#plena bomba

[bloghrexach]

"While away from the island on his arena tour that grossed over $200 million, Bad Bunny listened to old-school Puerto Rican music and was motivated to integrate it into his new work upon returning home. The 30-year-old singer incorporated many genres, including reggaeton, música jíbara, salsa, plena, bomba, house, and dembow into 17 tracks. “I am Puerto Rican, I am Caribbean, and my music, my culture, my country’s history run through my veins, from plena to reggaeton,” Benito shared in a press statement.

The album is the Grammy Award winner’s love letter to Puerto Rico."

Bad Bunny’s New Album Is a Love Letter to Puerto Rico—and These Are the Most Important Details

[phonographica]

Willie Colón - Cosa Nuestra (1969)

[havatabanca]

[astramachina]

OH HEY

If you liked La Bomba (which has a heavy salsa influence, that being what helped it to the top of a lot of charts), he has another song called Pégate which is a lot more traditional in its form of "bomba y plena" (with a hint of mainstream pop, obviously), which are the two main musical stylings that compose Puerto Rico's folkloric music and dance! It also includes a le lo lai, a traditional chant that goes hard as fuck if you wanna dance to it.

Ricky Martin - La Bomba 1998

Puerto Rican singer-songwriter Ricky Martin began his musical career at twelve as a member of Puerto Rican boyband Menudo. His solo career started in 1991, and his third album, A Medio Vivir (1995), helped him rise to prominence in European countries.

"La Bomba" was the third single from his fourth studio album, Vuelve (1998). The album earned Martin his first Grammy Award. The song's title, which translates to "the Bomb" in English, is derived from the Afro-Puerto Rican dance music of the same name. Lyrically, it is a metaphor in which Martin compares the bomba music "to a drink that makes you drunk; the listener is high from the rhythm of the dance".

"La Bomba" is one of Martin's most commercially successful songs in his career. It was a top-five hit in Central American countries, including Costa Rica, El Salvador, Guatemala, and Nicaragua. The song peaked at number 27 on the US Billboard Hot Latin Tracks chart while in the same week, the song peaked at numbers 11 and 13 on Billboard's Latin Pop Songs and Tropical/Salsa charts, respectively. In Spain, it reached number five, giving Martin his second top-five hit in the country, following his 1998 chart-topper hit, "La Copa de la Vida". "La Bomba" also peaked in the top 40 of several non Spanish-speaking countries, such as Australia and Sweden. It won the award for Best Danceable Tune at the 1999 Premios Eres.

"La Bomba" received a total of 85,3% yes votes!

[galexiadraws]

I saw that we were drawing hatsune miku in our culture so you guys get puerto rican miku from me 😌🇵🇷💖

Fun fact: this is the kind of outfit we wear for our traditional dances la bomba and la plena and the flower is also from puerto rico called flor de maga :>

[siribaes]

IN OUR PAST LIVES ( Part 1 )

Dario Sepúlveda x blackfem!reader (OC — Nina Fuentes)

“During his quest to find Griselda, Dario reunites with an old friend in Miami—”

PARING: Friend/ “Former Client” to Lovers

SUGGESTED TUNES💿: Mack the Knife (cover) by Tito Puente, La Plena Bomba Me Llama by Celia Cruz & Tito Puente, Yerbero Moderno by Celia Cruz, Abayarde by Tego Calderon, Una Noche Mas by Yasmin Levy

CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Cursing, Some racist language/ideologies (reference to La Perra Negra & the story takes place in late 1970s so you know, not the most foward-thinking of times), the main character is a sex worker, use of the Spanish language, star-crossed lovers-esque elements, references to death, drugs, trafficking, Cartel activities, or*l (fem & alluded to male receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, Fluff, Dario being lowkey a soft boy, *Unedited/Not Proofread

AUTHORS NOTE: uhmmm who else has seen alberto guerra in griselda??? 👀 it’s a great show highly recommend everyone go watch! alberto being shirtless is just an added bonus, so basically this is slightly AU-ish in this fic dario travels back to miami twice (i think i can’t remember lol) before “finding” griselda—full stop bc spoilers but yeah. the OC is a former sex worker, and Afro-Colombian/Latina (faceclaim is Yaya DaCosta <3), but yeah i hope y’all enjoy :) 💖

