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“When Maradona said he wanted to leave Napoli, some people tossed wax dolls stuck with pins through his window. Prisoner of the city that adored him, and of the Camorra, the Mafia that owns it, he was playing against his heart, against his feet. That's when the cocaine scandal erupted, and Maradona suddenly became Maracoca, a delinquent who had fooled people into thinking he was a hero.
Later on in Buenos Aires the media gave a further twist to the knife: live coverage of his arrest, as if it were a match, to the delight of those who love the spectacle of a king disrobed and carted off by the police.
"He's sick," they said. They said, "He's done for." The Messiah who came to redeem southern Italians from their eternal damnation was also the avenger of Argentina's defeat in the Falklands by means of one sneaky goal and another fabulous one that left the English spinning like tops for several years. But when he fell, the Golden Boy was nothing but a numb-nosed, whoring phony. Maradona had betrayed the children who adored him and brought dishonor on the sport. They gave him up for dead.
But the body sat up. Once he had served his cocaine sentence, Maradona became the fireman of the Argentine squad, which was burning up its last chances to reach the '94 World Cup. Thanks to Maradona, they made it. And at the Cup once again, as in the old days, Maradona was the best of the best until the ephedrine scandal hit.
The machinery of power had sworn to get him. He spoke truth to power and you pay a price for that, a price paid in cash with no discount. And Maradona himself gave them the excuse, with his suicidal tendency to serve himself up on a platter to his many enemies and that childish irresponsibility that makes him step in every trap laid in his path.
The same reporters who harass him with their microphones, reproach him for his arrogance and his tantrums, and accuse him of talking too much. They aren't wrong, but that's not why they can't forgive him: what they really do not like are the things he sometimes says. This hot-tempered little wiseacre has the habit of throwing uppercuts. In '86 and '94, in Mexico and the United States, he complained about the omnipotent dictatorship of television, which forced the players to work themselves to the bone at noon, roasting under the sun. And on a thousand and one other occasions, throughout the ups and downs of his career, Maradona said things that stirred up the hornet's nest. He wasn't the only disobedient player, but his was the voice that made the most offensive questions ring out loud and clear: Why aren't the international standards for labor rights applied to football? If it's standard practice for performers to know how much money their shows bring in, why can't the players have access to the books of the opulent multinational of football? Havelange, busy with other duties, kept his mouth shut, while Joseph Blatter, a FIFA bureaucrat who never once kicked a ball but goes about in a twenty-five-foot limousine driven by a black chauffeur, had but one comment: "The last star from Argentina was Di Stéfano."
When Maradona was finally thrown out of the '94 World Cup, football lost its most strident rebel. And also a fantastic player. Maradona is uncontrollable when he speaks, but much more so when he plays. No one can predict the devilish tricks this inventor of surprises will dream up for the simple joy of throwing the computers off track, tricks he never repeats. He's not quick, more like a short-legged bull, but he carries the ball sewn to his foot and he has eyes all over his body. His acrobatics light up the field. He can win a match with a thundering blast when his back is to the goal, or with an impossible pass from afar when he is corralled by thousands of enemy legs. And no one can stop him when he decides to dribble upfield.
In the frigid football of today's world, which detests defeat and forbids all fun, that man was one of the few who proved that fantasy too can be effective.”
Eduardo Galeano on Maradona, From Football in Sun And Shadow
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october 30th: time to rewatch my favorite documentary of all time "diego maradona" by asif kapadia (2019) 10/10
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💖Hoy es el Cumpleaños de Diego!!! 💖
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happy birthday to our one and only spirit medium/post mortem photographer/stress bread-maker/astral-projecting artist/possible next head necromancer/multilingual spooky goofball space cadet 💜🖤💜
it’s Hector’s special day!! and that also means it’s the anniversary of this blog itself ✨ thank you again to everyone who’s still kind enough to be reading along - I know I can be slow to respond to things lately, but it does mean the world to know that people are still here with us 🖤👻
I’m looking forward to sharing more fun things with y’all now that Spooky Season is in hyperdrive watch this space 👁️
but first, I just wanted to celebrate my third scrimblo who’s very near and dear to me 🥰
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FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS MEMO
Memo: it's my birthday!
