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With a small nod, he ended the call, and when his bandmates prompted him, explained with his head hanging and a curl to his shoulders that he needed to go home. Dead to the world almost as soon as she closed her eyes. Do you think your brother would want you risking your life like this?”, Coco shook her head, making her braids swing wildly. His body twinged when he shifted his head to the side in an effort to get his bearings, a warning. It felt normal – right, even – to be with her again. “Haven’t heard of anyone matching that description around these parts. It would play what he strummed, make the sounds that he wanted, which meant it was up to Miguel to do the rest. He could still hear the crying when Hector dropped beside him on the stoop. Is that what you want?” It all stopped when he saw the tears spilling down her cheeks. It was already morphing into something else by the time he got a look at it, but he never got to find out what. 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. What you need is rest.”. Meanwhile, the Border Lady sighed through a forced smile, suppressing an unprofessional eye roll with a visible force of will. “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.”. The last thing he remembered seeing before everything he knew and was exploded into fireworks of white agony, was the familiar expression of fury on his bandmate’s face. Finally, she crawled out from under the table, though her mind had conjured up at least a dozen more escape plans, three of which had real chance for success. 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. And to get there, all he’d had to do was steal a guitar. 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. And neither, Miguel managed to think through the shock, did he. “They miss him.”. After mulling the matter over for a while, Miguel decided to stick with the belief that Alejandro truly hadn’t meant to hurt him, and even resolved to tell him when he arrived. Enrique stared at the envelope the young mariachi standing at his door had passed him in disbelief, while the boy shifted awkwardly, apparently desiring to leave. “If they do, then you will know. It had belonged to her brother, but before him, it had belonged to her great great grandfather. But she ushered them inside, right after wordlessly sending Oscar and Felipe to fetch a cempazúchitl petal for Bebe Coco. They both knew, or at least Miguel thought she did, that today was his first performance as the official member of a Mariachi band. They needed to send her back. To the Riveras, losing him had been a blow they couldn’t recover from. She couldn’t just allow them to waltz in without following-, Her fist slammed down on the button for unlocking the gate, and they piled inside, frantically calling for the little girl with braids. Coco’s really sick. 2017 - Je suis allée voir le film Coco avec mes filles, en attendant d'y aller avec mes élèves. Confusion came first from the cousins, followed by quiet denials. All there was left for him to do was get it started, so naturally he tried giving the engine a sharp kick, just to see if that would do anything. “Coco!” The men cried out, turning to her with pleading eyes. Follow/Fav no me olvides. His body twinged when he shifted his head to the side in an effort to get his bearings, a warning. 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. How could there have been? She reached for him with a cry when he stepped towards the door. When events lead to him being unable to keep his promises, however, someone he left behind will do everything they can to find and bring him home. 16 oct. 2020 - Explorez le tableau « Coco » de Alexandra MEAUDE, auquel 113 utilisateurs de Pinterest sont abonnés. “Go home, Alejandro.”. De très nombreux exemples de phrases traduites contenant "no me olvides" – Dictionnaire français-espagnol et moteur de recherche de traductions françaises. His heart told him so. There was a dull thud, followed by a flat, “Ow.”. 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. Like all the words in him had all been swallowed up. Coco bowed her head, humbled by the understanding that her shoe’s sacrifice had been for naught. It consisted mostly of neighborhood kids, a pair of cousins named Carlos and Esteban, and a boy named Alejandro. Too tired to sit up, Coco crawled onto the couch the moment she stepped into the casa and curled up on her side. A wet cloth and his mother’s hand draped her brow, but her eyes remained stubbornly closed. But if you put my photo up on the ofrenda, then I swear I will visit you.”, “And Mama and Papa? Se me había quemado el foco de luz jaja por eso la oscuridad. If you find something that could use improvement, please feel free to let me know in the comments. Waggling his brows, the skeleton in the torn Mariachi outfit leaned on the scanner with a cheesy grin. 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. Waggling his brows, the skeleton in the torn Mariachi outfit leaned on the scanner with a cheesy grin. Song: Flaca by: Andres Calamaro Album: Alta Suciedad Transcribed: Coco Santa Cruz ( Guitar002@yahoo.com ) [Intro] G B7 Em C G D G D [Verse] G B7 Flaca, no me claves, Em C Tus puñales, por la espalda, G D Tan profundo, no me duelen, G D no me hacen mal. as he slipped the petal into her palm, “I love you, Coco.”