Medellín, Colombia - Spring 1976 (The Past)

The weather was in a particularly odd flux. For most of the day, heat raged on like an unrelenting wave, the weatherman reported scorching temperatures, a whopping, almost record breaking 101 degrees. Medellin quickly became a ghost-town, people sought refuge from the unbearable temperatures. The heat trickled its way into the evening, until around 9 or so, storm clouds suddenly swirled the sky, then, boom, a torrential downpour. The rain came down in violent pelts, hitting everything and anything insight. However, as quickly as the storm came, it went. The temperatures went down, the rain aided in crispness in the air. The wind swept through the streets and neighborhoods of Medellin, with coolness and airiness that was necessary, relieving.

Relief was exactly what Nina needed.

With the scorching temperatures, it brought a particular irritation with her clientele. It was like the hotter it became, the meaner they were. One of her regulars, Mr. Moneybags (an older gentleman, who happened to be very, very, generous with his wealth.), who was severely punctual and only wanted oral. He was never rude, impatient or rough with her. Until today. He was late, storming into her room, barking orders for her get on her knees, and when Nina finally did give him what he wanted, all Mr. Moneybags could ramble on about was high rough day at the office and he needed to tame "La Perra Negra". To make matters worse, when Mr. Moneybags orgasmed, he cummed on her shirt (a brand-new halter top, made of fine silk and in the prettiest shade of coral, it wasn't cheap, it cost her 78 pesos.) and in her hair (pillowy-soft coils as someone told her once). That was a complete, no, no.

Mr. Moneybags was the first of her clients to receive a verbal lashing, but he wasn't the last. As the hours rolled by, each man arriving acting more brutish and egregious than the last. Nina handed out her lashings with ease, all for her to be met with the same insult, fuck you, Perra Negra. The heat only fueled her rage, so much that the one customer, who had some semblance of decorum, went soft in her mouth. He quickly scurried out, offering a sympathetic smile, and promised that he'll come back next week, when she felt better.

So, when the storm came, Nina was more than relieved. She got some reprieve from her finnicky clients, even though her room was tucked away on the further corner of the brothel, the rain seemed to drown out the noise from the other end of the compound. She was able to soak her stresses away in her tub, light a candle or two, slip on her favorite mini-silk robe, and actually rest. The raindrops served as a lullaby from Nina as she drifted off to sleep.

Now, at 2 AM, Nina sat in a chair on her small balcony. She people-watched from her small corner, relishing in the cool breeze the generously fanned over her skin. She more than deserved this peace and stillness after the shit she had to deal with. After a while, Nina became engrossed in this older couple blocks away, were dancing in the middle of the street. She was so enraptured with the couple she didn't even hear the door creep open.

A familiar scent drifted through the air, a blend of cinnamon, tobacco, cardamom, and strangely mint. Nina couldn't help the smile the curled onto to her lips, as heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

"You left the door open,"

Nina smirked. "What if I left it open for you,"

"Hm. That's unlike you,"

Nina turned around meeting those soft, russet-colored eyes, she cared to enjoy so much. She playfully batted her eye lashes.

"Oh, Dario, you mustn't forget, you are my favorite customer," Nina purred. She rose from her seated position, and unabashedly took in Dario's appearance.

He was meticulously dressed, he wore neatly ironed, black slacks with a coordinating black dress shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a sliver of warm-tawny skin, and the ink-colored edges of a tattoo. Nina wondered sometimes what the fully tattoo would look like, or better, would she ever get to see it.

From the first night they met, Nina gathered that Dario was someone who took pride in their appearance. He was never sloppy, not a flick of dirt or dust sullied his clothes or shoes. Thick, brown tresses were combed and quaffed with care, while he maintained neatly trimmed facial hair. Even the way Dario carried himself was equally irresistible, he possessed a poise and calmness that was developed, cultivated, even. He was careful with his words, never speaking out of turn or without thought. He charmed his way into people's hearts, both old and young alike.

Dario was a true debonair. It was the perfect distraction from what he truly was, a hit man. El Sicario.

"You look thirsty," Nina strutted past Dario to the small bar along the wall inside, "Would you like a drink?"