Chicharito: happy birthday! I hope you get to celebrate many more
Diego: yeah, studies have shown that the more birthdays you have, the longer you live
*chicharito looking over at memo*
Memo, scared: oh, bueno gracias.
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Happy birthday to the the sports legends: Valentino Rossi (former MotoGP rider) and Diego Godin (former footballer)! Your respective passion for the game back then was infectious, and your it is truly impressive.
May this special day be filled with lots of moments that you'll cherish for years to come. 🎉🥳🎂
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m pt. 7
i wanted y/n to be a dynamic character so you get to meet her family, and see her backstory a little bit in this one. i personally really enjoyed writing this part but as i said in pt. 6 dw there will be more smut to come
minors as always dni w/ any posts involving nsfw labels
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“FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!
despierta cumpleañero! tu tia favorita esta aquí”
happy birthday! wake up birthday boy! your favorite aunt is here
“TIA!”
“ay Diego mírate look how big you’ve gotten mi hijo”
look at you, my boy
Diego was your younger nephew, who was turning 6 this year. Your nephews were your most beloved treasure in any world, and your time with them always made everything immediately feel better. they got that from their father. whenever you visited home you could always go back to work feeling revived.
You and your sister (technically sister in law) has arranged a whole day of Diego’s favorites. after waking him up with a spanish birthday song, you had churros and ice cream for breakfast a tradition he had picked up from you, then you had unlimited outdoor playtime until he would eventually get bored and you’d have a picnic and feed all the ducks and even some squirrels since you weren’t supposed to. later you’d have whatever meal was his favorite at the time and then cake and presents with more of your extended family.
and of course the pinnate which was their favorite part.
the boys birthdays were the only times out of the whole year you saw your parents. Tia May was still around from time to time but she didn’t always make it.
this year was no different. the whole day was full of laughter, comfort food, and playing copious amounts of hide and go seek or tag.
and the night… was full of awkward tension between your parents and you that you tried to ignore for the boys sake. your older nephew, Matias was 8, you knew he was beginning to be able to sense the tension. but if there was one thing you and your parents still agreed on, it was putting it aside for the happiness of the boys.
Now of course the most important birthday tradition was the boys got to stay up as late as they could manage eating all the candy from the party and pick whatever movie they wanted. So naturally they crashed on their sugar high before 10. and once they were tucked in you and your sister took a bottle of wine up to the roof and drank and caught up while getting hammered.
it felt extra good this time. you hadn’t been home in a while, too long. after laughing and gossiping for a while about everything happening here and her routine reassurance that your parents would come around eventually… she finally asked
“how’s things?”
that’s all she had to say. those two words were all she ever asked about your job. She knew what it was, everything you had been doing the past few years even if you couldn’t give her too many details.
“things are… complicated.”
“ahh i see. so.. who is he”
“..what?”
“the guy”
“the- there is no guy Crystal.”
“really?”
“yes really.. what?!”
“i just haven’t seen you like this in a while.”
“like what”
“wound up. he’s a confusing one isn’t he? i can tell by your face. part of you wants to smile when you think about him but the rest of you wants to tape a picture of his face to a dart board”
“i- no i don’t know what you’re talking about”
“he’s a real challenge isn’t he”
she’s relentless, as always, she’ll work you until you give up. it was her job as a detective.
you sigh but you say nothing
“ohhh he’s a real big challenge.”
“just drop it”
“is he hot?”
“hey knock it off i’m not talking about this”
“ok ok fine…. so he’s really hot then?”
“ugh”
you lay back on the blankets and pillows you’d dragged up
“crystal i came here to get away from him.. it i mean it. work.”
“mmmhmm”
she lays down with you
“that’s good.”
“hmm?”
“you need a challenge in a guy”
“what do you mean?”
she sits back up
“hello? you started and graduated college early with a masters in biochemical engineering and now you work for a super secret multi dimensional superhuman organization”
“shhh keep your voice down”
“sorry sorry all i’m saying is: you never let anything be easy for yourself, you don’t know how to do anything the easy way. if you were with an easy straightforward guy you’d get bored.”
