#tobalaba

[imaginarycow]

Quem aprendeu a sobreviver um domingo a noite

Me ensina por favor

São vocês das pequenas vitórias, cercadas de amor e solidez

Quero ter essa pureza das boas intenções

Mas o amargo é quem me acompanha

O amargo do brigadeiro, de uma cidade de concreto, desse ar denso e poluido e de uma maquina de costura.

Não adianta mais tentar fugir porque sempre está na minha boca

[tamapalace]

Chile Tamagotchi Club Schedules August 2024 Meetup

Another meetup is on the books in Chile! The Chile Tamagotchi Club has scheduled their next meetup for August 24th, 2024 at 14:00 located at Tobalaba Urban Market (MUT). Bring your Tamagotchi’s to connect, there will also be some surprises too!

It has later been revealed that there will be a Tama Tournament! Bring your Tamagotchi Uni or Connection and join the competition.

[silverlestrange]

New Year, New Lifestyle, New Goals! Empezando por la salud y pasando por lo físico, gracias a @activa_tfitness por ser parte de esta nueva etapa de vida que empecé hace 8 meses haciendo sólo entrenamientos cardiovasculares y hace 1 me atrás subí el nivel y empecé con maquinas y peso libre, no es fácil pero me encanta el reto y mejor Personal Trainer que ella no puedo tener. 💚🦾👟 (at Smart Fit Tobalaba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm9haH7O6QoGZ_ajzrQRO3TV9lzDLy2vIuBI-w0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tobalaba]

Oh yes, Tobalaba is my new name. <3

I'll be busy restructuring my accounts and updating them with this new name. Keep this name in your heads <3

[pablo-mv]

Mercado Urbano Tobalaba MUT. Santiago de Chile

[popmusicu]

The Speakeasy is now open

Santiago de Chile, June 2023, 10.34 p.m. I look at my face in the mirror in front of me, which is not that of my bathroom, but that of a bar in Providencia where I have come to be accompanied —by whom?—. At no time or in any place are you more alone than in the company of others. From my seat I see in the mirror behind me a couple talking quietly, looking into each other's eyes, almost whispering, and a group of friends laughing at an anecdote that I can't decipher. Nothing really matters. As a matter of fact, everyone is equally lonely, but they pretend for a while, and that's fine, we all pretend: me first. I also know about going to a bar as a couple or with friends, but today I didn't want to pretend.

Saying these things to myself, I look down at my glass and see in it the reflection of the traffic light that has just changed, and which in turn is reflected in the mirror on the left. That's why I didn't see the man coming from the right who put a hand on my shoulder and made me snap my head up.

‘The Speakeasy is now open.’

Here or there, there is no big difference. There are nights in which, if you are not awake, you will never be. I get up from my chair, grab my glass and follow him to the hallway that leads to the door that connects both bars. The red light from the Speakeasy makes my Marqués de Casa Concha's violet look black like a seam of coal. For us, modern people, blood is conventionally red; the ancient Greeks thought that spilled blood was 'black as wine', just like the colour of the sea at dusk. Black as wine. What colour is loneliness? It is certainly not black (those who know it well know that, and probably would desire it was).

What does loneliness sound like? Loneliness sounds like strangers' conversations that you are not a part of, conversations that you would like to intervene in and in which it would be socially awkward to do so. Loneliness sounds like packaged music coming from some well-hidden speaker and the laughter of two young mixologists doing their best to look retro and cool.

What did loneliness sound like at Club 21 in New York ninety-four years ago? Where did the music come from? What were the people's pantomimes and pretensions? Would Bessie Smith's voice have both comforted and hurted me while only a few tens of meters away the Hudson with its dull sound made its way to the sea? ‘Speak easy, someone may hear us’, the young woman sitting next to me would have told me, smiling with her eyes and holding a different glass than the one I am holding now, not a glass of Marqués de Casa Concha, that is for sure. ‘Speak easy’, and for what? Wouldn't they still hear from the street the wail of Bix Beiderbecke's cornet or the syncopated rhythm of Duke Ellington and his Washingtonians? The clink of the bottles that draw the horizon of tables and that mixes with laughter and conversations and the twang of strings and the moan of melodies. What a beautiful way to be alone! Certain nights are a vice that you never want to give up; nights of shared loneliness, which is the loneliness that hurts, that obsesses but that does not kill.

