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Así de repente mientras llegaba la 252 que habían mandado desde MIranda a Bilbao, nos enteramos del traslado de la primera composición de 10 coches desde Bilbao Abando a Irún para proceder a su triste final bajo la pinza.
Estaba yo tan tranquilo en casa cuando me avisaron de que el traslado era inmediato y de no ser por el retraso en la salida de Abando debido a que los okupas no se querían bajar de los coches, habría perdido la oportunidad de poder fotografiarlo.
En Abando me encontré con Juanjo y nos fuimos en su coche hacia Luyando donde le pude hacer esta fotografía juntandonos al final varios aficionados pudiendolo perseguir hasta Miranda de Ebro.
Luyando, 3 de Julio de 2014.
It is the annual open air Christmas service in Turtle Crossing Park. Pastor Charles Calvin has delivered the opening message* and now there is a time of fellowship.
Officer Smith: Pastor Calvin, this is Steve Rogers. Steve and I have been talking and I wanted him to meet you.
Pastor Calvin: Thank you Brad. Steve, it is a pleasure.
Steve Rogers: The pleasure is mine, pastor. You are from London, mid 19th century?
Pastor Calvin: Yes, I left and came to Paprihaven in 1884.
Steve Rogers: I thought so. I read your reprinted sermons when I was younger. I'm pretty much a century later, from 1988 America.
Pastor Calvin: *chuckle* I gathered by your colorful garb you may be from America.
Steve Rogers: Two world wars broke out after you left and I served in both. And in many others. Too many. ** Peace, Pastor Calvin. Doesn't the Bible say in Luke 2 that Jesus came to bring peace on earth?
Pastor Calvin: Yes. And He has. We cannot parse out the words though, to try and make them fit something else. The passage does not allude to a general peace on earth, but "Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased." ***
The peace of which the angelic host is heralding is a peace within the hearts and souls of those men and women who repent and turn to the Savior whose birth was being praised.
The "on earth" is the amazing aspect of this peace. It would be little wonder that you or I would have peace in Heaven, would it?
Steve Rogers: No, pastor, that would be expected.
Pastor Calvin: Just so. But here, in a fallen world of darkness, deceit, danger, how can one find lasting peace? The world itself cannot offer that peace because the world is the source of the unrest. Purchasing the best security only offers a temporary sense of safety as new security measures simply, inevitably, fall to more inventive criminals.
That's just an example that can be applied to every aspect of life here. So... "peace on earth" is truly amazing. Absolute, consistent peace in the heart of a person that remains independent of the circumstances around them.
Steve Rogers: The peace of God.
Pastor Calvin: Exactly. The Lord Jesus says, "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful." **** The peace He gives not like the sense of peace provided by anything of this world, which ebbs and flows. The peace of Christ is consistent. Solid. Because it is His peace.
It is the peace that comes with the knowledge that the one true God is your God and that He will never leave your nor forsake you. That you, as a believer, have full access to His throne at all times. "Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." *****
Steve Rogers: "Let your gentle spirit be known to all men." So as long as this world goes on, there will be conflict. But, at least we can present peace to those around us.
Pastor Calvin: Well said. "Turn from evil and do good; Seek peace and pursue it. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God." ******
Steve Rogers: Thank you, Pastor Calvin.
Pastor Calvin: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Steve. And, my ever helpful Audrey is standing close by, no doubt seeking my attention to let me know it is time for the closing remarks.
Audrey: Yes, I hope I didn't interrupt.
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*Seen here:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/50736652896/
** Cap has never turned away from the fight for good, but the constant wars have weighed heavily on him.
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/49057543226/]
*** Luke 2:14
**** John 17:27
***** Philippians 4:5-7
****** Psalm 34:14, Matthew 5:9
...y de repente no podrá evitarlo. Actuará casi como un autómata y de sus manos saldrán dos iniciales encerradas en un tosco corazón. Será en ese preciso y precioso instante, al ver terminada su obra, cuando por vez primera se emborrache de felicidad. Al fin habrá compartido su dicha con el mundo. Su amor será correspondido, tal vez los separe un mundo, quizás se agote antes de empezar a madurar o puede que acabe convirtiéndose en oscuro desamor. Pero su árbol, aquel que un día quedó tatuado para siempre con una cicatriz en forma de corazón, se encargará de recordarle el resto de su vida que el amor, a pesar de todo, será el motor que moverá su pequeño gran universo y el único sentimiento que le hará sentir completamente vivo. Y que las cicatrices siempre duelen...
Pastor Calvin: Friends, if your hearts and minds are opened to that truth, that you are that sinner deserving of His wrath, then you will also see the great joy of Christmas. That, because Christ Jesus came to pay that price, you can go free!
"For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." Take that free gift, friend! Christmas is not about exchanging gifts, it is about receiving the gift. Repent. Turn from a self-controlled life and to a God-controlled life. Ask Him for mercy. Ask Him to make you anew.
The Lord Jesus promises in John 6:37 that He will not turn you away.
Amen. Merry Christmas.
De repente el verde
Se aprisionó de la cal
Tratando de fundirse
Como el agua y la sal
Playa de Juan López, II Región Chile
Raúl Muñoz Huerta
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Una canción que habla de la situación actual del mundo: pobreza, malos tratos, políticos corruptos... en definitiva, de las injusticias a las que estamos sometidos en pleno siglo XXI.
De repente desperté y como siempre este maldito mundo, tan extraño como absurdo, tan cruel como taciturno, comenzó a andar del revés...
