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the-hermosa-noche · 2 years
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itzantravel · 1 year
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Tradición mexicana
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tenoch-hq · 1 year
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I’m a guy with a lot of knowledge, I’m a people person, that’s my way of being, Being a leader, I learned it from my father, He said “I want to see you ready for anything.” Tenoch Huerta talks about his Father in Voices Rising: The Music from Wakanda Forever | Episode 2
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i-am-vita · 4 months
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@nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos I knew there was a reason for that Mariachi fanart!!!
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Sleepy prompt of your choosing with Amemex🫶🏻?
I couldn't slide much dialogue in this but it was for an unspecified sleepy prompt and they are indeed sleepy so eyyyy. This is extremely early in their relationship. 18th century even before the revolution and Alfred's first forays into empire when they're both quite young and convinced they can do better than their imperial origins.
Alfred wakes with a start, bars of pink sunlight on his face and his hand at his heart. He automatically sighed. The smell of her, all soap and the spice cake they'd finished dinner off with, was in his nose. He'd dreamt of her again then. It was incredible how she could fill his senses, thoughts, and space. He missed Maria. Christ. God tempted him even in his sleep. He blinks. Dawn has arrived. He's late for Sunday service.
But then there's a warm leg against his back and a sleepy breath. Not a dream. Not a dream at all! He really did perform a sacrament last night. Maria turns over and scoops him into her, snuggling in close, arms around him nuzzles into his neck. Her braid falls across his chest and he'll never need proof of heaven again.
His eyes are heavy again, satisfied and warm. He brings the quilts up over them again and listened to Maria's happy sigh as she took in his warmth, her cheek flush against his heart. His heart speeds up, dizzy with sleepiness and more.
"I love you." He's unsure how he whispers it; the feeling is so strong even as he shuts his eyes that he wants to sing it across the mountains. "I love you."
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christianhj · 8 months
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Tengo una meta que alcanzar y a una mamá que tengo que hacerla sentir orgullosa de mi, voy a triunfar, vamos a triunfar en el nombre de Dios .
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callmeanxietygirl · 1 month
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Hasta el próximo año
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marianoaa2 · 5 months
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El rock no es para todos
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Guardián del Mictlán 🐾 Este perro, uno de los más antiguos del continente americano, era visto por la cultura azteca como un animal sagrado y su nombre proviene del dios indígena #Xólot, deidad de la transformación, considerado hermano del dios #Quetzalcóatl. En la mitología aborigen, este canino "era el guardián de la vida y la muerte del hombre y acompañaba al amo durante el viaje a Mictlán (inframundo)", por lo cual comúnmente era sacrificado y enterrado junto a sus dueños. . . . . . #teotihuacan #culturamexicana #mexico #pueblomagico #mexicotravel #mexicodesconocido #pasionmexico #mexicomaravilloso #turismo #turista #turisteando #mexicoantiguo #traveling #mexican #ancestors #viajes #viajeros #vive #vivemexico #mochi #cerveza #mezcal #mexicodesconocido #aventura #vacaciones #experienciaancestral #piramides #arte #loves_madeinmexico https://www.instagram.com/p/Chm0FkGA9qz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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the-hermosa-noche · 2 years
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Maybe... Pink is better
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rikkromero · 1 year
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Hasta cierto punto, la música ya no es mía, es tuya #vivelatino #vl23 #vivelatino2023 #vive #forosol #cdmx #mexico (en Foro Sol) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqBqoLaOZRl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gringeforlif3 · 2 years
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Here in Mexico there is an anti-drug campaign that some time ago released a 3d video where a little flower raps about the evil of the world of drugs, and I decided to humanize it some time ago and decided to share it here, i made this for fun only
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voyage-disperse · 1 month
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Belanova, los 2000's y otros amores.
