And she was so upset about me leaving... it must have made it worse.” He took a step forward, only to find his path blocked by Alejandro. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Can I count on you to do that, Coco?”, She lifted her chin high, sticking out her chest. No me olvides staringatstars. He needed to know that everyone was safe and healthy, or he’d lose his mind well before he was forgotten. Kneeling down to her level, he continued in a softer tone, “Coco, listen to me, I’m – I’m willing to help you look for him. From the town center, a guitar could be hurt playing a chipper tune, something easy to dance to. Everyone in the Land of the Dead knows the Riveras have been searching for you.”. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera. Once the final reverberation had faded, Miguel allowed the base of the white guitar to fall against his side, as he offered a small bow to his sister and his mother, and with a crooked grin, said, “Next time, when you’re feeling better, Bebé Coco, we’ll make sure it’s a proper duet.” The way it was always meant to be. COCO Familia y Situar. This is all my fault. His palms couldn’t sweat. I don’t care if I’m on the stupid ofrenda.” Hector listened.“I said that once, shortly before I met you. On the mantle, pictures could be seen of a young boy with a mouthful of tamales on his birthday, making tacos in the kitchen with his abuela, proudly holding up a pair of polished shoes with a gap-toothed smile, and wearing his pressed and ironed Mariachi uniform for the first time while surrounded by his parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandmother. He’d told her a story once, about how he'd gone to a magical land where he met Papá Hector and Mamá Imelda, about how it was beautiful and wonderful and scary. That was why every year she snuck into the ofrenda room and hid her brother’s photo, so he would know that they were still waiting for him to come home, relenting only the day after when her Mamá begged her to tell where she’d hidden them. “Speaking of, I’m working a second shift today, but I’ll be back in time for dinner. Standing up on her tippy-toes, Coco gazed up in awe at the white guitar with its splintered wood, cracked paint, and grinning skeleton handle. By: staringatstars07. ”, Sputtering, Miguel protested from his prone position, “I was going to give it back!”, She laughed, surprising him. Sensing this, the skeleton arced a brow, “Comprende?”. It had belonged to her brother, but before him, it had belonged to her great great grandfather. Work Search: And we’ve been so worried about you, Miguel. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. “Come on,” he said with a grunt, after slinging the boy’s arm over his shoulder, “ I’ll take you over the bridge, gordito.”. Though lacking a complete understanding for the cause of his excitement, she’d shared it with enthusiasm, to the extent of counting down the days with him and watching him rehearse until Miguel was certain that she could (and likely did) murmur his lyrics in her sleep. Happy holidays! She was sure of it. Judging by his stature and gangly limbs, she guessed that the boy couldn’t have been older than fifteen or sixteen when he’d died. Enrique didn’t see how throwing the money away would help anyone, and he never saw Alejandro come or go to force him to take it back, so he collected the envelopes in his drawers, where they added up, becoming increasingly difficult to hide over the years. 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The last Miguel had seen his Papá Hector, he’d been succumbing to the Final Death after sacrificing everything to send him home, even his chance to see his daughter again. Although there was still time until dawn, and Julio and her daughter would have liked to meet their grandchild, waiting wasn’t worth the risk. Peeking through her fringe, she could see that the skeleton wasn’t as old as she’d thought, though it was hard to tell without skin. Merci bcp Leen ! In the end, he made it about halfway up the bridge before the entire section collapsed, and for the second time in his life, Miguel was treated to a sensation of weightlessness, and following close on its heels, agonizing pain. Alejandro, for the most part, was disconcertingly silent, until Miguel bent to sling his guitar strap over his shoulder, proving he was serious. She rested her fingers over his, gently so as not to cause any undue friction between their bones. Realization dawned gradually, shedding light a little at a time until understanding became unavoidable. It seemed to get the message, too, because she stilled without complaint, though her bright brown eyes never left his. His mother was already inside, seated in a chair made of woven straw beside the bed where Bebé Coco slept, her thin frame nearly swallowed by the swaths of blankets and pillows enveloping her from the chin down. Once the final reverberation had faded, Miguel allowed the base of the white guitar to fall against his side, as he offered a small bow to his sister and his mother, and with a crooked grin, said, “Next time, when you’re feeling better, Bebé Coco, we’ll make sure it’s a proper duet.” The way it was always meant to