#tuyo

[darymont28]

"Amo la violencia con la que tú sonrisa destruye mi rutina"

-Gabriel García Márquez-

[sendinoutsmokesignals]

ojalá cuidarás mi corazón como si fuera el tuyo.

[like-meme]

[fragmentosadolescentes]

Mantenme caliente aun cuando el sol se esconda, no permitas que el frío me recuerde que ya no soy tuyo.

-Dark prince

[vintage-tigre]

Tuyo

[lewisarchive]

Sir Lewis Hamilton learning to play bossa nova on the guitar with Lay from the band Tuyo (2024)

[dariann-garcia]

Cada acorde de esta canción me recuerda a ti, a lo que fuimos y lo que no pudimos ser.

[a-t-1-a-s]

"Me quedé con el vacío de esos besos sabor miel para siempre.."

[joels-shitty-puns]

How strange, how odd.

What could these songs possibly have in common??

[pigs-in-art]

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"An honest mistake" by David Schmitt

[darymont28]

Porque para quererte no necesito tenerte, te quiero libre; conmigo o sin mi. Te ofrezco mis brazos para estar juntos, o te doy mis alas para dejarte volar.

Jaime Sabines.

[sendinoutsmokesignals]

me has enseñado que dejarse amar no es tan malo como suena.

[like-meme]

[des-vanecido]

XVIV

Y si el mundo me duele,

que tu risa sea mi analgésico

Y si las heridas sangran,

que tu ternura me sirva de curita

Y si ya no me quedan lagrimas,

que tu abrazo sea mi aliento y mi alimento

Y si no me quedan ganas,

que tu amor me devuelva la alegria

Y que tu compañía sea siempre poesía.

— Dorian A.

[naomilibicki]

So a while back @mage-pie recommended Tuyo by Rachel Neumeier, and as I do when I hear about a book and it sounds vaguely interesting, I chucked it on my want-to-read shelf on goodreads and mostly forgot about it.

Somewhat more recently, I went scrolling through my want-to-read shelf looking for something to buy to tide me through a family function that I expected to be boring (it was) and I decided on Tuyo, and I started reading it, but it was going pretty slowly and it's a long book so I was mostly picking away at it.

Then, yesterday, due to a confluence of circumstances including computer troubles and being at my parents' house, I found myself with a lot of time to read, and I finished the last 80% or so of the book in one gulp.

Anyway! I really enjoyed it. It opens with the main character being left as, essentially, a sacrifice to the forces that defeated his people in battle; he expects to be killed, but the enemy commander, only passingly familiar with the custom, decides he has other uses for him.

It's a very slow burn (not burn in the sense of romance; there are some hints of (het) romance towards the end of the book which might possibly become more prominent in the later books in the series, but the focus is firmly on non-romantic relationships), very much interested in exploring the culture clash between Ryo's home culture and the one in which he finds himself. There are, inevitably, parallels to real-world cultures, but the author seems to be deliberately avoiding setting up anything 1:1, and rather letting the cultures (and different physical types of humans) be their own thing. The reasons behind the conflict that kicks off the book, and the resolution of it, what in some sense might be called the "plot", has to take a back seat. This suited me just fine, but I can imagine some readers getting frustrated with it.

I really enjoyed the subtle yet pervasive magic of the world itself. One review I happened to see on goodreads mentioned wondering how the physics works, which strikes me as beside the point--of course the physics doesn't work in a world where the moon is always full on one side of a river and has phases on the other side of it. But I eat that shit up, the sense that magic isn't just something that you can do if you're a wizard, but something inherent in a world, bigger and stranger than people can comprehend or hope to control.

Anyway! I have a bad habit of not continuing series even when I like the first book and am looking forward to the next ones, so who knows when or whether I will read the rest, but I also felt that this book doesn't really need the rest; it has a perfectly satisfying ending of its own. Would recommend.

[las-microfisuras]

Quisiera que no estuviera nadie más que tú cuando coloque amapolas, muchas amapolas, y memoria, tanta como amapolas, dos grandes ramos relucientes, sobre tu mesa de cumpleaños.

Paul Celan a Ingeborg Bachmann.

Llegó tu postal, en vuelo directo a mi corazón ... He vuelto a sentir la amapola, profunda, muy profundamente... A veces lo único que quisiera es irme y llegar a París, sentir que tocas mis manos, que me tocas entera con flores, y después otra vez no saber de dónde vienes y adónde vas.

Ingeborg Bachmann a Paul Celan.

_ Tiempo del corazón. Correspondencia. Ingeborg Bachmann, Paul Celan. Fondo de Cultura Económica. Trad.: Griselda Mársico.

_ Ingar krauss