''Not tonight,"

Nina tsked, "Where's the fun in that? You can't just humor me, I've had a terrible day and--"

"Enough Nina," She paused to looked over her shoulder at him. His brows were furrowed, as looked intensely at Nina. After a beat, Nina turned a back around, pouring some tequila in a glass. She turned back around, gesturing for Dario to speak. "I'm looking for someone," Dario pulled a photo out of his front pocket.

"Aren't you always," Nina sassed. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying seeing Dario a bit peeved, it was so refreshing to see, even Dario, el sicario himself, could be annoyed.

He shows her the photo, "Vincent Fernandez, you know him?"

Nina scans the picture, taking in the face of the man.

"Yes and no," Dario's eyebrow quirks, "His real name is Vincent, but nobody calls him that. He goes by Chuy,"

"Okay...Chuy, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago. He was coming out of Carmen's room...now that I think about it, she was leaving with him. She carried a suitcase too. Haven't seen her since,"

Immediately, Dario balled up the picture, flinging at the wall. He began to pace and back forth, his left handed raked through his hair, messing up that of that beautiful handiwork.

Something thrummed inside of Nina as she watched Dario slowly lose composure. Dario’s beautiful features were twisted with frustration, his jaw was clenched, and eyes were blazed. He stopped pacing and stood next to a small coffee table with vase that sat on top. With hesitation, Dario snatched the vase and launched it at the wall. Ceramic shards exploded on impact, pieces flew everywhere in the process.

"FUCK!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" Nina rushed over, she brushed past him, and picked up a broken piece of the vase, "Fuckin' pendejo, this was a gift from a friend," She was seething, gearing up to cuss him out to fullest extent but she paused. On one of the broken pieces with a red speck. Nina's eyes drifted towards the floor, seeing a trail of red spots, the spots grew larger and larger, until there was a small pool of blood underneath Dario's hand. "...You're bleeding,"

"What?" Dario one step but Nina quickly stopped him.

"Stop! Stop, it's getting all on the floor. Go to the bathroom and rinse the cut. When your done there's a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in cabinet, grab it, and sit on the couch," Dario just stood there a bit lost in his eyes, "Vete! Go, now!"

Dario disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nina in the mess he created.

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"This is going to sting so keep still," The two sat next to each other on the couch. In one hand, Nina gently cradled Dario's hand, his wounded palm facing up. The other hand held a cotton ball soaked in Hydrogen peroxide. She slowly inched the ball towards the cut, when it the skin, Dario instantly hissed, moving his hand slightly. Nina pressed again, trying to be a bit softer than before, but Dario jerked his hand away again. Nina swatted at his stomach. "Ay! Stop moving,"

Dario finally complied, relaxing against her touch, letting her clean the cut. A quietness fell over them as Nina worked in a comfortable rhythm of wiping and dabbing.

"I'll make sure to pay for the vase," Nina stopped, looking up at Dario. There was a sincerity in his eyes, and something else...embarrassment maybe? "The least I could do, since you put up with shit all the time..."

Nina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling, at Dario's gesture. She said nothing in return, but instead sat the used cotton balls to the side and reached for the roll of bandages. Nina couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about Dario right. One part of her was agitated with him with how he broke her vase and how edgy he was being towards her all of the sudden. The other part of her was attracted to Dario, something about him losing control like that revved her engine. For once he wasn't so controlled and calculated, he was human, flaws and all.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask, but, why are you looking for Chuy?" Nina asked, slowly wrapped the bandages around Dario's hand.

To Nina's surprise, he answered. "He took something that didn't belong to him,"

"...Oh. Oh," Nina nodded realizing what Dario what he meant. Chuy had to have stolen a kilo or two of coke from them. Everyone in Medellin knew stealing from the Bravo family was a guaranteed death sentence. "Shit, I should've known..."

Dario shook his head. "It's not on you. The sneaky bastard managed to fool all of us, especially me,"

Nina chuckled nervously as she tucked the last strip of the bandage underneath a bottom layer.