be. ... His mother was already inside, seated in a chair made of woven straw beside the bed where Bebé Coco slept, her thin frame nearly swallowed by the swaths of blankets and pillows enveloping her from the chin down. How could Miguel possibly look Mamá Imelda and Mamá Coco in the eyes when Hector’s sacrifice had so quickly come to naught? And in the instant that they made contact, an influx of jumbled information assaulted his senses, the first being a hard thump as his guitar was shoved against his chest, followed by a sensation of weightlessness as he stumbled and his feet left the sidewalk, followed by the terrible brightness of approaching headlights. It was to be their first, an introduction to the musical society, and thus the excitement among the boys was nearly a presence all its own, electricity mixed with nerves and indomitable hope. Coco’s really sick. The heat seeping from her skin could be felt through the contact. No me olvides mientras no esté. He kept his sockets sealed shut until the waves of pain became more bearable, until he was sure he could open them without screaming, and when they did, it was to find himself lying soaked in a shallow canal, with a familiar disapproving face looming over him. “Miguel told me he went to the land of the dead before.” Imelda set her down, looking warily at her great great grandson. Did she chase after the child or call it in? “I need to get you home.”, “I’m not going anywhere without Miguel.” Coco tore her hand out of his grip, shouting at the stranger, “And you can’t make me!”, For a moment, something in his eyes seemed to flare, but he quickly tamped it down. It seemed the others were only just beginning to realize that the child could see them, when she picked herself up and sprinted towards the cempazúchitl bridge. Imelda took her chance to scold the pair of them when it was her turn, though she kept it light, since Coco seemed oddly subdued for a child her age, and Miguel had punished himself more than he’d deserved, already. Piccolo Scrapbooking es tu tienda bonita de scrapbooking en Barcelona. I sing a secret-”. “But Dia De Muertos is almost over,” he croaked, though he made no further attempts to move when the ceiling mural began to tilt. But she ushered them inside, right after wordlessly sending Oscar and Felipe to fetch a cempazúchitl petal for Bebe Coco. At first, Miguel tried reasoning with the dog, since his alebrije usually had a good reason for acting strangely, but another honk from the driveway urged him to hurry, so he quickly untangled the fabric from the canine’s jaws, and then slipped out the door, closing it quickly on the sound of claws scratching frantically against the wood. “I’ll zip over there, make sure she’s okay, and then zip right back.” His hands clasped in a gesture that was not quite begging. “Well, in that case, I’d say your sister is a good start.” He winked. No me olvides, es un cortometraje que pretende resaltar una de las tradiciones mas importantes de México que es el Día de Muertos. She was sure of it. “I just want to find my brother.”, Temper rising, Miguel stared at her in disbelief. Next, he tried checking the compartments, and sure enough, there was a spare key under the seat. Next, he wandered to Frida’s, and was pleased to find she was setting up a routine with her dancers held by wires over a flaming papaya. Well, it turns out I really do care. It seemed he was driving again, which was fair, since none of the rest of them had a license and it was his car. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart.” He rose from the stool, still playing with the instrument held steady against his chest, and pressed his forehead to the wet cloth over her brow. No me olvides staringatstars. “Easy, Pepita, it’s me.” A wry smirk twisted his mouth, though he didn’t seem very happy. He knew they were. No, that wasn’t right. Kids got stomach bugs and colds all the time, he knew. And though Miguel had accepted the news without prying further, it didn’t mean he’d given up. Article de mimi Mimi. “It’s his first week on the job and he needs directions.” Lifting a lock of brown hair from her eyes, Luisa frowned, but Coco was being fussy with her breakfast, the distraction causing her to soon lose interest, allowing Enrique to discreetly shove the envelope against the boy’s chest. “Until you’re in my arms again,” and it was at this point that he tapped her nose, drawing out a sunrise smile, and thus causing enough of a distraction to let him slip away from her grip, as he put some distance between them with an apologetic expression. The next time he woke up, he was lying in a bed beneath a ceiling painted in swirls of marigold yellow, rusty bronze, reddish orange, sea green, and variants of blue, like a sunrise above the ocean, and had absolutely no idea where he was. Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar.” She sniffled pitifully, already feeling miserable, and now even more so because he was leaving her behind, and Miguel would have given anything to make her well again, but there would be other shows, plenty of them, and she could attend them all once she got better. Y ahora, además, también llevamos a tu casa. Grumbling under her breath, Victoria massaged the bridge of her nose. ... Única parte de esta historia no daré descripción de esta solo entra a leerla y ya,no olvides dejar tu voto y un comentario No se permite copia o adaptación No me hago responsable si llega a herirlos emocionalmente, por qué yo igual sufrí al hacer esto . Crossing roads she wasn’t supposed to cross unless someone was holding her hand, passing bakery shops with treats like strawberry cakes and powdered sugar donuts that made her stomach growl, and ducking into alleys when she could have sworn she heard people shouting her name. The yearning Miguel felt for them was like a physical ache beneath his ribcage, but he knew that though he would have to wait to see them again, he would see them again. Pausing mid-step at the sight of his otherworldly guardian and ridiculously carefree pet, Miguel bent low to scratch behind the xolo’s ears, “You’ll take care of everyone while I’m gone, won’t you, Dante?”. After landing on her feet, much to the relief of those who were watching the proceedings play out, she took off, taking advantage of her small size to crawl under the gate and into the city. Miguel took a moment to breath before placing a hand on Alejandro's shoulder. I’ll ask Customs to inform me the second any become available to you.” With a wry smile, she rose to her feet, one of her hands finding a hair tie as she did so that the motion seemed inextricably tied to pulling her hair into a bun. It would play what he strummed, make the sounds that he wanted, which meant it was up to Miguel to do the rest. A rueful smile tugged at the corner of Miguel’s mouth as he thought about the friends waiting for him outside, but they were just going to have to wait. Have you looked at yourself?”, Though the girl’s lower lip trembled, she far less afraid of Miguel than Imelda. tip: hetalia f/f sort:kudos. Swallowing down a bout of nervousness, he asked his mother in a hushed tone, “You’ll let me know if anything happens, right?”, She crossed the floor without making a sound, before cupping his cheek with her palm, and with a smile, said,“Of course, Miguel.” Then with a pair of light pats, she added, “Now, go have a good time with your friends. “Remember me.” His thoughts drifted to Papá Hector and Mamá Coco, as they always did. And another the following month. Imelda strode in soon after with a petal between her fingers, glancing between the pair of them when Miguel scrubbed furiously to erase any trace of tears and Hector hunched his shoulders, looking as miserable as she’d ever seen him. Since it was alphabetical, Alejandro’s name was near the top. Soon, there would be families in the graveyards spreading cempazúchitl petals, but that wouldn’t start until morning, which was a lifetime away. “What if my family puts my photo on the ofrenda?” And if they didn’t, then it was absolutely vital that he find out why. The woman standing with them, a Rivera if she recalled, told him patiently, “Oscar, dear, that’s what you do with horses.”. Hector’s smile softened, turning tender, “You don’t have to worry about me.”. Moving only his eyes, he was able to see the border patrol who’d refused him three times now, except she’d taken her hair out of the stern bun she’d always worn it in. The bike crashed through the gate, went barreling past the security guards, and distantly Miguel could hear shouting but it was drowned out by the sound of his own cackling because finally he was going home! You will find your way back to us in your own time.”, Hector put his arm around Imelda, and while she surreptitiously wiped her eyes, Coco was transferred to Miguel, who carried her weight in his arms, memorizing it, then pressed one last kiss on his sleepy sister’s brow, "Don't forget, okay?" Nothing changed except now he felt silly. “Muy guapo, eh?” Miguel gave a wet chuckle. Miguel winced, then quickly wished he hadn’t when inky black spots dotted his vision. “It’s one of the perks of having this job.” She paused on her way out of the room, looking thoughtful. Like all the words in him had all been swallowed up. At first, Miguel tried reasoning with the dog, since his alebrije usually had a good reason for acting strangely, but another honk from the driveway urged him to hurry, so he quickly untangled the fabric from the canine’s jaws, and then slipped out the door, closing it quickly on the sound of claws scratching frantically against the wood. It wasn’t their fault. “We are all so proud of you, mijo.”, Coughing to hide the sudden lump in his throat, Miguel squeezed her back, noting inwardly that he was now several inches taller after his latest growth spurt, “I’ll only be gone for the night, Mamá. Gradually, the color began to melt from his face, leaving it gray, as panic, bright and sharp, shoved all former thoughts of contentment from his mind. Their identities double-checked. “We’re your band, Miguel.” So far, Carlos and Esteban had watched with quiet resignation, as though they’d known the outcome the second Miguel had stated that his sister was sick, but Alejandro persisted with last-ditch desperation, “We need you here.”, Shaking his head, Miguel pushed forward, accidentally bumping shoulders with Alejandro as he passed, “I’m going.”