The unexpected give of the petals beneath his tires should have been his first clue that this wasn’t going to work. 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. Swallowing down a bout of nervousness, he asked his mother in a hushed tone, “You’ll let me know if anything happens, right?”, She crossed the floor without making a sound, before cupping his cheek with her palm, and with a smile, said,“Of course, Miguel.” Then with a pair of light pats, she added, “Now, go have a good time with your friends. 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. “Go home, Alejandro.”. 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. And it was my fault! Still…. If you find something that could use improvement, please feel free to let me know in the comments. The last Miguel had seen his Papá Hector, he’d been succumbing to the Final Death after sacrificing everything to send him home, even his chance to see his daughter again. But she ushered them inside, right after wordlessly sending Oscar and Felipe to fetch a cempazúchitl petal for Bebe Coco. ”, Sputtering, Miguel protested from his prone position, “I was going to give it back!”, She laughed, surprising him. Finally, they reached a casa on a hill, a home illuminated by magenta lighting from the bushes and decorated with multi-colored streamers from the roof. Still, was it his imagination or did her dancers look nervous? She didn’t want to be found, not until she found Miguel. “If your sister were coming, you would know.”. He’d told her a story once, about how he'd gone to a magical land where he met Papá Hector and Mamá Imelda, about how it was beautiful and wonderful and scary. He’d taken comfort in knowing that his decision to leave that night hadn’t been an ultimatum. His guitar, once shattered to pieces, had been lovingly recovered and reconstructed, and it now had a place hanging above the fireplace. “Coco?”, She frowned at him, disliking that he knew her name, but shrugged. Naturally. His body twinged when he shifted his head to the side in an effort to get his bearings, a warning. To the Riveras, losing him had been a blow they couldn’t recover from. Merry Christmas! How could Miguel possibly look Mamá Imelda and Mamá Coco in the eyes when Hector’s sacrifice had so quickly come to naught? Traduction de « Не забывай [Remember Me] (Ne zabyvay) » par Coco (OST), ... No lo olvides (Recuérdame) No lo olvides. Though Alejandro gritted his teeth, he was the first to look away. “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. Frida solemnly shook her head. Bebé Coco had wanted so badly to attend his first performance, and he’d wanted her there just as much. Flatly, he said, “Miguel, you’re not leaving.”. “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. And the old man watching him knowingly, had no skin, no organs, no heart. 30 déc. It seemed he was driving again, which was fair, since none of the rest of them had a license and it was his car. 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. Summary: ... 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. It was his choices, his mistakes that had cost him everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of how they might react when they realized that. Squaring his shoulders and closing the distance until he and Alejandro were practically bumping noses, Miguel told him levelly, “I have to go back to see if she’s okay. “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.”. sabes que canto las canciones solo para ti. And so like it was just the two of them in the room, Miguel sang the last words of the lullaby with a strength and clarity that rivaled the town’s church bell, “Remember me.”. A promise that he would never forget how much his family loved him, and, “though I have to say goodbye,” he would always find a way to return. No me olvides, Mackie, en esas otras ciudades. “It was an accident.”, After what felt like a long period of time where Frida’s sternness refused to fade, despite Miguel having nothing left to tell, it eventually eased out of her. Aún así, si muero, no me olvides. “There will be other contests, hermano. ... Única parte de esta historia no daré descripción de esta solo entra a leerla y ya,no olvides dejar tu voto y un comentario No se permite copia o adaptación No me hago responsable si llega a herirlos emocionalmente, por qué yo igual sufrí al hacer esto . And neither was his memory. Squaring his shoulders and closing the distance until he and Alejandro were practically bumping noses, Miguel told him levelly, “I have to go back to see if she’s okay. “I know I can.” Then he ruffled her hair, messing up her braids one last time, watched quietly as she said her goodbyes to Hector and Imelda, who loved her and looked forward to meeting her again, though not too soon, and to her aunts, who gathered her up in hugs and fondly kissed her head, and finally, her uncles. You will find your way back to us in your own time.”, Hector put his arm around Imelda, and while she surreptitiously wiped her eyes, Coco was transferred to Miguel, who carried her weight in his arms, memorizing it, then pressed one last kiss on his sleepy sister’s brow, "Don't forget, okay?" Next, he wandered to Frida’s, and was pleased to find she was setting up a routine with her dancers held by wires over a flaming papaya. When he moved to sit up, bracing for the pain, she rested a bony finger on his chest, and pressed him back against the mattress, “Don’t be ridiculous, chamaco. Track. Wagging his tail, Dante sat up with a yip, which Miguel chose to interpret as an affirmative. It was already morphing into something else by the time he got a look at it, but he never got to find out what. “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. The thought of it alone brought her pain. And Mama Elena? Gracias! “Remember me.” His thoughts drifted to Papá Hector and Mamá Coco, as they always did. APPS & DEVICES FEATURES BROWSE LOGIN TRY NOW. It seemed he was driving again, which was fair, since none of the rest of them had a license and it was his car. And a relation was no solid proof. dejame ir muy lejos en el borde, mi amor. And never was he more aware of that fact then now. 