"All finished," She slowly let go of Dario's hand to gather and put back her supplies, "I would give it a day before checking the cut to see if its healing. Just try to keep it your hands clean the best you can,"

Dario nodded. "Thank you,"

Nina smiled gently at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she bounced around and out of the room disposing of the trash and putting her supplies back. When she came back into the room, she found Dario relaxed against the couch looking outside. She followed his gaze up to the night sky. The normal starry, ink-colored sky was now filled with stormy clouds.

"It's going to rain again," Nina murmured, she returned to her spot next to Dario.

"How'd you figure?"

Nina pointed to the sky. "The clouds. Plus, the air is getting thick...y'know humidity,"

Dario laughed, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, making Nina's heart skip a beat. He quickly quieted as a look of curiosity filled his expression.

"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff...like patch people up?"

"I guess I got tired of getting rug burns and bruises on my knees from giving head so much. It's bad for business,"

"That's fucked up,"

Nina shrugged. "It's a part of the job. I have to be perfect and presentable at all times. It's what sells the fantasy. So, I had to become my own doctor, learn how to patch myself up. I also learned, that if I was on my knees for too long, all the time, I wasn't doing my job correctly.

Dario tipped his head, scratching at his goatee, "Where the guys always that rough with you?"

"Someone is mighty curious tonight," Nina teased. She twirled a coil round her pointer finger, "but, to answer your question, no. Some tried to, but I was always on guard. I had to be, I'm the only black girl here...La Perra Negra. Before my regulars, most of the guys thought because I’m black, a morenita, that's I wanted. It took some threats and me pulling out my switch blade a couple of times, but they got the picture. Sometimes I feel bad for them...they’re so caught up in fucking me as a conquest, and not for their own pleasure. Typical men,"

Dario's brow quirked. "Typical?"

"You know what I mean. Most men when they have sex are either caught up in some ego thing, or only focus on pleasuring themselves they don't bother in pleasuring their partners, especially if the partner is a woman,"

"I suppose you're right,"

"You suppose? Do you feel the opposite?”

"Not entirely. You do have a point…I guess I’m not most men. I like pleasuring my woman,” Dario rasped. His pink tongue swiped at his bottom lip before continuing, “It turns me on to see her lose..composure ‘cause I’m fuckin’ her so good. I dunno it just gets me there. I could never get hard or cum without doing so,”

From the tops of Nina's ears all the way to the bottoms of her manicured toes, she ran hot. Her mind raced with flashes of images of her and Dario in the nastiest of scenarios. If she wasn't sure about being attracted to Dario, this solidified it. Despite her growing need to literally lunge herself at him, she pulled back. She needed to make him sweat.

"I guess there's some room for exceptions," Nina hummed, she readjusted herself, re-crossing her legs, make sure to give him a quick flash of her lacy panties. She secretly thanked her Orishas, when she saw Dario's eyes wander to her thighs.

"I had customer the other day," Nina continued, "Sweet guy, couldn't fuck to save his life, so I suggested get on top. I thought riding him would be better, but it wasn't. So, in a last-ditch effort, I closed my eyes and imagined it someone else..."

"Who did you imagine?"

"...You. I imagined you underneath me, fucking me. I fantasized about those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. How it would feel to have your hands on me...all the things those hands could do. Like would you pull my hair, or grip my hips so hard that I would have bruises? Or, would you smack my ass while you stroked, deep inside me...even better would you hold my hands behind my back, while you played with my clit? Then, like magic, I came...I don't think I've cum so hard in my life—”

He cut her off with kiss. It was gentle and sweet. As Dario moved his lips, he gingerly swept his tongue against Nina’s lips savoring her taste. He snaked his arms around Nina’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A small whimper escaped Nina as Dario’s hands roamed her body. She felt her body hum with need as he rubbed and squeezed at her flesh. A smarting slap from Dario caused Nina to mewl breaking the kiss.

“Fuck! Dario,” Nina whined. She leaned her forehead against Dario’s. She pulled back to see Dario’s face fully, her heart rattled against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Mi hermosa mariposa," Dario murmured, hands drifted up and down the sides of Nina's torso. She felt a wetness begin to pool beneath her, the more Dario caressed her.

“I want you,”

Dario smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Nina nodded her hands reaching for Dario’s belt buckle, but he stopped her.

