[Esp./Eng.] Bajo la sombra del ala blanca. || In the shade of the white wing.
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Hoy es jueves y, como bien dicen por ahĂ, el cuerpo lo sabe. Es ese dĂa de la semana en el que la nostalgia se permite un espacio en nuestra rutina para dejarnos viajar a travĂ©s de los pĂxeles. Me sumo con entusiasmo a la invitaciĂłn del amigo @lanzjoseg en su estupenda iniciativa âTBT: Una foto, una historiaâ, porque recordar no es solo volver a vivir, sino tambiĂ©n honrar las raĂces que nos mantienen en pie, sin importar cuĂĄn lejos hayamos volado.
Bajo la sombra del ala blanca
Hay momentos en la adolescencia que se quedan grabados no por la magnitud del evento, sino por la intensidad de la energĂa que los rodea. Un jueves cualquiera en el centro comercial puede parecer una rutina mĂĄs, pero a los catorce o quince años, una salida entre amigas tiene el peso dramĂĄtico y emocionante de una expediciĂłn legendaria.
Aquel dĂa âme cuenta Gildaâ, el aire del pasillo olĂa a una mezcla de perfumes dulces acanelados, cotufas reciĂ©n hechas y ese aroma frĂo e inconfundible del aire acondicionado de las grandes tiendas. Era un grupo de siete, siete chicas atravesando la brecha exacta entre la infancia y la juventud; ese instante de la vida donde cada mirada es un cĂłdigo y cada carcajada retumba como si fueran las dueñas absolutas del lugar.
Al llegar a la entrada de la tienda Nike, algo pareciĂł detener el tiempo. Sobre ellas no habĂa solo un logotipo comercial iluminado en la pared; ese enorme Swoosh blanco resplandecĂa en la penumbra como una enorme ala protectora, un sĂmbolo universal de movimiento, velocidad y actitud urbana con el que todas ellas, de alguna manera, querĂan identificarse. Era el escenario perfecto, sin duda. Sin pensarlo dos veces, alinearon sus expectativas y se acomodaron frente a la cĂĄmara para inmortalizar el instante.
De izquierda a derecha, la complicidad se hacĂa evidente. Andreina rompiĂł la formaciĂłn inicial con su postura relajada, luciendo esa sonrisa fresca y natural que siempre contagia tranquilidad. A su lado, las demĂĄs fueron enlazando hombros y cinturas en una cadena de risas atragantadas y acomodos de Ășltimo segundo. En el centro del grupo, marcando su propio estilo con una mezcla de seguridad y desenfado, estaba Liudy Corina, inconfundible con su sombrero blanco inclinado, reflejando la luz brillante de la pared y devolviendo a la lente una pose llena de actitud. A su derecha, mi sobrina Gilda âcĂłmplice de esta publicaciĂłn al suministrarme la fotografĂa y haberme echado el cuentoâ; el resto de la pandilla cerraba el cuadro entre abrazos apretados, jeans holgados y zapatos deportivos que ya contaban historias de largas caminatas.
Fue la captura de una Ă©poca dorada, ya que todas ellas hoy son mujeres, algunas con hijos y otras forjando su futuro en la universidad. El logo de Nike quedĂł arriba como un testigo mudo de la libertad efĂmera, pero lo que realmente llenĂł la imagen de color fue esa chispa irrepetible de tener quince años, tener a las mejores amigas al lado y sentir que el mundo entero les pertenecĂa.
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TambiĂ©n pueden revisar las Ășltimas publicaciones en la casa de la Comunidad #TopFamily
Portada de la iniciativa.
A ver si se animan, las amigas @cirangela y @issymarie2, y el amigo @theshot2414âŠ
Today is Thursday and, as they say, your body just knows it. Itâs that day of the week when nostalgia finds a place in our routine, allowing us to travel through pixels. Iâm delighted to accept the invitation from my friend @lanzjoseg to take part in his brilliant initiative âTBT: A photo, a storyâ because remembering isnât just about reliving the past, but also about honouring the roots that keep us grounded, no matter how far weâve flown.
In the shade of the white wing
There are moments in adolescence that stick in the memory, not because of the scale of the event, but because of the intensity of the energy surrounding them. A typical Thursday at the shopping centre might seem like just another routine outing, but at fourteen or fifteen, a day out with friends carries all the drama and excitement of a legendary expedition.
âThat day,â Gilda tells me, âthe air in the corridor smelled of a mixture of sweet, cinnamon-scented perfumes, freshly made popcorn and that cool, unmistakable scent of air conditioning in large shops.â There were seven of us, seven girls straddling the fine line between childhood and adolescence; that moment in life when every glance is a secret code, and every burst of laughter echoes as if we were the undisputed queens of the place.
As they reached the entrance to the Nike shop, something seemed to make time stand still. Above them was not just a commercial logo illuminated on the wall; that enormous white Swoosh glowed in the dim light like a huge protective wing, a universal symbol of movement, speed and urban attitude with which they all, in some way, wanted to identify. It was the perfect setting, without a doubt. Without a momentâs hesitation, they aligned their expectations and posed in front of the camera to capture the moment.
From left to right, their camaraderie was plain to see. Andreina broke the initial formation with her relaxed posture, flashing that fresh, natural smile that always radiates calm. Beside her, the others linked arms and waists in a chain of stifled laughter and last-minute adjustments. At the centre of the group, making her mark with a blend of confidence and nonchalance, stood Liudy Corina, unmistakable in her tilted white hat, reflecting the bright light from the wall, and striking a pose full of attitude for the camera. To her right, my niece Gilda â an accomplice in this post for providing me with the photograph and telling me the story â; the rest of the gang rounded off the picture amidst tight hugs, baggy jeans and trainers that already told tales of long walks.
