¡Que ironía!
La misma persona que te inspira a dejar el corazón entre sutiles líneas finamente conectadas, es la misma persona que puede robarte sin más el corazón, pisotearlo, arañarlo, revolcarlo y dejarlo sobre el mesón para que nunca más vuelvas a escribir como antes.
¡Que ironía!
Pasar tantos años aprendiendo a leer y escribir cuando niños, para que, cuando crezcamos, tengamos que aprender a callar cuando nos duele el corazón.
Alejandro M
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1926- Cuando juego un partido de fútbol, prefiero tener de compañeros a mis amigos más queridos, aunque no sean muy hábiles. El criterio que tomo parece apenas sentimental, pero es también estratégico. Uno juega mejor con sus amigos… Un equipo de hombres que se quiere y se respeta es invencible. Y si no, más vale compartir la derrota con los amigos, que la victoria con los indeseables.
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Encontré a alguien.
Sí, así como se lee. Encontré a una persona que a primera vista me deslumbró. De esas personas que te dejan ciego de su brillo incandescente y su calor te abriga hasta el alma.
Esa persona que conocí mostrábase seria, en exceso. Tanto que tuve miedo de acercarme. Pero, ¿de verdad valía la pena que el miedo controlara mi realidad y me arrebatara la oportunidad?
En realidad, no. Me dije a mí mismx, -¡Adelante!. Si sale, bien, re bien. Si no sale, una experiencia fallida más. Y así lo hice. Hoy llevo 7 meses de conocerla y me ha movido hasta las fibras, logré conocerla y me atreví a proponerle que fuera mi novia en una escena como de película: en la playa, viendo el desfile del ocaso y el calor de la costa cubriendo mis heladas manos por el miedo del momento.
No sé cuánto dure. No lo sé, ni quiero pensarlo. Solo quiero pensar en el día de hoy, en esforzarme para que todo salga bien, en recordar decirle lo hermosa que está, en mandarle un mensajito para que sepa que la apoyo, en buscar nuevas formas de enamorarla, en disfrutar de sus suaves y húmedos labios que siempre me esperan con una calidez que me toca el alma y en mantener la cabeza serena si pasa algo que atente contra nuestra relación. Que nuestra silla de respeto, confianza, comunicación y lealtad siempre sostengan el amor que allí reside.
Les deseo calma, amor y sobriedad para la vida y el corazón, además de mucha esperanza en este Diciembre. Un gusto saludar de nuevo.
- Alejandro M
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La espera del milagro se refuerza con los fracasos
Alejandro Rossi. Libro: No leer.
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1552- En un partido de fútbol caben infinidad de novelescos episodios. Allí reconocemos la fuerza, la velocidad y la destreza del deportista. Pero también el engaño astuto del que amaga una conducta para decidirse por otra. Las sutiles intrigas que preceden al contragolpe. La nobleza y el coraje del que cincha sin renuncios.
La lealtad del que socorre a un compañero en dificultades. La traición del que lo abandona. La avaricia de los que no sueltan la pelota. Y en cada jugada, la hidalguía, la soberbia, la inteligencia, la cobardía, la estupidez, la injusticia, la suerte, la burla, la risa o el llanto.
Los Hombres Sensibles pensaban que el fútbol era el juego perfecto, y respetaban a los cracks tanto como a los artistas o a los héroes.
(Alejandro Dolina)
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Cod boys and how they come home.
Captain John Price
I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over.
“Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring.
He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms.
This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet.
Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be.
Alejandro Vargas
Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house.
He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw.
And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day.
Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish
See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes.
To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.”
And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery.
This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door.
And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him.
What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?
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