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. If you find something that could use improvement, please feel free to let me know in the comments. “You should really go to Customs. “I took you to my home because I didn’t know where else to take you.” The Rivera family was an obvious choice, but if he had gone out of his way to avoid any interaction with them since his arrival than she didn’t feel it was her place to interfere, and though those words never left her mouth, for which Miguel felt a swell of gratitude, it was written in the frustration emanating from the pronounced furrow of her brow. “Though I have to say goodbye. She wasn’t going to take a bite of it, except she did, and if she’d already taken a bite then there really wasn’t any point to saving the rest. “But you’ll have to take care of them while I’m gone, okay? It was his choices, his mistakes that had cost him everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of how they might react when they realized that. Once she was gone, Miguel settled back into the cushions with a sigh. Miguel wasn’t gone like everyone said. Gracias Coco! “I live here now, Coco. But if we don’t find your brother by sunrise, you’re going home. Sometimes, elderly people forgot things. In case this wasn't clear, I am not a Hispanic person, and my knowledge of the language and culture is limited. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing, he hoped that they were happy. Probably the strongest toddler in all of Santa Cecilia. “Haven’t heard of anyone matching that description around these parts. The last Miguel had seen his Papá Hector, he’d been succumbing to the Final Death after sacrificing everything to send him home, even his chance to see his daughter again. He knew his familia and refused to believe that they would keep neglecting to put his photo on the ofrenda. 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. The strings pressed against calloused fingertips as his hands deftly formed the first chord. “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. Though he fought down a fond smile at the resulting fuming pout, Miguel started to sing, his voice whisper-soft and gentle, “Remember me.” It was a promise. Meanwhile, the Border Lady sighed through a forced smile, suppressing an unprofessional eye roll with a visible force of will. “He’s our great-grandnephew.”, “I know someone who can help you find Coco.”. Can I count on you to do that, Coco?”, She lifted her chin high, sticking out her chest. 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. What you need is rest.”. The alebrije sleeping at its base perked up at his approach. He asked around the streets, and the Forgotten Village, where the fading skeletons seemed happy enough to have him around, though they claimed not to have seen his great-great grandfather. This time, though, the chances of this lullaby turning into a duet were looking slim, and as though to remind Socorro not to try it, their mother arced a stern brow the instant her dry lips parted, causing her mouth snap shut with an audible click. “Mama and Papa would miss you so much if you stayed. “D-don’t let it make you cry.” Music was never meant to bring her sadness. 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. The crowd cheered, singing along and laughing. And-”, “Everyone,” Miguel reiterated with greater emphasis. “I’ll think about it, Senorita.” He called back with a wide grin. 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. 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. Instead of saying any of that aloud, however, Miguel merely shot a glance at the big-boned security skeletons standing guard by the marigold bridge, each of them watching him warily in case he tried to finish off this year’s Dia De Muertos by making another run for it. What did protocol dictate? 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. He plugged it into the socket, letting out a delighted grito when the machine roared to life, and he slammed a foot down on the gas pedal, sending the motorbike careening towards the booths. But I loved this movie. 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. “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. From behind him, Enrique could hear Luisa ask who was at the door. There were blue, green, and yellow markings on its fur, and it rumbled curiously at their approach. as well as A jarring whine of rusted hinges caused her to look up to see the door to her studio swung as though it had been pushed, as the sound of hurried footsteps faded. “Are you insane, Coco? His guitar, once shattered to pieces, had been lovingly recovered and reconstructed, and it now had a place hanging above the fireplace. Without waiting for her response, the twins exchanged a nod, then took off to catch up to the little living girl before they could lose her in the bridge’s foot traffic. With a sheepish shrug that couldn’t quite conceal a worried frown, he thumbed the screen and listened. Hector gave him a minute. Through the window, he could hear his bandmates calling him. By: staringatstars07. No arguments.” She pouted, feeling mutinous. 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. He paused only for a moment to wipe some of those beaded tears away, “Don’t let it make you cry.” And she clung to his hand, stubbornly refusing to let go until he stopped playing entirely, after which she released him with almost comical timing. 41. “Si, Miguel.”. Mackie, ne m'oublie pas quand tu seras loin de moi. “What if my family puts my photo on the ofrenda?” And if they didn’t, then it was absolutely vital that he find out why. 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. And Miguel smiled. 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. No, that wasn’t right. Hector looked grim. Papa Hector stepped forward, his arms outstretched, but her skeleton shook her head repeatedly as he backed away. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart.” He rose from the stool, still playing with the instrument held steady against his chest, and pressed his forehead to the wet cloth over her brow. They had to be. 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. And on that roof, was perched the largest cat that she’d ever seen. 