It was a snapshot of a golden age, as they are all women nowâsome with children and others forging their futures at university. The Nike logo remained at the top as a silent witness to that fleeting sense of freedom, but what really brought the image to life was that unique spark of being fifteen, having your best friends by your side and feeling as though the whole world belonged to them.
If you want to take part, I think youâre still in time â youâve got until 11.59 pm TODAY, THURSDAY, so hurry up and remember to obey the rules.
With TBT contest - One of those days.
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ
TambiĂ©n pueden revisar las Ășltimas publicaciones en la casa de la Comunidad #TopFamily
Portada de la iniciativa.
A ver si se animan, las amigas @cirangela y @issymarie2, y el amigo @theshot2414âŠ
Today is Thursday and, as they say, your body just knows it. Itâs that day of the week when nostalgia finds a place in our routine, allowing us to travel through pixels. Iâm delighted to accept the invitation from my friend @lanzjoseg to take part in his brilliant initiative âTBT: A photo, a storyâ because remembering isnât just about reliving the past, but also about honouring the roots that keep us grounded, no matter how far weâve flown.
In the shade of the white wing
There are moments in adolescence that stick in the memory, not because of the scale of the event, but because of the intensity of the energy surrounding them. A typical Thursday at the shopping centre might seem like just another routine outing, but at fourteen or fifteen, a day out with friends carries all the drama and excitement of a legendary expedition.
âThat day,â Gilda tells me, âthe air in the corridor smelled of a mixture of sweet, cinnamon-scented perfumes, freshly made popcorn and that cool, unmistakable scent of air conditioning in large shops.â There were seven of us, seven girls straddling the fine line between childhood and adolescence; that moment in life when every glance is a secret code, and every burst of laughter echoes as if we were the undisputed queens of the place.
As they reached the entrance to the Nike shop, something seemed to make time stand still. Above them was not just a commercial logo illuminated on the wall; that enormous white Swoosh glowed in the dim light like a huge protective wing, a universal symbol of movement, speed and urban attitude with which they all, in some way, wanted to identify. It was the perfect setting, without a doubt. Without a momentâs hesitation, they aligned their expectations and posed in front of the camera to capture the moment.
From left to right, their camaraderie was plain to see. Andreina broke the initial formation with her relaxed posture, flashing that fresh, natural smile that always radiates calm. Beside her, the others linked arms and waists in a chain of stifled laughter and last-minute adjustments. At the centre of the group, making her mark with a blend of confidence and nonchalance, stood Liudy Corina, unmistakable in her tilted white hat, reflecting the bright light from the wall, and striking a pose full of attitude for the camera. To her right, my niece Gilda â an accomplice in this post for providing me with the photograph and telling me the story â; the rest of the gang rounded off the picture amidst tight hugs, baggy jeans and trainers that already told tales of long walks.
It was a snapshot of a golden age, as they are all women nowâsome with children and others forging their futures at university. The Nike logo remained at the top as a silent witness to that fleeting sense of freedom, but what really brought the image to life was that unique spark of being fifteen, having your best friends by your side and feeling as though the whole world belonged to them.
Today is Thursday and, as they say, your body just knows it. Itâs that day of the week when nostalgia finds a place in our routine, allowing us to travel through pixels. Iâm delighted to accept the invitation from my friend @lanzjoseg to take part in his brilliant initiative âTBT: A photo, a storyâ because remembering isnât just about reliving the past, but also about honouring the roots that keep us grounded, no matter how far weâve flown.
In the shade of the white wing
There are moments in adolescence that stick in the memory, not because of the scale of the event, but because of the intensity of the energy surrounding them. A typical Thursday at the shopping centre might seem like just another routine outing, but at fourteen or fifteen, a day out with friends carries all the drama and excitement of a legendary expedition.
âThat day,â Gilda tells me, âthe air in the corridor smelled of a mixture of sweet, cinnamon-scented perfumes, freshly made popcorn and that cool, unmistakable scent of air conditioning in large shops.â There were seven of us, seven girls straddling the fine line between childhood and adolescence; that moment in life when every glance is a secret code, and every burst of laughter echoes as if we were the undisputed queens of the place.
As they reached the entrance to the Nike shop, something seemed to make time stand still. Above them was not just a commercial logo illuminated on the wall; that enormous white Swoosh glowed in the dim light like a huge protective wing, a universal symbol of movement, speed and urban attitude with which they all, in some way, wanted to identify. It was the perfect setting, without a doubt. Without a momentâs hesitation, they aligned their expectations and posed in front of the camera to capture the moment.
From left to right, their camaraderie was plain to see. Andreina broke the initial formation with her relaxed posture, flashing that fresh, natural smile that always radiates calm. Beside her, the others linked arms and waists in a chain of stifled laughter and last-minute adjustments. At the centre of the group, making her mark with a blend of confidence and nonchalance, stood Liudy Corina, unmistakable in her tilted white hat, reflecting the bright light from the wall, and striking a pose full of attitude for the camera. To her right, my niece Gilda â an accomplice in this post for providing me with the photograph and telling me the story â; the rest of the gang rounded off the picture amidst tight hugs, baggy jeans and trainers that already told tales of long walks.
It was a snapshot of a golden age, as they are all women nowâsome with children and others forging their futures at university. The Nike logo remained at the top as a silent witness to that fleeting sense of freedom, but what really brought the image to life was that unique spark of being fifteen, having your best friends by your side and feeling as though the whole world belonged to them.
If you want to take part, I think youâre still in time â youâve got until 11.59 pm TODAY, THURSDAY, so hurry up and remember to obey the rules.
With TBT contest - One of those days.
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