. Miguel winced, then quickly wished he hadn’t when inky black spots dotted his vision. The last thing he remembered seeing before everything he knew and was exploded into fireworks of white agony, was the familiar expression of fury on his bandmate’s face. He’d also admitted to having been an ardent fan of De La Cruz, “before he turned out to be a no good murderer, of course.”. Though a nearly inaudible whimper promptly broke Miguel’s heart, Socorro obediently closed her eyes, allowing exhaustion to quickly and effortlessly tug her towards blissful, dreamless sleep. Throughout the lullaby, he’d watched her mouth form familiar shapes as she followed along, heard the raspy wisp of her voice struggling past a throat scraped raw from coughing fits. When events lead to him being unable to keep his promises, however, someone he left behind will do everything they can to find and bring him home. It had belonged to her brother, but before him, it had belonged to her great great grandfather. 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. From the town center, a guitar could be hurt playing a chipper tune, something easy to dance to. Flashing the others a pleading glance, Miguel shook his head, and spread his palms in a helpless gesture. And Rosa? He was sitting in the backseat, already clad in his Mariachi garb, while Alejandro glibly tipped his sombrero in acknowledgement. But if we don’t find your brother by sunrise, you’re going home. Her skeleton waved. And for a while, Miguel’s thoughts drifted from his sister. Miguel choked on air. Play on Napster. Though a nearly inaudible whimper promptly broke Miguel’s heart, Socorro obediently closed her eyes, allowing exhaustion to quickly and effortlessly tug her towards blissful, dreamless sleep. There was a lock on the back wheel, which would have thrown a wrench in Miguel’s burgeoning plan, if the mechanism hadn’t been unwittingly obstructed by a metal spoke. She stared him down, her arms crossed over her chest while her monkey sat on her shoulder, until Miguel caved. He took a step backwards, taking him out of the line, and then continued to retreat without turning around so that the look of suspicion on the Border Lady’s face went unobscured until the crowd swallowed it up. “Yes?” The woman said cautiously. “There will be other contests, hermano. What you need is rest.”. 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. “She let me know something, too.” And he pulled out a drawer from the table to reveal a folder labeled with Ernesto De La Cruz. La cita es intitulada "don't forget me" (" no me olvides "), es organizada para el 8 de abril por Kairos Forum y por la comunidad L'Archè al Sutton's Hospital en Charterhouse de Londres. Surprisingly, it seemed like there wasn’t anyone who wanted to speak to her. 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 was sitting in the backseat, already clad in his Mariachi garb, while Alejandro glibly tipped his sombrero in acknowledgement. “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. Miguel took a moment to breath before placing a hand on Alejandro's shoulder. With a sheepish shrug that couldn’t quite conceal a worried frown, he thumbed the screen and listened. Miguel stared at their markings and features, trying to recall if any of the village’s citizens remained from his visit several years prior, but he’d only caught a glimpse of them the first time, so it was hard to be sure. “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. 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. Bebé Coco had wanted so badly to attend his first performance, and he’d wanted her there just as much. “It’s one of the perks of having this job.” She paused on her way out of the room, looking thoughtful. “Yeah? “This contest only happens once a year, and we were lucky to even get in it.” Frustration saturated his words. Her skeleton man didn’t move. left kudos on this work! All the highlights. No me olvides, es un cortometraje que pretende resaltar una de las tradiciones mas importantes de México que es el Día de Muertos. And for quite a long time afterwards, Miguel would curse his useless brain, because in the split second before his death, his mind thought it fit not to conjure images of his family and the people who loved him, but of someone he’d rather forget. He’d also admitted to having been an ardent fan of De La Cruz, “before he turned out to be a no good murderer, of course.”. Surely, Mama Elena would be awake now, and the last thing he and his friends needed was another delay. Those skeletons that had tried to catch her seemed familiar, somehow, but she didn’t let herself think about it too long, and was soon distracted by the colorful stacks of houses and animals with vibrant coats, all of which seemed to sniff her curiously when she passed. “Don’t move yet, chiquito.” He knew that voice. Remember me.” The last time he’d played this song to her came to him, all the worry he’d felt, never truly knowing if she was okay. I debated showing Miguel waking up directly after his death, and I still might do that next chapter, but though I remember Hector mentioning it, I can't recall if he woke up in the Land of the Living or in the Land of the Dead. Shoving the petal into his pocket, he announced, “I’m going for a walk,” and sidestepped Imelda’s intimidating form to slip outside. “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. 