{"id":8782,"date":"2021-04-19T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-04-19T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/?page_id=8782"},"modified":"2021-04-20T07:33:03","modified_gmt":"2021-04-20T08:33:03","slug":"la-bailarina-y-el-diplomatico-capitulo-4","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/la-bailarina-y-el-diplomatico-capitulo-4\/","title":{"rendered":"LA BAILARINA Y EL DIPLOM\u00c1TICO – CAPITULO 4"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Three years full of surreal adventures, successfully at a frenetic rhythm in Los Angeles, California <\/span><\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Chapter 4. My first earthquake, about to fall off the ravine! \n\n<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Life goes on and the mansion returned to its routine. <\/span><\/p>

There were 8 boys, 2 actors among them Alex and of course they were also waiters, a producer, two scriptwriters, and 3 surfers. <\/span><\/p>

In the morning everyone would leave except the surfers with whom I would play pool every morning, while the three of them were very polite, they were at my service. After telling them the drama of my life by chapters. And above all, using my woman's weapons, walking in a bikini from the pool to the kitchen and vice versa. I was obsessed with the sun, with being very dark and, if possible, all year long. Now I wear 100 spf, I go with an umbrella, and I don't sunbathe. <\/span><\/p>

One of the surfers told me; we're going to Malibu, do you want to come? I replied that I was sure that they went every day and that I preferred to continue with the suitcases. <\/span><\/p>

But one of them stayed in the pool with me. He looked at me like someone who saw miss ass and of course, it took him a second to ask me; Are you Brazilian? I am Spanish, you know that already...But he explained to me with that great swimmer's body and to which now I would not let him escape, that being Latino in LA was very different from being European and that many denied their origins, lying to be better accepted in the city and the whiter you are, the better . <\/span><\/p>

But above all I have asked you because of how dark you are and with permission, the ass and the perfect legs that you have! You have to be a good dancer! Do you want me to teach you to surf? He was totally enthralled with me and delighted with Spain. <\/span><\/p>

His girlfriend came and they left and I was alone in the pool reading the English book that I had bought to start my own classes. <\/span><\/p>

I was in a chair sitting very close to the railing, which also caught my attention, because it was made of super thin and weak metal and high up to my waist, and it gave me a little scary, I looked down and almost lost my glasses It was impressive to be in front of those emblematic letters! But at night it was so foggy that you couldn't see the railing. <\/span><\/p>

When suddenly, the water in the pool began to move like a breakwater, the plants and trees began to move in a surreal way, the Hollywood letters trembled as if they wanted to take off from the mountain, the surfboards flew by the ravine and everything with the soundtrack of the furniture inside moving from the site and worst of all, my chair that jumped one meter up and to the right that, thank God, I fell into the water. Because if it gets to the left, I fall down the ravine and my adventure in LA is over. <\/span><\/p>

Alone in that big mansion, I ran barefoot into the street and down the hill trying to call Alex hysterical, crying and without the bikini top that I had taken off when I was left alone and there was no way to start looking for it... in that moment, the scriptwriters who were returning to the mansion passed by and stopped when they saw such an upset barefoot, with one hand covering her breasts and crying through her cell phone ... the world is ending and I almost fell down the ravine! Until I laughed nervously when the scriptwriter who was from Argentina told me, You see! This is like walking into Universal Studios and not buying a ticket! \nAnd they put me in the convertible like they were the shrinks when they took Vivian Leigh in the role of Blanche in my favorite Tenesse Williams\u2019s movie, a streetcar called Desire. <\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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DON'T MISS CHAPTER 5!<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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EN BEverly HILLS , Con $85 para un a\u00f1o y una sola tarjeta de contacto <\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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LA BAILARINA Y EL DIPLOM\u00c1TICO BIOGRAF\u00cdA Tres a\u00f1os llenos de aventuras surrealistas, a un ritmo fren\u00e9tico y de \u00e9xito en Los \u00c1ngeles , California  Postal con la foto de la Mansi\u00f3n. Cap\u00edtulo 4. Mi primer terremoto, \u00a1a punto de caerme por el barranco! La vida sigue y la mansi\u00f3n volvi\u00f3 a su rutina. Viv\u00edan 8 […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":38,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"elementor_header_footer","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-8782","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8782","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8782"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8782\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8861,"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8782\/revisions\/8861"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/38"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/estherponcemagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8782"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}