#mariano

I ship them.

So what was I doing during my history of philosophy class?

A) I was listening and learning

B) I was making a shitty meme because I can’t draw and thought it will be funny

Anyway tag yourself guys.

I’m Antonio. I’m five. I am a Madrigal. I live at the Hotel del Encanto. I have my very own room and a cat with spots like a jaguar. His name is Parce. And a bird. His name’s Pico.

Mirabel is my favourite pima. She’s works in room service. Mirabel knows how much I love. Love. Love animals.

“There’s Camilo. He’s my brother. Here’s what Camilo likes — acting. He wants to be on broadway. But for now, Abuela has him working in the kid’s room.”

“Mi hermana Dolores knows everything about everything. Which is why she works as the concierge. If Dolores has not heard about a new trend, it’s most certainly not cool.”

“Señor Mariano is my tutor. He is a poet. My Abuela is friends with his mother. When we have our literature lesson, he reads about love. Which I think is icky. Icky. Icky.”

(Tell me the Madrigal’s running an enchanted hotel in the gorgeous setting of Colombia told from the perspective of five-year-old Antonio wouldn’t be adorable.)

Everyone: *Listening to the songs of @laureli-amadeus-music and Or3o’s Turn It Down.* These songs slap! At last the Encanto album feels complete.

Me: *Agrees but also… patiently waiting in the shadows for Mariano’s poetic serenade. A song that purpos feels like it’s missing something until the final verse(s) when it’s discovered we’re hearing the song alongside Dolores who adds her vocals and sadness as he writes for Isabela. And her vocals are what makes the whole thing feel complete.

Lipstick.