“It’s not about me tonight,” he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried Nina to bed. Dario dropped her softly down the plush sheets. “It’s all about you,”

Nina could tell from the serious yet lustful glint in his eyes that Dario meant every word he said. She sat up on her elbows watching as Dario’s nimble fingers undid the belt of her robe. He pushed the fabric, revealing nothing but soft curves, rich brown skin and lacy fabric. With his pointer finger, Dario traced Nina's collar bone, dragging it down her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps the further down he went. Nina's breath hitched in her throat as Dario's thumbs rubbed soft circles on the skin above the waistband of her panties.

"I like the way your eyes light up when I touch you, solecita,"

"Please, Dario. Enough games,"

Dario chuckled. He held her hips in place, sinking down to his knees.

"Patience," Dario held his gaze as he inched his head closer to Nina's clothed pussy. The two moaned in unison when Dario licked a stripe at Nina's clothed entrance. He continued on licking, probing, and mouthing her pussy. Moans fell helplessly from Nina's lips as she felt the lacy fabric rub against her clit. Dario relentlessly moved his tongue, spurring Nina on, she felt slick dripping downwards on her thighs.

"More. I need more, baby, please,"

It was like switch went off in Dario. He stopped all movement, as he just stared at Nina. Long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinked.

"Baby...say that again," he murmured.

"Baby," Nina cooed. She sat up, reaching for Dario, she cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her cheek, placing a kiss on her palm.

Then like a flash, Dario ripped Nina's panties a part. He skillfully gathered the torn shreds and flung them away. He dove straight for Nina's pussy. Despite his meticulous nature, when it came to pleasure Dario was sloppy. There was no spot or area left unattended. His tongue alternating between swirling and lapping Nina's clit. Dario's pace was so unrelenting, it sent Nina's body into throws of pleasure. Just when she felt the familiar coil in her belly, Dario pulled back, only to blow cooly onto her drenched pussy.

"B-baby, fuck!" Nina yelped aloud, her hands found themselves back into Dario's hair, as he returned back to her core.

He placed a wet kiss, creating a lewd smacking noise that echoed into the air. Dario dove back in, plunging his expertly skilled tongue into her entrance, fucking her. Nina felt like her entire body was on fire, completely blazed with pleasure as Dario relentlessly fucked her pussy. Her mind swirled feeling the familiar coil in her stomach become tighter and tighter.

"I-I'm gonna cum. Oooh shit," Nina panted. She pulled tighter at Dario's hair. "I'm c-cuming, fuckkkk!"

The coil snapped. Nina shakily thrusted her hips towards Dario's mouth, riding out her orgasm. Dario stayed still softly lapping up her cum, he did keep gentle hand on Nina's waist to steady her.

"Mhmmm, so good to me, baby, s'good," Nina loosen her grip on Dario's tresses, letting her arms fall back onto the bed.

Dario hummed appreciatively before pressing soft kisses on Nina's inner thighs. Her fluttered when she saw the slick sheen of her nectar glistening in Dario's mustache and goatee.

"You like when I'm good to you?" Nina could feel his grip on her thighs get tighter as he spoke. When Nina nodded instead replying, Dario slapped her thigh. "Words, Nina, I wanna hear you,"

"Yes!"

"Good. You gonna be good for me this time?" Nina hissed when two of Dario's fingers found her clit, rubbing taut circles.

"Yessss, I'll be good for you, baby!"

He quickly switched his technique, he plunged his fingers into her wetness. Nina whined at the squelching and lewd noises that her pussy made as Dario stroked in and out of her. Dario bent down and gave Nina searing hot kiss, he wedged his tongue inside of Nina's mouth, allowing her to taste herself.

"Please don't stop,"

"I won't mi amor, I can feel you...you close?"

"So close, baby, please,"

Dario slowed his pace down, giving Nina slower strokes, but drove deeper, and deeper every time. Her walls fluttered around his fingers when they met her oh so sweet spot. Nina's orgasm came swiftly as a fast-moving freight train. Her mind went blank, as she screamed out in pleasure. Nina's legs jerked and spasmed as her nectar flowed out in endless droves. Dario slowly slipped his fingers out, kissing the side of Nina's face as she reveled in the planes of ecstasy.

The two fell back into the bed. Nina snuggled up close to Dario's side, her fingers still tingly, traced the ink of his half-covered up tattoo. She looked out to the balcony. It was raining.

