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Shakira dice que ‘no está pensando’ en citas: ‘¿Qué espacio tengo para un hombre en este momento?’

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“Teniendo una relación formal, creo que mis hijos tendrían que estar muy preparados para eso”, dijo la cantante.

Shakira para Rolling Stone. Foto:Mason Poole

Las citas son lo último que Shakira tiene en mente en este momento.

La estrella mundial de la música, de 47 años, que comenzará una gira mundial en noviembre , está dejando en claro que “no está pensando” en encontrar una pareja romántica en el corto plazo.

“¿Qué espacio tengo para un hombre en este momento?”, expresó en un nuevo artículo de portada de la revista Rolling Stone . Su perspectiva está influenciada en gran medida por sus hijos , Milan, de 11 años, y Sasha, de 9, a quienes comparte con su expareja, Gerard Piqué .

La cantante y el exfutbolista estuvieron juntos durante 11 años antes de anunciar su separación en junio de 2022 .

Shakira detalla el ‘sufrimiento’ que sufrió tras la ruptura con Gerard Piqué: ‘Me sentí como si alguien me hubiera hecho un agujero en el pecho’

Shakira para Rolling Stone.Mason Poole

Tras la ruptura, surgieron rumores que apuntaban a que el deportista la había engañado con su actual novia, Clara Chia Marti .

“Qué te puedo decir, a mí me gustan los hombres. Ese es el problema. No me deberían gustar con todo lo que me ha pasado, pero imagínate cuánto me gustan los hombres que me siguen gustando”, bromeó Shakira al medio. “Pero teniendo una relación formal, creo que mis hijos tendrían que estar muy preparados para eso, y su bienestar emocional y psicológico es la prioridad”.

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