“i feel like you’re saying i have bad taste”
“nooo no you just like a particularly difficult brand of stimulating”
“well my job certainly is that”
“you know next time you come visit i expect to meet him, or at the very least a picture”
“alright girl settle down now.”
you guys giggle and drink more. before you finally ask her what’s been on your mind
“do you ever think about getting back out there? ya know finding someone new?”
“no no between the boys and work i have too much on my plate.”
“i know and i’m sorry i haven’t been around as much works just been..”
“hectic? busy? don’t worry hermana i understand
i married spider man remember?”
“Pedro would want you to be happy”
“i am happy. I have Matias and Diego, and you”
she nudges your shoulder
“when you can take a break from your super duties“
you two look at each other and in your drunken haze you burst out laughing
“Super duties”
you guys chat about simple nothings for a little while longer before she sits up.
“I’m going to bed, don’t stay up here too late ok?”
she kisses your forehead with an overdramatic “Mwah” and then clambers over to the steps.
you look out at the city skyline, you can’t help but remember how much you miss it. summer nights on this roof. mix of latin music and rnb drifting out of dimly lit windows. you and your brother begging your parents to let you go ice skating in the central city. you had so many memories here, but you still couldn’t seem to manage to enjoy those memories without the deep twang of guilt ripping into your chest right after.
tears start to fall gently and you sniff and wipe
your face. before raising your glass
“salud, mi hermano. te extraño”
cheers my brother, i miss you.
you’re too wrapped up in your emotions and nostalgia to notice the shadow lurking on the roof of the building behind you.
you finally make your way downstairs to pass out in your sisters bed.
and Lyla pops up on the shadows wrist watch.
“Was it really necessary to follow her?”
“im making sure she’s alright. she was almost attacked the other night”
“is that the only reason?”
“Lyla why didn’t you tell me about her history? her family?”
“it wasn’t for me to tell, she asked me not to include it in the records. so i may have bypassed the system and taken.. some things out. Sorry boss.”
“It’s fine. i’ll be back to HQ soon.”
“Miguel? don’t project what you lost onto her. that’s not fair to her. she’s a real living person, and she doesn’t deserve that.”
“mm.”
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Write something with Marco! <3 Just whatever with him
I love you, do you know that? This is the greatest think you could’ve asked me to do
A tale of tears, love and airports
Life there was rough, the caretakers were too jaded by life to give a shit, the funds were too low to get them decent clothes and food, so everyone had rips on their clothes, not like those pretentious people wear because they think it’s cool, nothing stayed white for long, the showers barely worked, and Marco was so, so tired.
He woke up, and immediately raced to the kitchen to start pouring the stale milk and rock hard cereal they got from the donation boxes in the city that people thought were garbage cans for the food they didn’t want anymore, because the kids would be coming in soon, and those who were still growing needed some semblance of breakfast, and in came his favorite kid, Mariana, she still had that bright twinkle in her eyes, still not robbed of her childlike innocence by the terrible reality that her parents weren’t coming back for her and this dirty, sad place, was her new home, not that anyone there knew the meaning of that word.
“Buenos dias Mari” he smiled slightly, a tiny thing, after all, his life gave little reasons for him to smile, and ruffled her hair
“Buenos dias Marco! Feliz cumpleaños! What do you have planned for today?” Huh, it was his birthday today? He had forgot that day, lost in the monotoness of his life, it’s not like they were celebrating much around there, but he knew this year was special, this was the year he turns eighteen years of age, which means he gets to leave this rotten place, and he’ll be damned if he leaves his precious little Mari to get consumed by the gloom of this place.
“Packing, I’m leaving as soon as the clock strikes twelve” and his little girl’s smile drops, making him hate himself a little for it
“Oh, okay, I guess we’ll have to say goodbye…” and a stray tear, that looks foreign in her perpetually cheery face.
“You’re joking right? Ain’t no way I’m leaving you behind, pack your bag, we’re going to a, hopefully better place” he smiles again, tapping her shoulder slightly before going to pack, hearing the whoops of the little girl behind him, he was so ready for his new life.