00.12 a.m. I'm already on the street. Isabel La Católica with Tobalaba. Across the street, on the other side of time, the notes of St. Louis Blues continue to play: ‘I hate to see the evenin' sun come down’, it goes. In that corner of time those lyrics accompany a conversation that is lost among other voices. In my corner: the night, the cold, the restless sound of the San Carlos Channel, some anonymous cars, a bus that announces itself in the distance with its orange sign: “418.” This is the loneliness that does kill: self-pitying loneliness, loneliness without voices, loneliness not shared. If the music is empty of people, if its vibrations dwell in everybody’s headphones, if it is not interrupted by the clink of bottles and playful conversations and some broken glass, if there is no one to hide from while the music insistenly plays, if the music is so sanitized and meticulously clean that the sound that comes from the speakers at the Speakeasy is just the same one that I would have got from my mobile phone without coming here to suffer the hurting cold, isn't music today more than ever synonymous with loneliness? Who will look into my eyes and will tell me with wet lips 'Hey, speak easy' when I raise my voice in the night if on the other side of the table there is nothing else than an empty chair and the volume of the carefully selected playlist does not in fact allow me to hear even my own thoughts? The 418 stops at the Pocuro bus stop. I get on the bus. There’s no music coming from the radio. I rather prefer it that way.

David A. Amat-Rodríguez.

[feriasymesas]

BOCAS MORADAS, LA RECONOCIDA FERIA DE VINOS DE AUTOR VUELVE AL MUT

La espera ha terminado para los amantes del vino y la cultura local en Santiago. La primera edición del año de la Feria Bocas Moradas está programada para los días 6 y 7 de abril en el Mercado Urbano Tobalaba (MUT), esperando a los asistentes con cientos de estacionamientos disponibles, metro a la puerta y el atractivo de ser el proyecto comercial más innovador, ondero y sustentable de…

[alma-atemporal]

Hay otro en providencia o las condes no recuerdo xd …bueno dos barbazul …en av tobalaba …y bueno vamos

Yaa vamos

[lospobreshabitansecretos1312]

prometí no mirar al pasado

trate de llenarme de sentires nuevos

pero tus manos a mi mente

ahora quiero quedarme un tiempo

ahora quiero estar ahí/aquí

la luz,el destino

pero nuevamente un dolor

por que dices eso

el mismo

márcame con el dedo

la rosa amarilla en tobalaba partida en dos

[zoomtecnologico]

Samsung inaugurará nueva tienda en el MUT y se expande en Santiago

Samsung avanza a pasos acelerados en su expansión de tiendas en la ciudad de Santiago. A la apertura en Mercado Urbano Tobalaba (MUT) de este próximo 14 de diciembre se suma la inauguración de dos tiendas más en la región metropolitana. Es así como el pasado 6 de diciembre la marca abrió una nueva tienda en Mall Plaza Sur en la comuna de San Bernardo, y el pasado 15 de noviembre, en Mall Plaza…

[el-bistro-de-mi-mente]

Difícil de explicar

22/11/23

Ha pasado casi un año desde que escribí mis comentarios sobre la stefi llegando a mi bar, siento que en realidad ha pasado tanto tiempo y tantas cosas han sanado por ese lado que de verdad no sería un problema cruzarmela, me mudé de casa más cerca de mi trabajo, vivo en medio de lastarrias, sigo en el mismo trabajo, pero con la propuesta, que tomere sin duda alguna, de irme al bistro ambrosia en el MUT de tobalaba, con la idea de convertirlo en uno de los 50 mejores del mundo, tantas cosas han cambiado, más de las que me imagino y eso me enamora, no se muy bien de que, pero me enamora, hoy bebo en el bar de siempre con muy mal humor pero con alegría en el pecho

[simoneanisingerbrasil]

Neste sábado 04 de novembro as 18:00 horas a grande Simone estará novamente se apresentando no @mallplazacl Tobalaba!

[rodreyes]

Mercado Urbano Tobalaba. Providencia, Santiago, Chile.

[esaimati]

Con my love viendo avatar 2 (en Cinemark Mall Plaza Tobalaba) https://www.instagram.com/p/ColVJdHMs5XBF4tkL54SQaPiqFHOt7ri8jvx2s0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=