Desde pequeña crecí con el mtv de los 2000's, cuando llegaba después del colegio luego de una tarde cansadora de adolescente porque en ese momento no sabía que estaba entrando en cuadros depresivos por la muerte de mi padre y el bullying excesivo que sufría por ser bajita y rellenita, mi único amor y escape era ese bendito canal, me preparaba una merienda y ponía ansiosa el canal para saber quien estaba en el puesto #1 , si mis bandas favoritas lograban entrar me sentía muy feliz, en ese tiempo youtube solo existía en el ordenador y pensar en smartphone con internet era simplemente cosas del diablo jajaja... Recuerdo muy bien la felicidad y nostalgia no vivida que me daba el escuchar Belanova, me hacia extrañar un futuro que ni siquiera llegaba, me hacia anhelar estar rodeada de caramelos y momentos agradables. Amigos imaginarios y sueños de que quería ser cuando grande era lo único que tenia en ese entonces. No tenía mucho pero la música para mi lo era todo. Ahora con casi 30 años, añoro, busco y rebusco todo lo que algún día sentí en esa época y me cuesta. Quizá las deudas y problemas financieros, la realidad adulta me golpearon fuertemente, pero que sensación de anhelo me da volver a sentir esos sentimientos inocentes y llenos de fantasía y ganas de comerme el mundo.
Volví hace poco a escuchar belanova en su vive latino, la verdad, algo de mi trajo consigo esa presentación. Las ganas de expresarme y de salir de mi caparazón. Sonidos mágicos, sonidos de sueño, de alma y deseos <3
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Belanova - Vive Latino 2024 - YouTube
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What do you mean by fucked up relationship?
Mexame? I mean... I guess I mean how this:
When they were barely grown when Alfred was a child of the reformation and she was the golden colony who produced so much silver she destroyed half the world economy, they loved each other. The kind of love that comes as softly as the spring, that crept over them locked together between the sheets, if moonlight could be as warm as the hearth. The kind of love of true heart-holders and kiss-keepers. Two children of the enlightenment, young gods at the dawn of their world. The girl of the south, who sprang to life from the meat grinding meeting of worlds, who kissed a contradiction. The boy, bold until he's in love and feels like he might die because she looked at him but he might live because she loves him as much as he loves her. The girl with her heart and hands full of hope for the future formed from the possibilities she was born of. The boy who can only reconcile his love and his protestantism because that border, that demarcation must be marriage, because it is as close to what their kind can have as he can think of. The kind that survived in letters, endless letters. They created a republic of letters, the two of them, Alfred writing to her every step through his revolution and hers.
became this:
Love that died in expansion and intervention. The excising of her land for his gain. The sun rising on a new empire, manifesting its destiny across the world, at her expense. Denying he is his father, but walking in his father's footsteps. Her decades and decades of cycles of sorrow, half his doing. The violence, the oppression, the break-bones and heart-rendering of have and have not. The love of god that cannot love the saints. The sword and the sin, the blood and the betrayal. Violence he will not call wars, violence she can't call anything else. And yet, and yet. Exchange, her in him and he in her. Tex-mex and trade. People move and passion motivates. Loan words, love and laughter because on the beach, they aren't enough themselves but also are too much themselves when they laugh. Tequila, beer and birria tacos under a night sky under which, sometimes, they can be equal. He has power but oh, she has his heart. A girl in a red dress, a boy in the uniform of the new empire, swaying to music slowed as the rest of the dancefloor drains but they can't let go. Not just yet, because this time world war is the one he will never come back from, not when he'll hold the end of the world when its over. The rush of realizing it is her tongue, her accent, her world in his mouth when he speaks Spanish. The hand she sometimes lets dangle by her side, hoping he'll weave their fingers together the way he wants to weaves fates she forbids, this Icarus who ducked Huitzilopochtli. Marigolds by dawn on his side of the bed after the night when the boy she loved and the girl she was walked the earth with all the rest of the dead once a year.
That kind of fucked up.
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christianhj · 1 year
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No hagas tantos planes. La vida hace lo quiere contigo.
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