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El Combate del Siglo en la Alcoba.
Lo que observo más allá de la imagen
Tomada de la iniciativa, cortesía de Pixabay
En la imagen veo a un hombre joven, un boxeador. Está sin camisa, mostrando un físico musculoso y bien definido, y se encuentra sobre un fondo completamente negro, lo que hace que toda la atención se centre en él. Lleva puestos unos guantes de boxeo de un rojo muy vivo, que contrastan con la oscuridad del entorno.
Sus manos están levantadas, cubriéndole parte del rostro en lo que parece una clásica posición de guardia-defensa, como si estuviera listo para defenderse o preparándose para un combate. Sin embargo, como bien sabemos, la interpretación puede cambiar. La forma en que inclina la cabeza y la sombra que oculta sus ojos también podría sugerir otra cosa. Quizá no es una pose de pelea, sino un gesto de agobio, como si le doliera fuertemente la cabeza o acabara de recibir una noticia muy grave y estuviera intentando asimilarla. La imagen juega con esa ambigüedad entre la fuerza y la vulnerabilidad.
Lo que me hace sentir la Imagen
Al ver esta imagen, y pensando en el boxeo en general, la verdad es que no me genera entusiasmo. Yo nunca fui de peleas, ni siquiera de niño, así que este mundo siempre me ha resultado un poco ajeno y hasta brutal. La idea de ver a dos personas, como a dos “gallos en un cuadrilátero”, dándose golpes por deporte, nunca me ha parecido un espectáculo agradable.
Más que admiración por la fuerza, la imagen me provoca una sensación de inquietud. Pienso en el castigo que recibe el cuerpo, en el dolor que debe haber detrás de cada golpe, tanto para el que lo da como para el que lo recibe. Me transmite una sensación de tensión y violencia contenida que, sinceramente, no disfruto.
La Anécdota Detrás de la imagen
Esta foto me trae a la mente una anécdota familiar muy curiosa que tiene que ver con mis padres, quienes, a diferencia de mí, sí eran grandes aficionados al boxeo. Recuerdo que mi mamá nos contaba que una noche se quedó viendo una pelea de su boxeador favorito. La transmisión debió ser tan emocionante que se le quedó grabada en la mente.
Esa misma noche, ya dormida, soñó que era ella la que estaba sobre el ring. Lo gracioso es que no peleaba contra un boxeador profesional, ¡sino contra una vecina que por lo visto era bastante fastidiosa! Mi padre tuvo que despertarla porque, en pleno sueño, estaba lanzando puñetazos al aire y, de la pura tensión, se estaba mordiendo con fuerza el labio inferior y sangraba.
Al día siguiente, mi mamá se levantó no solo agotada, como si de verdad hubiera peleado, sino con el labio todo marcado por sus propios dientes. Una prueba de cómo la pasión por el boxeo se le había metido hasta en los sueños.
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The Battle of the Century in the Bedroom
What I see beyond the image
Taken from the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay
In the image, I see a young man, a boxer. He's shirtless, showing off a well-defined, muscular physique, and stands against a completely black background, which draws all the attention to him. He's wearing bright red boxing gloves, which contrast with the darkness of the surroundings.
His hands are raised, covering part of his face in what appears to be a classic guard-defense position, as if he's ready to defend himself or preparing for a fight. However, as we all know, interpretations can change. The way he tilts his head and the shadow hiding his eyes could also suggest something else. Perhaps it's not a fighting pose, but a gesture of distress, as if his head is hurting badly or he's just received some very serious news and is trying to process it. The image plays with that ambiguity between strength and vulnerability.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
When I see this image, and think about boxing in general, I'm not really enthusiastic about it. I was never into fighting, not even as a kid, so this world has always seemed a bit alien and even brutal to me. The idea of seeing two people, like two "roosters in a ring," hitting each other for sport has never seemed a pleasant sight to me.
More than admiration for strength, the image provokes a feeling of unease in me. I think about the punishment the body takes, the pain that must be behind every blow, for both the one giving it and the one receiving it. It gives me a feeling of tension and suppressed violence that, honestly, I don't enjoy.
The Anecdote Behind It All
This photo brings to mind a very curious family anecdote involving my parents, who, unlike me, were huge boxing fans. I remember my mom telling us that one night she stayed up watching her favorite boxer's fight. The broadcast must have been so exciting that it stuck in her mind.
That same night, already asleep, she dreamed she was the one in the ring. The funny thing is, she wasn't fighting a professional boxer, but a neighbor who was apparently quite annoying! My father had to wake her up because, in the middle of her dream, she was throwing punches in the air and, from the sheer tension, she was biting her lower lip hard and it was bleeding.