"I think we knew each other in our past lives..." Dario trailed, he kept his eyes towards the ceiling as spoke.

"As what? Enemies?" Nina teased.

"No," He sighed deeply, turning to meet her eyes. His face was open, vulnerable, Nina felt her heart flutter. "We were...something to each other, I know it..."

For the second time this night a quietness fell over them. They stared wordlessly at one another, as the raindrops lightly pelted outside. Nina didn't know what to make of Dario's sudden confession, or revelation. She did know that the way he looked at her in this moment, made her feel all mushy and gooey inside. Nina leaned in capturing Dario's lips into a passionate kiss.

"You know what I know," Nina purred parting from Dario's lips. She straddled him, reaching for his belt buckle, this time Dario didn't stop her. "Reciprocity...Can I have some more, baby?"

"Yes. Mi amor, in every lifetime."

[stresshyperdeath]

Given Lea's habit of spinning everywhere, I only thought it was appropriate to put her in a traditional Bomba y Plena Dress. (I am ashamed to say I had to partially trace parts of the dress)

Also, Lea is now Puertorriqueña, you can't stop me.

[cerebrodigital]

En 1949, la física Chien-Shiung Wu concibió un experimento que documentó evidencia de entrelazamiento cuántico. Participó en la creación de la bomba atómica junto a Oppenheimer y ayudó a dos físicos a ganar el Premio Nobel, aunque ella no fue reconocida.

Sus descubrimientos han permanecido ocultos a plena vista durante más de 70 años.

“Chien-Shiung Wu, junto a su estudiante de posgrado Irving Shaknov, fueron a un laboratorio debajo del Pupin Hall de la Universidad de Columbia en noviembre de 1949. Necesitaban antimateria para su nuevo experimento, así que hicieron la suya propia utilizando una máquina llamada ciclotrón. El imán de varias toneladas de la máquina era tan gigantesco que, una década antes, los administradores debieron abrir un agujero en una pared exterior y usar al equipo de fútbol para poder mover el inmenso bloque de hierro…”

Es una fascinante historia sobre una mente prodigiosa que por una u otra causa, quedó invisibilizada tanto por su género, como por sus orígenes y que por poco nos privamos de sus invenciones dentro de la física.

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What does Bad Bunny's political track 'Debí Tirar Más Fotos' reveal about Puerto Rico? : NPR

Bad Bunny's Latest Album "DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS" Celebrates Puerto Rican Pride In Bad Bunny's latest album, "DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS," the Puerto Rican superstar showcases a collection of joyful rhythms and rallying anthems that highlight Puerto Rican values and issues. The album serves as a global spotlight on Puerto Rico's history and future, merging music past and present to deliver powerful messages of resistance and prideful music. Let's delve deeper into the context of this impactful music. What is the album's message about Puerto Rico's history and future? "DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS" captures a historical record of Puerto Rico, blending personal and political elements to illustrate the evolving landscape of the island. Songs like "TURiSTA" address pressing issues like the impact of tourism on Puerto Rico, shedding light on the challenges faced by the island. Additionally, tracks like "LO QUE LE PASÓ A HAWAii" explore themes of independence and identity, reflecting on the struggles of Puerto Ricans. The album serves as a rallying cry for resistance and unity among Puerto Ricans worldwide. How has Bad Bunny historically been or not been politically involved? Bad Bunny has a history of addressing political realities in his music, using his platform to shed light on pressing issues faced by Puerto Ricans. From highlighting power grid failures to advocating for social change, Bad Bunny's music has been a tool for raising awareness and expressing his views. While his music often delves into party and heartbreak themes, Bad Bunny's ability to infuse political messages into his songs showcases his versatility and impact as an artist. What musical references is this album making and what is the political history of those sounds? "DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS" pays homage to Puerto Rico's rich musical heritage, incorporating elements of traditional folk music like plena and bomba. These genres have served as conduits for social messaging and identity preservation throughout Puerto Rican history. By incorporating these musical references, Bad Bunny connects to his roots and pays tribute to the cultural significance of these art forms. What is the history of reggaeton as a form of resistance in Puerto Rico? Reggaeton has roots in marginalized Afro-Latino communities in Puerto Rico, serving as a platform for expressing frustrations about inequality and colonial legacies. Artists like Ivy Queen have used reggaeton to challenge societal norms and advocate for social change, turning the genre into a global phenomenon. Despite its commercial success, reggaeton remains a tool for resistance and empowerment for many artists and listeners. "DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS" is being hailed as Bad Bunny's most Puerto Rican album yet, showcasing his personal growth and dedication to his roots. By creating music that embodies Puerto Rican pride and addresses pressing issues facing the island, Bad Bunny solidifies his role as a cultural icon and advocate for change. His latest album marks a new chapter in his career, one that reflects a deeper connection to his heritage and a commitment to using his platform for positive impact. #News #Bad #Bunnys #Debí #Fotos #Más #NPR #political #Puerto #reveal #Rico #Tirar #track https://tinyurl.com/24krewrg

