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I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. (…) I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
La cosa fue más o menos así:
me: Hola tato!
Tato: Hola chicas, como están? -me da un beso*-
me: todo bien vos?
Tato: bien, buscando las llaves del auto. Que necesitaban?
Me: Nosotras,somos estudiantes de periodismo deportivo.. -me corta-
Tato: aa somos colegas*, -risas idiotas-yo también estudié ahí, me recibí en el 99.
me: siii, sabíamos.
Tato: si, diganme en que las ayudo..
Me: mirá nosotras.. yo, en realidad, tengo que hacer un trabajo, que es de dos reportajes, a un periodista y a un futbolista, yo quería saber si podía arreglar con vos, para hacerte una nota
Tato: sii, si. No te hagas problema, para cuando la necesitas?
Me: para el martes.
Tato: bueno mirá, yo estoy corto de tiempo esta semana,y con mucho trabajo, pero si querés venis acá, y en un ratito la hacemos. Yo te contactaría con un jugador, pero es una semana complicada, está el superclásico...
Me: si, no te hagas problema, gracias igual!
Tato: No, pero cualquier cosa que necesites, me decís. Vos contá conmigo.
Me: dale, tato! Gracias, entonces el jueves o el viernes salgo de la facu y vengo para acá-
Tato: dale dale, nos vemos.
Me: Gracias tato. -me saluda otra vez y nos vamos- LO AMO, LO AMO, LO AMO LO AMO. ÉL Y SANCHEZ MIÑO SON LAS MEJORES PERSONAS DEL MUNDO.
Y bueno, le voy a hacer una entrevista a Tato Aguilera el jueveeeeees.
Anotaciones personales:
*1: ¿QUE PERSONA FAMOSA TE SALUDA CON UN BESO? NADIE, SOLO ÉL Y SANCHEZ MIÑO. NO JODAMOS.
*2: COLEGAS. DIJO COLEGAS. YO LO AMO. NO PUEDE SER TAN BUENO, TAN COPADO, TAN SOLIDARIO.
- Mi único propósito en esta carrera era ser como vos, Tato. Y cada día estoy más segura.
Haría una gigantografía con esta foto. No porque yo haya salido bien, si no porque sos la luz de mis ojos and i can't believe I have a picture with you. Ay pequeño Saltamontes, quiero que sepas que yo te amo por cómo sos y por cómo jugás. Espero que no te emociones con las otras putas, botineras del orto, ah. JAJAJ no , enserio,es que ahora están todas atrás tuyo, y me ponen histérica, pero yo te banqué since the beggining. (igual creo que todos nos ilusionamos con vos desde el principio). Sos la persona más humilde, copada, simpática y tierna que conozco. Sos un sol para los niños (?). Te aaaaaaaaaaaaaamo gordo -¿Ven que yo sí le hago caso a Caruzzo, aunque él me ignore siempre que voy a la Bombonera?- ♥ LA VAS A ROMPER.
“No. No!” he says.
“I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.
“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”
“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”
“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts b
“I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.
“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”
“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”
“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts b
oth hands on his head. “Christian . . .”
“No,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What?
“Christian, what are you doing?”
He continues to stare down, not looking at me.
“Christian! What are you doing?”
My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move.
“Christian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gaze—he’s almost serene . . . expectant.
Holy Fuck . . . Christian. The submissive.”
“No,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What?
“Christian, what are you doing?”
He continues to stare down, not looking at me.
“Christian! What are you doing?”
My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move.
“Christian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gaze—he’s almost serene . . . expectant.
Holy Fuck . . . Christian. The submissive.”
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there's always gonna be another mountain, i'm always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle, SOMETIMES YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LOSE. Aint about how fast i get there, aint about what's waiting on the other side. It's the c l i m b.
Te merecés lo mejor. Igual te lo digo siempre, porque sos lo más, porque te la bancaste y mejoraste un montón. I love you like a love song, baby. (?)
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