. It wasn’t until Miguel had situated himself on the stool beside his mother and strummed the first chord of Socorro’s favorite lullaby that her lids flew open with to reveal a gaze made bleary and unfocused with fever, but as she struggled to sit up, he placed a palm on her chest and applied a gentle pressure to remind her body how much it needed rest. Try not to borrow anything else without permission while I’m gone. Falling back into the rhythm for his most captive audience, he sang with a bright smile, “For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart. He could and would come back to his family, again and again, as many times as it took. When he mentioned Alejandro, though, that was the only time he’d truly looked furious. He plugged it into the socket, letting out a delighted grito when the machine roared to life, and he slammed a foot down on the gas pedal, sending the motorbike careening towards the booths. It wasn’t until after he had crossed that Miguel remembered there was somewhere he had to be, but by that time, midnight had struck, and the bridge collapsed into a shower of beautiful petals. For now, it was about proving to the veteran Mariachi bands that they had what it took to make it to the top, and with Miguel’s lyrics and vocals, there was absolutely nothing standing in their way. Traductions en contexte de "Y no me olvido" en espagnol-français avec Reverso Context : Y no me olvido nunca de eso, Rusty. Play on Napster. What did protocol dictate? He’d told her a story once, about how he'd gone to a magical land where he met Papá Hector and Mamá Imelda, about how it was beautiful and wonderful and scary. “You won't even notice I’m gone!”, “It’s been three years, chiquito.” She told him, and not unkindly in spite of the detached demeanor required of her position, as the image of the giant red X placed over his bones dissolved once more into the scanner screen. You have so many fractures on your bones right now even your fractures have fractures. “Coco!” The men cried out, turning to her with pleading eyes. “Do you know where Miguel is?”, The skeleton blinked owlishly at her, “…Que?”, More slowly, she tried again, “I am looking for mi hermano. If you find something that could use improvement, please feel free to let me know in the comments. “Yo,” Carlos called to him from the passenger’s side of a light blue convertible with a lopsided grin, “the warden let you out early, hermano?” Esteban stood up and waved. Try not to borrow anything else without permission while I’m gone. He could feel her eyes on him, could hear the sharp inhale that followed the first thrum, and as it always did when he sang her this lullaby, the scents and sounds and colors of the room began to wake. as well as The graveyard outside the Santa Cecilia church had always been crowded, such as it was on the holiday for honoring and remembering the departed, but there were new visitors, ladies and gentlemen in old-fashioned garb, such as brown tailored suits, billowing skirts, and bowler hats. But if we don’t find your brother by sunrise, you’re going home. Finally, they reached a casa on a hill, a home illuminated by magenta lighting from the bushes and decorated with multi-colored streamers from the roof. A short time after, Miguel would learn that Alejandro had made an ofrenda for him that year, and that soon after it was registered in the system, another Ernesto ofrenda had mysteriously disappeared. She passed the petal to Miguel, since it was likely his curse that Socorro had wrought, as possession of the guitar had passed to him. Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar.” She sniffled pitifully, already feeling miserable, and now even more so because he was leaving her behind, and Miguel would have given anything to make her well again, but there would be other shows, plenty of them, and she could attend them all once she got better. “Hey, have you seen Hector? “Should we cover her head with a cloth or something?” One asked, apparently serious. - on a scrap of paper and sticking it to the sign, Miguel scrambled onto the white leather seat, his hands finding the rubber grips on the handlebars with ease. Voir plus d'idées sur le thème coco film, enseigner l'espagnol, cours espagnol. Frowning, he turned his head to see an elderly man with a long white beard slowly shake his head. He wore a torn mariachi uniform, and he was missing his sombrero. Hector watched him closely, before continuing, “Your friend in Customs let you know about Coco, right?” Not sure where this was going Miguel cautiously nodded. “Remember me, though I have to travel far. “If your sister were coming, you would know.”