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He had saved just enough money for two plane tickets to Madrid, and dinner at a cheap fast food joint on the way, and a cab to the airport- you get it, now, Marco and Mariana were on a plan, ready for the adventure ahead of them, all the plane snacks already put away in his raggedy backpack, that was falling apart, since they were still full from dinner, he decided to save them for later, you never know, then he looked as his little girl asleep next to him, looking way too thin for her age, and promising himself he would never let her starve again, before turning back to the movie he had queued up to watch, since he never got to see many films.
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At the airport he realized they had no money for the fare to any plaza where he could play his music to scrape enough to pay for a cheap motel so Mari could get a decent bed to sleep in, so he settled for selling.
“I can cook, clean, take care of kids, and for any amount of money you can give!” He yelled at passerbies, growing desperate as they all ignored him, from men in suits with briefcases to mothers with little crowds of rowdy kids, looking dead on their feet,
They all refused his services, until a boy, close to his age, if he dared to guess, with straight, long hair, falling over his face and way too much black around his eyes, he looked like the panda in the movie he watched on the plane “Hey, you can come with me and my mom” he pointed to a middle aged woman, who he looked nothing alike, that made Marco suspicious, so he pushed Mari behind him “and why should I? I don’t even know you, if you don’t hire me, I don’t see why I should go to your home” the boy frowned “Well, it makes you feel more comfortable, I’m Diego, and I want you to come because you clearly need help, and clothes, and a shower, and food, and a haircut, and you have a kid with you! You shouldn’t be left alone with a kid in an airport!” Marco sighed “fine, Diego” he said his name with the most contempt a malnourished and exhausted eighteen year old could muster, which, turns out, was quite a lot “I’ll go with you, but only for Mari, and if you do anything to her, I’ll kick your ass” he says as Diego guides him towards his mother, and introduces them “Mama, this is my friend… erm” he realized he never asked for a name “Marco” the Mexican boy filled in the blank “Right, this is my friend Marco and his younger sister Mari, I was wondering if they could go home with us, since they don’t have anywhere else to go?” One look at the dirty and way too skinny kids before her, and shepherded them towards her car “Of course, cariño, let’s go, kids”
“Gracias, señora” Marco mumbled “Oh, none of that, you can call me Marta or auntie, whatever you’re comfortable with, now let’s go, we need to be fast if we want to beat the lunchtime rush at my favorite restaurant!” And proceeds to violate several traffic laws as they go there.
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Marta catches them munching on plane snacks after they didn’t come to dinner, she almost cries at the sight, before closing the door and going back to her room and looking up adoptive parent forums
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After the third time in the first week, she sees Marco trying to scrub the toilets she sighs and calls him for a talk, by the end of it, they’re both crying
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The first time Marco came to her about nightmares, she cried, before she saw his frozen, terrified face, and was quick to reassure him, their relationship was much easier after that
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The first time her boys came home (pretending not to be) drunk, she cackled, oh so happy that the skittish boy she met that day at the airport, was now comfortable enough to let go of his full faculties before she remembered that Mariana was asleep just down the hall and shut herself up, rushing to help the boys to bed so they didn’t wake up their, now ten years old, little sister, smiling fondly at them the whole time
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When she went to drop them off at the airport for their flight to Buenos Aires, where they were moving, she was all tears, same as little Mari, remembering the beginning of their life together, three years ago, between promises to call and update her on their music careers, they said their goodbyes and mother and daughter left the airport, hand in hand, on a much happier note than the first time they did
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Her baby performing with his superstar friends in their city! Obviously she went to watch, and obviously she yelled at him for two hours on the phone when Marco told her the reason why that pretty girl was crying during her performance
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The second time she went to a performance, both her sons were there, and what a show it was! Her babies gave her, and not so little, now twelve years old, Mari, who had been bragging about her famous older brothers at school constantly, tickets, and if there was a stray tear falling down her face during the final number, well, no one was looking at her anyways, this evening was all about her superstars
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When she met her babies again, Diego was coming home to introduce his girlfriend, and share the way he finally met him, which would’ve made her mad, if her boy wasn’t so happy, having found his father, and this amazing girl, who had apparently dated both her sons, but who was she to judge? She had gotten up to some mischief back in her day too, and Marco, oh how proud she was of Marco, who was going to England to further his music career, she was so proud of her babies, and this reunion with her kids at the airport, rest assured, was the happiest one yet, but definitely not the last.