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. “Miguel told me he went to the land of the dead before.” Imelda set her down, looking warily at her great great grandson. Grumbling under her breath, Victoria massaged the bridge of her nose. He took a step backwards, taking him out of the line, and then continued to retreat without turning around so that the look of suspicion on the Border Lady’s face went unobscured until the crowd swallowed it up. Everyone in the Land of the Dead knows the Riveras have been searching for you.”. 81 guests 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. “We might not be so lucky next year.” There was a jarring honk as several cars passed them by, their drivers completely unaware of the turmoil unfolding. It looked like she was still taking inspiration from the advice he’d given her when he was twelve, which was fine because this was awesome. Carlos and Esteban appeared to have left, already. But Hector listened without interrupting, even smiling when he talked about his music, and messing around with his friends. After everything that’s happened, I’d really like to talk to him.”, A chorus of sighs came from the dancers, who all threw their palms over their foreheads dramatically. tip: "uchiha sasuke/uzumaki naruto" angst kudos>10. 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. Soon, there would be families in the graveyards spreading cempazúchitl petals, but that wouldn’t start until morning, which was a lifetime away. And Dante? 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. 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. But she’s my sister. They’d seen Coco at her feistiest, and so told her with full confidence that she was going to be just as scary as Imelda, someday. 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. “Remember me.” His thoughts drifted to Papá Hector and Mamá Coco, as they always did. And another the following month. Coco stared in them in wonder, too tired to be afraid, when he suddenly stood, his gaze searching, and grabbed her hand. When she was finished, the skeleton fished a couple coins out of his pocket with a sigh and placed them on the table. Gracias! If there was someone like that, they’d be long gone by now.” He managed a toothless smile. The unexpected give of the petals beneath his tires should have been his first clue that this wasn’t going to work. Autres traductions. She was, without question, his most dedicated fan, so if she couldn’t attend the performance, he’d just have to bring the show to her. It seemed he was driving again, which was fair, since none of the rest of them had a license and it was his car. From behind him, Enrique could hear Luisa ask who was at the door. But if everyone kept acting like he was never coming back, then maybe he would think they didn’t want him anymore and he’d stay away. Her breath catching on a frightened sob, Coco called for Miguel, loudly at first, and then quietly. tip: "uchiha sasuke/uzumaki naruto" angst kudos>10. Next, he tried checking the compartments, and sure enough, there was a spare key under the seat. Surely, Mama Elena would be awake now, and the last thing he and his friends needed was another delay. 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. 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. He’s a tall scarecrow-ish guy with gold teeth and a straw hat? 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. Look at me, gordito.” Hector cracked a grin, showing off his golden teeth. 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. Flatly, he said, “Miguel, you’re not leaving.”. Those who spotted his approach threw themselves out of the way, leaving the barrier wide open. This didn’t have to mean he’d failed. And Miguel’s throat couldn’t go dry. 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. 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. Leen nous envoie une CE afin de travailler le lexique de la famille ainsi que la situation dans l'espace. “There will be other contests, hermano. 30 déc. He needed to know that everyone was safe and healthy, or he’d lose his mind well before he was forgotten. “Remember me.” His thoughts drifted to Papá Hector and Mamá Coco, as they always did. And to get there, all he’d had to do was steal a guitar. But it wasn’t to be used by living, so when Miguel open his eyes, the first question that occurred to him was not ‘Where am I?’ as his location did not seem so important in the face of what could be another curse. Frowning, he turned his head to see an elderly man with a long white beard slowly shake his head. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing, he hoped that they were happy. There was a room in the Rivera household, formerly known solely for their shoemaking, which was dedicated to Miguel, a shrine for the rising musician whose life had been tragically cut short. “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. Guitar gripped tightly in hand, Miguel tiptoed into his parent’s room, before slowly and silently closing the door behind him. “I was due for a new one, anyway. Try not to borrow anything else without permission while I’m gone. The twin not holding the child, his mustache askew, asked, “Then what do you do with children?” Other people were starting to notice the screaming, living girl, who was actually no longer screaming, as she’d taken to kicking – landing a solid hit on Oscar’s jaw that caused him to reflexively drop her. She was sure of it. “This contest only happens once a year, and we were lucky to even get in it.” Frustration saturated his words. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Ignoring the growing restlessness of the waiting patrons, the Border Lady told him sternly, “You were a special case, Miguel, and you were very lucky your family found you when they did.” It reminded him of being scolded by his cousin Rosa – the comparison nearly drawing out a genuine smile. “Why don’t you come on out so you can apologize to the store owner when he gets back?” Coco bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. “It’s one of the perks of having this job.” She paused on her way out of the room, looking thoughtful. Crossing it had been so easy when he was alive. From above her, a familiar voice said with mild amusement, “You know, stealing from the dead is a capital offense.” There was a short pause. Frida turned from Miguel to chastise her girls for acting silly on their break, before saying with a breezy wave of her hand, “Oh, he moved on some time ago. Not when it wasn’t her time. Probably the strongest toddler in all of Santa Cecilia. “Go get me the knife, Coco. 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. Coco rolled the apple on her palms. Lights and lanterns curled around the branches of the young birch trees lining the road as they streaked by. He craned his neck, caught a glimpse of brown bangs peeking out from beneath a white sheet, then was stopped by a wrinkled hand on his shoulder. tip: hetalia f/f sort:kudos. “You say that like a kid’s never been lost in the Land of the Dead before.” The long line behind him was only getting longer and more restless as he continued to stall, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Merci bcp Leen ! Frida solemnly shook her head. The guitar was too large and unwieldy in her grip, yet she set her jaw stubbornly, and brushed her fingertips over the cords, eliciting an unexpectedly sweet sound from the strings. 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. Curling up under a table covered in produce, Coco reached up to snatch what turned out to be an apple, but before she could retrieve it, a bony hand grabbed her wrist. Grinning at the serious expression she was wearing, Miguel returned the favor. Actually, strike that, a lot of somethings were cracked. “I’m so sorry-” Hector’s arms closed around him, making his eyes go wide, before the tension bled out of him, and he fiercely returned the embrace, “I thought… I asked everyone where you were and nobody seemed to know. “Good boy.” When he made to leave, however, an uncharacteristic growl undulated in the canine’s throat, and he lunged forward to sink his incisors into the hem of Miguel’s pants. A chill passed through him when the tone of the alebrije’s urgent barking shifted towards mournful, but he shook it off. In truth, though, there wasn’t much to tell. Still, was it his imagination or did her dancers look nervous? A tingle of warmth crept over her skin, a breeze tickled the back of her neck, and the flower petals on the tile rose as though swept up by a storm. Probably the strongest toddler in all of Santa Cecilia. 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. Como estas?” Frida became a blur rocketing towards him, a missile of brightly colored fabrics, and Miguel backpedaled, before a primate tripped him, and Frida caught him in an embrace that would have been tight enough to drive the air from his lungs, had he still had any. You have so many fractures on your bones right now even your fractures have fractures. No me olvides, Mackie, en esas otras ciudades. Not to her. For the first few days, Miguel searched everywhere for his Papa Hector. Angela went to her post at Customs knowing it was going to be a hectic day, but had dared to believe that the worst was over, what with the main culprit of her headaches lying injured in her bed, except the afterlife has a way of surprising even the most jaded of denizens, which was the only way she could find to explain the pair of identical adult skeletons juggling what appeared to be a screaming toddler between the pair of them. Do you understand?”, She nodded dutifully. 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. He told her about the concert, about Coco getting sick and the fight with his bandmates. After sneaking a furtive glance at the entrance to make certain no one was coming, she yanked the instrument off the wall, though the weight of it surprised her, and she stumbled backwards before narrowly recovering her balance. After all, it was possible that Hector had moved. 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. “I’ll think about it, Senorita.” He called back with a wide grin. A discordant twang echoed through the Rivera house, but when all present rushed in to investigate, it was to find the room empty, with only a guitar lying on the tile, and the ghost of a child’s delighted laughter still clinging to the walls. 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