The next day, my mom woke up not only exhausted, as if she had actually fought, but with her lip marked by her own teeth. Proof of how her passion for boxing had infiltrated even her dreams.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time…
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I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Cómo participar, aún estás a tiempo…
Una imagen vale más que mil palabras
Portada de la iniciativa.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de este planeta un mundo mejor.
The Battle of the Century in the Bedroom
What I see beyond the image
Taken from the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay
In the image, I see a young man, a boxer. He's shirtless, showing off a well-defined, muscular physique, and stands against a completely black background, which draws all the attention to him. He's wearing bright red boxing gloves, which contrast with the darkness of the surroundings.
His hands are raised, covering part of his face in what appears to be a classic guard-defense position, as if he's ready to defend himself or preparing for a fight. However, as we all know, interpretations can change. The way he tilts his head and the shadow hiding his eyes could also suggest something else. Perhaps it's not a fighting pose, but a gesture of distress, as if his head is hurting badly or he's just received some very serious news and is trying to process it. The image plays with that ambiguity between strength and vulnerability.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
When I see this image, and think about boxing in general, I'm not really enthusiastic about it. I was never into fighting, not even as a kid, so this world has always seemed a bit alien and even brutal to me. The idea of seeing two people, like two "roosters in a ring," hitting each other for sport has never seemed a pleasant sight to me.
More than admiration for strength, the image provokes a feeling of unease in me. I think about the punishment the body takes, the pain that must be behind every blow, for both the one giving it and the one receiving it. It gives me a feeling of tension and suppressed violence that, honestly, I don't enjoy.
The Anecdote Behind It All
This photo brings to mind a very curious family anecdote involving my parents, who, unlike me, were huge boxing fans. I remember my mom telling us that one night she stayed up watching her favorite boxer's fight. The broadcast must have been so exciting that it stuck in her mind.
That same night, already asleep, she dreamed she was the one in the ring. The funny thing is, she wasn't fighting a professional boxer, but a neighbor who was apparently quite annoying! My father had to wake her up because, in the middle of her dream, she was throwing punches in the air and, from the sheer tension, she was biting her lower lip hard and it was bleeding.
The next day, my mom woke up not only exhausted, as if she had actually fought, but with her lip marked by her own teeth. Proof of how her passion for boxing had infiltrated even her dreams.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
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I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de este planeta un mundo mejor.
The Battle of the Century in the Bedroom
What I see beyond the image
Taken from the initiative, courtesy of Pixabay
In the image, I see a young man, a boxer. He's shirtless, showing off a well-defined, muscular physique, and stands against a completely black background, which draws all the attention to him. He's wearing bright red boxing gloves, which contrast with the darkness of the surroundings.
His hands are raised, covering part of his face in what appears to be a classic guard-defense position, as if he's ready to defend himself or preparing for a fight. However, as we all know, interpretations can change. The way he tilts his head and the shadow hiding his eyes could also suggest something else. Perhaps it's not a fighting pose, but a gesture of distress, as if his head is hurting badly or he's just received some very serious news and is trying to process it. The image plays with that ambiguity between strength and vulnerability.
What the Image Makes Me Feel
When I see this image, and think about boxing in general, I'm not really enthusiastic about it. I was never into fighting, not even as a kid, so this world has always seemed a bit alien and even brutal to me. The idea of seeing two people, like two "roosters in a ring," hitting each other for sport has never seemed a pleasant sight to me.
More than admiration for strength, the image provokes a feeling of unease in me. I think about the punishment the body takes, the pain that must be behind every blow, for both the one giving it and the one receiving it. It gives me a feeling of tension and suppressed violence that, honestly, I don't enjoy.
The Anecdote Behind It All
This photo brings to mind a very curious family anecdote involving my parents, who, unlike me, were huge boxing fans. I remember my mom telling us that one night she stayed up watching her favorite boxer's fight. The broadcast must have been so exciting that it stuck in her mind.
That same night, already asleep, she dreamed she was the one in the ring. The funny thing is, she wasn't fighting a professional boxer, but a neighbor who was apparently quite annoying! My father had to wake her up because, in the middle of her dream, she was throwing punches in the air and, from the sheer tension, she was biting her lower lip hard and it was bleeding.
The next day, my mom woke up not only exhausted, as if she had actually fought, but with her lip marked by her own teeth. Proof of how her passion for boxing had infiltrated even her dreams.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Cover of the initiative.
I am dedicated to all those who contribute daily to make our planet ɑ a better world.