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❤️🪷🎂🏳️🌈🌝🌚🕊️🃏🫢🎞️ Las parejas de mis niños >:D ( Es para una tarea )
❤️ Tienes pareja ? Quien es ?
🪷 Recuerdas que fuiste en tu vida pasada?
🎂 Fecha de nacimiento/cumpleaños
🏳️🌈 Sexualidad?
🌝 Momento mas feliz de tu vida
🌚 Momento mas triste de tu vida
🕊️ Alguien que extrañas mucho ?
🃏 La mayor desgracia de tu vida ?
🫢 Eres puro ?
🎞️ Recuerdo de tu vida ( bueno/malo)
Advertencia: mucho texto
Akira: si,su nombre es Diego, no voy a enfatizar mucho en eso, no, de esa vida no recuerdo nada, sólo recuerdo de Akira pará adelante,mi cumpleaños es el 10 de enero, soy abrosexual, cuando mi hermana cumplió 8 años, no sabría cuál mencionar, no... O eso creo, haber nacido, no, cuando Zelda trató de cocinar a mi conejo para la cena 👍
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Adrianne: sip es una adorable arañita llamada Milena, cuando mi Au fue destruida, el 6 de octubre,soy lesbiana, cuando fuí nombrará primera aprendiz, cuando Zelda me supero en inteligencia , a mi hermana no sé si sobrevivió o está en algún lugar del multiverso , qué Zelda llegará a las manos de Nigthmare, ni a palos, ya lo dije so no pienso decir algo más...
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Ash: si, su nombre es Connor,nop,13 de noviembre ,antrosexual ,no tengo,no quiero,no, cuando me encontré con kaser, ni cagando,nop
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Adar:si,nop,5 de diciembre, soy bisexual, cuando me dieron mi regalo de cumpleaños,muchos,no, cuando llegue con éstos babotas, puede ser qué si,ya lo mencioné
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Noeh: sip,mi niño Maykol, 4 de noviembre,soy bisexual, cuando dominé mi magia, cuando perdí mi suéter favorito, a Zelda, me debe unas bolitas de leche, jugar cartas con Zelda, cuando perdí $1,500 en el juego de 21 contra Zelda
Los demás no quieren contar su privacidad- so...hasta aquí por el momento
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Today is Andor Day. Feliz cumpleaños, Diego! ✨️ Happy birthday ¡🎂🎁🍾🎊🎉🧡🩶 Palju õnne! 💫
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Putiego :
Feliz cumpleaños siempre tendrás mi cariño a pesar de todo a pesar del tiempo gracias por todas las risas de infantes y todas las lágrimas de grandes , el primer recuerdo que tengo es cuando estabas muuuy pequeño creo cuando eras un feto yo estuve en la boda de tus apas de pajesita y tú ya estabas fecundado y cociéndote después esa foto icónica donde yo tengo dos colitas y tú recién salido con cara de feto y sin forma , no sabía que iba a pasar con nuestras vidas pero desde ahí yo te quería mucho morro también creo cuando cumpliste 3 y esa vez se cayó el prro inflable así que el pequeño Diego se quedó debajo de un inflable como de 6 metros alv y todo se metieron a re metieron a rescatarte y cuando t. Sacaron tu solo decías alguna mamada como esa puta maye se cayo y ñor no dejabas de mentar la madre icónico el momento la familia lo recordó por mucho tiempo también en navidades hacíamos intercambios lo pasábamos en la casa con todos también no he de olvidar cuantas peleas tenían los señores de tu casa y tú solo jugabas resident evil 4 porq desde chiquito jugabas bien vergas esa madre a mi somo le gustaba verte jugar , cuantas peras veces no te encerraban en el cuarto de los juguetes y llorabas mucho :( pero salías y eras valiente preparábamos quemaduras y así hasta que te cambiaste de casa y ahí lo más divertido era la misma mamada de siempre jugar , comer y ver pelis mientras todos se iban pero estábamos tú y yo existíamos en tu cuarto cuando ahuevo querías que te regresaran a tu otra primaria y una vez que fuiste a los europas y te acordaste de mi y me trajiste unas gomas de cerebro Ptm como recuerdo mucho esas gomas de cerebro después la fiesta del vaquerizo woody con unas perras botargas donde estaban nuestros 2 pendejos