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. Leen nous envoie une CE afin de travailler le lexique de la famille ainsi que la situation dans l'espace. Enrique didn’t see how throwing the money away would help anyone, and he never saw Alejandro come or go to force him to take it back, so he collected the envelopes in his drawers, where they added up, becoming increasingly difficult to hide over the years. Guitar gripped tightly in hand, Miguel tiptoed into his parent’s room, before slowly and silently closing the door behind him. 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. “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. And the weight in his arms vanished, but not for long, because he soon found himself being crushed in half a dozen other embraces. People started streaming out of the house, including the identical mustached men from before, and the pretty lady with the rose crown, and a new, stern-looking bespectacled woman that Coco hadn’t seen before. Next, he tried checking the compartments, and sure enough, there was a spare key under the seat. He kept playing. Crossing it had been so easy when he was alive. “But it doesn’t look good.”, It took a few minutes for Miguel to get himself back under control. 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. Imelda was sure they would understand. Coco bowed her head, humbled by the understanding that her shoe’s sacrifice had been for naught. “If they do, then you will know. #Coco Pixar #Coco fanfiction #Coco Masterpost #fanfic masterpost #un cuento friki fanfic masterpost. 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. “It’s one of the perks of having this job.” She paused on her way out of the room, looking thoughtful. 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. The alebrije sleeping at its base perked up at his approach. His palms couldn’t sweat. Dead to the world almost as soon as she closed her eyes. “Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be.” Slowly, her tiny hands came up to wrap around his neck, and she was strong. “They miss him.”. The pressure ate him, settling into his limbs like a winter’s chill, until he looked up at Coco, his number one fan, “Remember me.” The words rasped against his bones, his skeletal fingers and joints stumbled over the notes, and yet her brown eyes widened, her lips parting in a quiet gasp. The curse had reached her shoulders now, and started up her legs. Your papa and I can handle your abuela.” Miguel searched her features for any signs of doubt, before reluctantly making to turn around, but before he could get far, she yanked him into a bone-crushing hug. But she’s my sister. The graveyard outside the Santa Cecilia church had always been crowded, such as it was on the holiday for honoring and remembering the departed, but there were new visitors, ladies and gentlemen in old-fashioned garb, such as brown tailored suits, billowing skirts, and bowler hats. – but I miss them.” Hector wrapped an arm around him, allowing Miguel to slump against his side. Those who spotted his approach threw themselves out of the way, leaving the barrier wide open. Later, he would find the envelope in his mailbox. No me olvides mientras no esté. 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. This is all my fault. Sweat clung to her forehead as she tossed fitfully, her breaths coming in short, distressed gasps that tore at Miguel’s heart. He was only sixteen when he’d died. Voir plus d'idées sur le thème cours espagnol, espagnol, enseigner l'espagnol. “Should we cover her head with a cloth or something?” One asked, apparently serious. It was happening so fast. “I just want to find my brother.”, Temper rising, Miguel stared at her in disbelief. 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. Gears already turning as he took note of the bustling techni-colored streets, Miguel strolled down to the corner of the sidewalk where a lone motorbike was propped up against the Pedestrian Crossing street sign. 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. Sometimes, they stopped to show Miguel’s photo to passerby, who sometimes looked oddly at her companion but usually claimed not to recognize the boy in the photo. You have so many fractures on your bones right now even your fractures have fractures. The moon was high in the sky when he finally helped Miguel to his feet. 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. 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. “What if my family puts my photo on the ofrenda?” And if they didn’t, then it was absolutely vital that he find out why. Miguel wasn’t gone like everyone said. Summary: ... 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. The old man plopped down beside him, stayed with him as the ambulance drove away, and the crowd eventually departed, leaving only the three of them. A wet cloth and his mother’s hand draped her brow, but her eyes remained stubbornly closed. Surprisingly, it seemed like there wasn’t anyone who wanted to speak to her. What you need is rest.”. Guitar gripped tightly in hand, Miguel tiptoed into his parent’s room, before slowly and silently closing the door behind him. When he moved to sit up, bracing for the pain, she rested a bony finger on his chest, and pressed him back against the mattress, “Don’t be ridiculous, chamaco. When she was finished, the skeleton fished a couple coins out of his pocket with a sigh and placed them on the table. 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.”. Realization dawned gradually, shedding light a little at a time until understanding became unavoidable. Try not to borrow anything else without permission while I’m gone. 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. She passed the petal to Miguel, since it was likely his curse that Socorro had wrought, as possession of the guitar had passed to him. “I think not.”, Frustrated, Miguel swept the petal off the tile, which luckily still seemed to carry its blessing. “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. There was a dull thud, followed by a flat, “Ow.”. There was a subtle orange glow around her form, a slight translucence reminiscent of the Rivera boy when he’d been cursed a few years back, and the senorita froze. “Yeah? It wasn’t a pleasant thought. 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. And she believed him. “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. 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. Surely, Mama Elena would be awake now, and the last thing he and his friends needed was another delay.