temor que muchos niños sienten al perder sus dientes.

El impacto cultural

La historia del Ratón Pérez tuvo un impacto inmediato en la cultura española y se extendió rápidamente a otros países de habla hispana. Con el tiempo, el Ratón Pérez se convirtió en un símbolo de la infancia y de la transición de los niños hacia la adultez. La tradición de dejar el diente bajo la almohada y esperar la visita del ratón se ha mantenido viva en muchas familias, convirtiéndose en un rito que acompaña a los niños en su crecimiento.

Variaciones en otras culturas

Aunque el Ratón Pérez es el personaje más conocido en el mundo hispano, la tradición de los ratones que recogen dientes no es exclusiva de España. En otras culturas, existen figuras similares:

- Hada de los dientes: En la cultura anglosajona, el hada de los dientes realiza una función similar, recogiendo dientes de leche y dejando monedas o pequeños regalos a cambio.

- Ratoncito de los dientes: En algunas partes de América Latina, se le llama "Ratoncito de los dientes" y se le atribuyen características similares al Ratón Pérez.

- Tradiciones en Asia: En países como Japón y Vietnam, los dientes de leche se lanzan al tejado o se entierran en el suelo, con la esperanza de que crezcan dientes fuertes y sanos.

El Ratón Pérez en la literatura y el cine

El Ratón Pérez ha sido objeto de diversas adaptaciones en la literatura y el cine. Su historia ha sido ilustrada en libros infantiles y ha aparecido en películas y programas de televisión, lo que ha contribuido a su popularidad y a la perpetuación de la tradición. En 2006, se lanzó una película animada titulada *El Ratón Pérez*, que reimaginó la historia del famoso roedor y su mundo mágico.

Reflexiones sobre la tradición

La figura del Ratón Pérez no solo es un símbolo de la infancia, sino que también representa la transición de los niños hacia la madurez. La pérdida de los dientes de leche es un hito importante en el desarrollo infantil, y la tradición del Ratón Pérez ayuda a los niños a enfrentar este cambio de manera positiva y lúdica.

En conclusión, la historia del Ratón Pérez es un ejemplo de cómo las tradiciones culturales pueden surgir y evolucionar a lo largo del tiempo. A través de su narrativa encantadora, el Ratón Pérez ha dejado una huella imborrable en la infancia de millones de niños en el mundo hispano, convirtiéndose en un símbolo de la magia y la alegría de crecer.