hermanos y tú haciendo berrinche como 100pre porque no querías morderle al pastel o alguna mamada así pero muy feli siempre también. Estabas feli de ahí cuando nos metimos a kidzania solos con otra cñora porque nos habían botado alv ahí con unos 10k aprox no sé cómo a esa edad nos mamamos ese caro en Santa Fe sigue siendo un misterio jajsjaja cuando íbamos a unas albercas todas culeras a pueblo quieto pero siempre querías ir ahí y yo te acompañaba porque siempre me agrado e se se contigo eras mi minibro el niño el Benitiego cómo llegaste a pensar que te llamabas benito y si no te decían así te emperrabas o como compraste un chingo de mamadas para tu granja con la tarjeta de mamá el cómo me diste mi primer cuadro , cuando fumábamos cuando tomábamos cuando existiríamos juntos otra vez en depresad compartiendo el mismo dolor de amor ay khe triste :( JAJAJAJAA en tu cumpleaños número 17 mame y mame queriendo coca de color rosa solo viendo películas y comiendo pizza del perro negro y que decir de tus 18 llorando yo porque no te podía ver porque te extrañaba porque solo quería estar con mi Amix jugando o diciendo mamadas tal vez fumando en mi azotea pasando la pipa de Weed o en el 105 acostados haciendo nada peleando por pura mamada ( el Chuy ) jajsjaja pero ese día ese evento canónico para ti yo solo llore porque me había quitado a mi mejor amigo a mi pana mi Putidiego mi amigo del alma realmente mi amigo pero una parte de mi sabía que ya habíamos crecido obviamente y que ya no éramos los mismos se que hace mucho que uno no sabe del otro como tal seamos realistas pero por eso siempre te escribía cuando te quiera o que te amaba quería que supieras que estaba ahí para ti aunque ya no estuviéramos juntos el decir que eras ahora mi primo el anexado pero mira ahora somos 2 otra vez jajaja todos coludos todos rabones somos un Diego y una rara que comparten muchas experiencias fortalezas y esperanzas desde que te conocí desde que crecimos desde que lloramos muchas mentiras muchos conciertos muchos fumes muchos monchis muchos días tristes muchas lágrimas compartidos muchos lugares para tragar encontrados y solo quiero decirte
Te amo dora
Te deseo un feliz cumpleaños de grupo mamamamerano
Y que solo quiero recordarte que aunque haya vendido mi cabeza por 1000 varos con el puto del Gael
Y aunque digan lo que digan sobre si estar junto a ti o no o tú estar conmigo o no por lo menos este día yo vengo a decirte que estoy contigo en las buenas en las malas en las raras y en los diegos
Te quiero con mucha sinceridad
Y que con el peso de la palabra siempre siempre te he querido admirado y apreciado mucho
Gracias por tanto
Por todas esas temporadas de la vida entre tú y yo
Y que si en otras temporadas estamos juntos o solo hay crossover no importa siempre me importaste tú
Te cu eme
Y cómo dice esa canción porque yo tendría que cambiar y yo sigo aquí .
Si va al revés pero me vale verga a este punto de la vida
Te quiere mucho
Liliana aka la rara
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“There you are! I’ve been looking for you to have fun together, but turns out you’re here working. Hay… I know you’re busy and all, but learn to take a break! Why don’t we go to the karaoke place? My treat! It’s my birthday after all~”
¡Feliz cumpleaños, Diego! 💚
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feliz cumpleaños mi amor, estás siempre en mi corazón y aunque yo muy probablemente ya no en el tuyo siempre te amaré y desearé que seas muy feliz como mereces y como me hiciste feliz a mí.
te extraño a diario y no hay día que no piense en ti, que me arrepiente por no haber estado cuando más me necesitabas, ojalá algún día tú y diego me puedan perdonar, ojalá algún día vuelvas a hablarme, es mi sueño y es lo único que le pido a la vida.
que cumplas muchísimos muchísimos años más, te amo con todo mi ser.
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