. Swallowing hard, Alejandro shook his head, “But I thought that, maybe, this was what he would want.”, Enrique stepped back into the house, leaving him with the cash. For years, his mind had been leaping to worst case scenarios. Sweat clung to her forehead as she tossed fitfully, her breaths coming in short, distressed gasps that tore at Miguel’s heart. left kudos on this work! No arguments.” She pouted, feeling mutinous. The markings on his cheekbones, she noted when he bent to consider the petal, were scarlet chrysanthemums, arranged in a pattern similar to her husband’s. After casting one last lingering look at her daughter, Mamá Luisa rose to regard him, affection and pride shining in her gaze. Rushing out behind them was a female skeleton with lavender markers around her upper sockets like eyelashes, and a bun sprinkled with white hairs. He’d never even considered playing music for the sake of settling a debt before and in truth, it’d been some time since he’d touched an instrument, with one notable exception. Coco turned to see that he was desperately trying not to cry. When she was finished, the skeleton fished a couple coins out of his pocket with a sigh and placed them on the table. You have so many fractures on your bones right now even your fractures have fractures. Imelda was sure they would understand. “I’ll zip over there, make sure she’s okay, and then zip right back.” His hands clasped in a gesture that was not quite begging. “You should really go to Customs. The unexpected give of the petals beneath his tires should have been his first clue that this wasn’t going to work. Miguel wasn’t gone like everyone said. He was vaguely aware of being lifted, his arms slung around a spinal column, and then he was moving, floating. There was a chair pulled close to the bed, which Miguel realized with a pang of guilt was likely her bed, and she lowered herself into it, the movements slow and deliberate as though she were trying not to spook him. “It’s one of the perks of having this job.” She paused on her way out of the room, looking thoughtful. And a Happy New Year! Remember me; Rock AU! There was something about the width of him, the strength evident in his arms and torso, the pronounced chin poorly hidden beneath a patchy beard, that made Miguel think, for the first time in a long time, of Ernesto. Squaring his shoulders and closing the distance until he and Alejandro were practically bumping noses, Miguel told him levelly, “I have to go back to see if she’s okay. “Could you tell me where Hector is? Sweat-damp hair clung to the back of her neck like wet down, and frustrated tears gathered at the corners of her gleaming brown eyes. acordeÓn : juan carlos gutiÉrrezguitarra y 1ra voz: gregorio "coco" mansillaguitarra y 2da voz: miguel aponteguitarra. Nothing changed except now he felt silly. A glance at the sick little girl on the bed showed him exactly what he’d expected – his hermanita had her apple cheeks inflated with protest. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. I owe it to her to be there for her when she needs me.” And, somehow, he’d always thought his friends would understand that. He paused only for a moment to wipe some of those beaded tears away, “Don’t let it make you cry.” And she clung to his hand, stubbornly refusing to let go until he stopped playing entirely, after which she released him with almost comical timing. De très nombreux exemples de phrases traduites contenant "no me olvides" – Dictionnaire français-espagnol et moteur de recherche de traductions françaises. Shoving the petal into his pocket, he announced, “I’m going for a walk,” and sidestepped Imelda’s intimidating form to slip outside. It sounded perfectly tuned and cared for, a guitar played regularly and often. On the mantle, pictures could be seen of a young boy with a mouthful of tamales on his birthday, making tacos in the kitchen with his abuela, proudly holding up a pair of polished shoes with a gap-toothed smile, and wearing his pressed and ironed Mariachi uniform for the first time while surrounded by his parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandmother. Ne m'oubliez pas, je reviens. Kids got stomach bugs and colds all the time, he knew. But Hector listened without interrupting, even smiling when he talked about his music, and messing around with his friends. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing, he hoped that they were happy. Play on Napster. When they were nearing the front of a line of Mariachi bands waiting for their chance to shine as they tested their instruments - about five performances away from taking the stage - Miguel’s phone began to vibrate. Wagging his tail, Dante sat up with a yip, which Miguel chose to interpret as an affirmative. Flashing the others a pleading glance, Miguel shook his head, and spread his palms in a helpless gesture. Gradually, the color began to melt from his face, leaving it gray, as panic, bright and sharp, shoved all former thoughts of contentment from his mind. “Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be.” Slowly, her tiny hands came up to wrap around his neck, and she was strong. The flames dyed down, causing the dangling dancers to collectively let out a sigh of relief, while Miguel clapped, grinning widely. “Don’t move yet, chiquito.” He knew that voice. A rueful smile tugged at the corner of Miguel’s mouth as he thought about the friends waiting for him outside, but they were just going to have to wait. Frowning, Miguel turned to see the ethereal bridge of cempazúchitl petals stretching out over the divide between the realms, and the steady stream of souls strolling across it, hand-in-hand and elbow-to-elbow with their families.
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