[murcielagatito]

hobie would listen to bomba y plena (puertorican music genres) to one connect with miles and learn abt his culture and two because that shit is ACTUALLY punk as fuck. anyways here listen to el tumbe (the tomb) by plena combativa

heres an english link explaining the song and giving u more info about it and the musicians

“PLENA (the genre) is rooted in African songs and dances. It originated in Ponce [a city in Puerto Rico] around 1920, though its complex rhythms and soneos (calls and responses) go back decades”

[windup-berry]

~BOMBA Y PLENA~

[florecienta21]

Disney Pinocchio: "I will always dance" But Fabiana, her brother and the puppet trio will sing it together.

Chorus: La-la-la

La-la

La-la-la-la...

Fabiana: I may not be a ballerina

But I'll always dance

And I may not sway in partner

But I'll know romance

Enzo: Half-human, half-marionette

I'm practicing my pirouette

I'll move without apology

And every step will set me free

Fabiana: I will always dance and dream of my plié

Enzo: They'll see with just one glance

Fabiana: Me land a grand jeté

Enzo: They'll smile and they'll all talk

Fabiana: I'll still need help to walk

Both: But I will always

Dance!

Amelie (French puppet): Start with the tango and then the salsa

Deborah (Dutch puppet); And there's the rumba

Natasha (Russian puppet): And then we cha-cha-cha

Amelie: The paso doble, the quickstep

Deborah: The two-step, the foxtrot

Natasha: Merengue, bachata

Enzo and Fabiana: the mambo, the bomba

The plena, the samba

The kathak, kabuki and more

Deborah: All you need is your feet

And a beat and the floor

Natasha: You'll find your flow

And that’s when you let go

Fabiana: Let it go like a child

Enzo: And be free and be wild

The four together: Just do can-cans, not can'ts

Amelie: Like the girls do in France

[daba-dabaaan]

Susana Baca feat. Calle 13 - Plena y Bomba

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Capítulo 1:

(La historia es una adaptación de la obra FINAL FANTASY VII por lo tanto incluye SPOILERS de esta.)

Reactor de Mako nº1

Buscar datos confidenciales de Shinra era básicamente mi trabajo principal. Lo hacia para encontrar respuestas a esas preguntas que todo habitante de Midgar se ha planteado alguna vez. 

¿ Hasta que punto nos estaban diciendo la verdad ?

Me adentré al reactor número 1 con una misión muy clara: Robar información. Estaba segura de mi misma, no era la primera vez que lo hacía y me conocía todos los puntos ciegos de las zonas más confidenciales. Aunque cuando llegué a través de las vías del tren, noté el ambiente cambiado, un ambiente sobrecargado. Parecía que Shinra estaba en alerta roja en la zona y habían aumentado la seguridad. 

¿ Qué estaba pasando ?

Empecé a infiltrarme por las salas como bien podía, estaba llena de soldados en plena vigilancia. La misión empezaba siendo difícil, un paso en falso y todo se desvanecía. 

A través de varias salas llegué al punto que quería, una sala donde habían varias cajoneras con documentación que podrían ser el punto de inflexión en mi investigación. Quería saber a toda costa que es lo que Shinra llevaba queriendo tanto tiempo y sobretodo el porqué. Empecé a revisar todos los documentos, uno por uno, a mi ritmo. Sabía que con la seguridad que había en la entrada principal nadie tendría porque acceder donde me situaba yo. 

