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sdl ep. 625

I know it’s a sad scene, but it always called my attention that Fina got out of bed, wrote a long letter while crying, closed the door and left, and doña Marta kept sleeping.

DOÑA MARTA IS SUCH-A-HEAVY-SLEEPER.

(The story would be so different if she had a light sleep 😭)

Sueños de Libertad, ep. 378.

padmaddean

Bette & Tina The L Word s05e06 (2004-2009)

love2angel12

clairedsfield

sdl ep. 269

vikyquis

Serafina Valero la mujer que tu eres 😮‍💨😮‍💨🫦

clairedsfield

sdl ep. 37 & 39

vikyquis

Mi chiquita.. como te extraño 😔 🥺🤧

#mafin #serafina valero #alba brunet

blancdansnoir

As usual, can't stop relating tunes/songs to Mafin (in this case, Marta's lost heart). And it happened that I was listening to this yesterday:

Como siempre, no puedo evitar relacionar melodías/canciones con Mafin (en este caso, el corazón que se le ha perdido a Marta). Y resulta que ayer estaba escuchando esto:

(sic) “Por un camino iba yo buscando la dicha mía: lo que mis sacais miraron mi corasón no lo orvía. Por la verea iba yo. A cuantos le conocían -¿le habéis visto?-preguntaba, y nadie me respondía. Por el camino iba yo y mi amor no parecía. Er yanto der corasón por er rostro me caía. La verea se estrechaba y er día se iba acabando. A la oriyita der río estaba un hombre pescando. Mientras las aguas corrían iba el pescador cantando: ¡No quiero apresarlos pececillos del río; quiero hallar un corasón que se me ha perdío! -Pescador que estás pescando, si has perdido un corasón, a mí me lo están robando a traición.”

El Amor Brujo (versión de 1915); Acto I: Romance del pescador

Compositor: Manuel de Falla

Letristas: Manuel de Falla, María Martínez Sierra, Gregorio Martínez Sierra.

“I walked along a road looking for my love; what my eyes saw my heart could not forget. Along the path I went. To those who knew him I asked, ‘Have you seen him?’– and no one answered me. Along the path I went and my love I did not see. The cry of my heart could be seen on my face. The path became narrower and the day was ending. On the bank of a little river a man was fishing. While the waters flowed past the man was singing, ‘I don’t want to pluck little fishes from the river. I want to catch a heart that has been lost to me!’ ‘Fisherman who is fishing, if you have lost a heart, mine has been treacherously stolen!’”

El Amor Brujo (Love, the Magician) (1915 version); Act I: Romance del pescador (The Story of the Fisherman)

Composer: Manuel de Falla

Lyricists: Manuel de Falla, María Martínez Sierra, Gregorio Martínez Sierra.

English translation by NAXOS.

platypus-quacks-too

No te preocupes, te prometo que yo mañana estaré presentable para recibir a Miguel Ángel Baca y fingiré que soy feliz. Fingiré incluso que me importa que llegues a la cumbre. Y sonreiré. Sonreiré mucho, aunque por dentro esté deshecha. Y nadie lo va a notar. ¿Sabes por qué? Porque llevo haciéndolo toda mi vida.

Don't worry, I promise that tomorrow I'll be presentable to welcome Miguel Ángel Baca and I'll pretend to be happy. I'll even pretend that I care about you reaching the top. And I'll smile. I'll smile a lot, even though inside I'll be falling apart. And no one will notice. Do you know why? Because I've been doing it all my life.

Sueños de libertad | Ep. 395

clairedsfield

i've never felt so glum

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nerdishpursuits

"He perdido a la persona que daba sentido a mi vida".

“No ves que las palabras no consuelan”

“Se ha ido … sin mí”

This is an emotional massacre 😭

Marta de la Reina. The tragic, romantic heroine that you are!!!

Someone hold her, for goodness sake. She’s fading and she’s fading fast 🥺 (if only Fina could see the consequences of her actions … it would kill her)

Alas.

One more drink because we’re all on the brink 🥃

P.s. at least Andrés is starting to look into things because he’s so damn worried about her; anything at this point, so she finally caves and tells either Andrés or Damián the truth about Santiago and Olivestache’s plans start going to hell … which is where he himself needs to go … and then keep going until he reaches its deepest pit … there’s a special place there that’s reserved just for him and his narcissistic, psychopathic self