Sin embargo, un enorme estruendo hizo que recobrara mis sentidos. Agarré todos los documentos que pude y me los metí en mi mochila. Salí corriendo de la sala, pensando que me habían pillado infraganti pero no me esperaba lo que mis ojos terminarían de ver.

Al escapar de la sala de documentación del reactor número 1 terminé en una gigantesca sala, la sala del reactor. Esta sala era tan inmensa que el reactor se encontraba abajo del todo, a unas 5 plantas de mi pero se podía ver perfectamente desde mi zona. Entonces fue cuando me di cuenta que la sala se empezaba a desmoronar. Mis ojos no pudieron evitar mirar hacia el reactor para posarse en dos chicos huyendo de este. 

No puede ser verdad, ¿han puesto una bomba? ¿Quieren explotar el reactor? 

Los dos chicos se separaron de inmediato, buscando una manera de salir rápidamente de aquel lugar que en escasos 20 minutos iba a salir volando. Me asusté, no sabía quienes eran ni cuál era su propósito. 

En un golpe de realidad me percaté que cuando explotara el reactor toda la documentación se quemaría y no quedaría rastro físico para poder seguir con mi investigación. Rápidamente empecé a correr dirección la puerta de la sala de documentación para poder coger toda la información que pudiese. 

Mi cometido por eso fue en vano porque en mi camino rápido hacia allí se me interpuso un chico rubio, con los ojos repletos de mako.

– ¿Dónde vas? Es peligroso quedarse aquí. ¡Vete!

Abrí los ojos inmediatamente y aunque entendí sus palabras yo no iba a quedarme sin esa información. Así que hice el gesto de querer meterme en la sala y el chico rubio me cogió del brazo y me llevo a fuerzas hacia fuera de la zona más peligrosa del reactor escapando, de milagro, de la explosión de esa bomba.

Corríamos dirección el ascensor ya que ahora teníamos un problema más, el edificio se estaba cayendo a pedazos. En la puerta nos esperaba el otro chico, de pelo muy corto y de complexión física grande que había puesto la bomba junto al rubio.

 — ¡Rápido!

Nos metimos dentro del ascensor y el chico se me quedo mirando.

— ¿Y está quién es? Como nos la juegue te quedarás sin paga, soldadito.

Miraba fijamente al rubio mientras lo decía, algo agobiado por la situación. 

— No lo sé

— No vas a dar más explicaciones, ¿eh? 

Me encontraba inédita, sin entender muy bien lo que estaba pasando ni cómo gestionarlo en mi cabeza. No me salían las palabras. 

Las puertas del ascensor se abrieron y allí se encontraban una chica de pelo castaño recogido y un chico con una cinta roja en la cabeza que nunca antes había visto. Ella estaba concentrada en poder abrir la puerta para poder seguir saliendo del edificio. 

— ¡Abierta! 

Ella se me quedo mirando un momento pero no le dio importancia ya que lo más importante era poder salir de allí a toda prisa. Empezamos a correr por unos puentes de metal, rodeados por el fuego de la explosión. En ese momento la chica se cayó al suelo y me acerqué rápidamente a ayudarla a levantarse.

— ¿Estás bien?- Le tendí la mano para que pudiera caminar.

— Si, no te preocupes. Encantada de conocerte.

Se levantó gracias a mi ayuda dedicándome una sonrisa sincera y al volver a empezar a correr de golpe la plataforma se partió a la mitad. Salté rápidamente llegando al otro lado y me giré para ver si alguien más se había quedado atrás. En ese mismo instante el chico rubio dio un mayor salto que el mío llegando perfectamente a la zona segura. La chica se dirigió a él haciéndole un gesto de complicidad.

— ¡Hala, menudo salto!

Dicho esto el rubio sonrió y me quede mirando fijamente esa situación. Ella hizo una llamada de continuo y seguimos corriendo hasta por fin salir del reactor, justo a tiempo de que todo terminara de derrumbarse.

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Esto es una adaptación de la obra original FINAL FANTASY VII (SQUARE ENIX©) sin fines de lucro. Solo tiene fines lúdicos y de comunidad. Prohibida la copia de la adaptación igual que la extracción de personajes propios sin autorización.

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