Para escucharla: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwBFelYEOAE
(Aclaro: no todas las fotografías son mías. He querido reflejar ciertas situaciones que, por suerte, no las he vivido de cerca. Por ello, he tenido que tirar de la cosecha de terceros)
"Eu estava em Torres- RS, com Miriam, Laura e Jorge e de repente apareceu esse inseto. Segundo Miriam que vive no Sul ele se chama Violino, porque seu som é de um violino e tb se repararmos as anteninhas dele tem o formato do arco do violino. Não consegui nenhuma imagem dele, mas confio na minha amiga Miriam Cardoso de Souza."
Compsocerus violaceus (também conhecido como C. aulicus ou C. equestris) . O nome vulgar em espanhol é "guitarrero", conhecido também como "violino", pelo som que produz.
Todos os besouros Longhorn (ou mais arcaica, longicorns) pertencem à família Cerambycidae. Caracterizam-se por antenas extremamente longas, que são muitas vezes tão longas quanto ou mais do corpo do besouro. A família é grande, com mais de 20.000 espécies descritas, pouco mais da metade do Hemisfério Oriental. Vários são consideradas pragas sérias, com a perfuração de larvas em madeira, onde podem causar danos às árvores vivo ou madeira não tratada (ou, ocasionalmente, a madeira dos edifícios, sendo um problema específico dentro de casa). Um número de espécies imitam formigas, abelhas e vespas, embora a maioria das espécies são de colorido críptico. Apesar de uma vasta literatura sobre as relações de acolhimento de larvas cerambycid e as áreas geográficas das espécies, há pouca informação sobre o comportamento de adultos de muitas espécies, porque são crípticos e noturnos. Violaceus Compsocerus ocorre em todo o Brasil e o Uruguai e é conhecido popularmente como "Guitarrero" (guitarrista), devido ao som chilrear que produz esfregando uma de suas pernas contra a borda superior posterior da asa anterior, que tem um raspador de espessura.
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Salvation | Introduction
What is salvation? Every believer in the Lord believes that as long as they pray to the Lord with a true heart, confess and repent to Him, their sins will be forgiven, and they will be saved by grace. When the Lord comes back, they will be directly taken into the kingdom of heaven. Is salvation really so simple?
Xu Zhiqian, the hero of this film, has believed in God for many years. He enthusiastically worked for God and abandoned everything to perform his duties. Because of this, the Chinese Communist Party arrested him and cruelly tortured him, and even sentenced him to six years' imprisonment. After being released, he continued performing duties and had some practical experiences. He was able to solve the practical problems of his brothers and sisters. He didn't make complaints or become negative and weak when his wife was arrested and imprisoned…. The brothers and sisters all praised and commended him. Xu Zhiqian believed that he already had the reality of truth, and he would surely be granted entrance into the kingdom of heaven. Soon after, however, a trial came upon him suddenly. His wife was tortured to death by the Chinese Communist police. He became extremely grieved and had notions about and misunderstanding of God, so he made complaints, and the thoughts of disobeying and betraying God emerged in his mind…. Later, he realized that it was betrayal to God, so he began reflecting upon himself: Can people like him, who complain against God, misunderstand God and betray God when faced with trials be truly saved? Are they qualified to enter the kingdom of God?
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Some brothers and sisters may raise questions, and will say: “We’ve believed in the Lord for many years and have worked very hard for Him. We can’t count how many churches we’ve established, and we’ve even been sent to prison. So even if we do commit sin, God will surely not abandon us!” If this was truly the case, then wouldn’t those Jewish Pharisees who traveled all over the lands and seas to spread the gospel, and yet defied and condemned the Lord Jesus, all have been able to enter into the kingdom of heaven? Why were they still condemned and cursed by the Lord Jesus? Wasn’t the Lord Jesus the loving and merciful God? How was He still able to condemn and curse them? Moreover, these people worked hard for God, so why didn’t the Lord Jesus pardon their sins? Regarding this question, these words of the Lord Jesus come to mind: “Not every one that said to me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that does the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in your name? and in your name have cast out devils? and in your name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess to them, I never knew you: depart from me, you that work iniquity” (Mat 7:21-23). And a book of truth also says: “Some people will end up saying, ‘I’ve done so much work for You, and though there may not have been celebrated achievements, still I have been diligent in my efforts. Can’t You just let me into heaven to eat the fruit of life?’ You must know what kind of people I desire; those who are impure are not permitted to enter into the kingdom, those who are impure are not permitted to besmirch the holy ground. Though you may have done much work, and have worked for many years, in the end if you are still deplorably filthy—it is intolerable to the law of Heaven that you wish to enter My kingdom!” (“Success or Failure Depends on the Path That Man Walks” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). Reading these words, I suddenly saw the light. It turns out that those who will enter the kingdom of heaven must indeed be those who cast off sin and are cleansed, who follow God’s way, and who obey God, worship God and love God. Those who spread the gospel and cast out demons in the Lord’s name but who don’t follow God’s way are evil-doers in the eyes of God. Just like those Jewish Pharisees—although they appeared pious on the outside, and they worked for God and suffered greatly all their lives, and paid much price, yet when the Lord Jesus incarnated to perform His work of redemption, they refused to accept it, much less submit to or practice the Lord Jesus’ words. Instead, they judged and condemned the Lord Jesus’ work, frantically resisted the Lord, and they even spread notions and rumors to deceive people and obstruct them from accepting the Lord Jesus’ work, and they nailed the Lord Jesus to the cross—by doing this, were they not openly opposing and contesting God? People like this, who simply will not repent, are truly Satan’s partners in crime and are Satan’s lackeys. They worm their way into the church especially to disrupt and demolish God’s work, and people like this have a God-defying essence, they are the enemies of God, and God will never allow hated enemies or the wicked to enter into His kingdom. From this, we are able to see that all who are incapable of practicing God’s words or of obeying God’s work are all unclean and unrighteous; if someone is unable to repent or to cast off their God-defying corrupt disposition, and they go on living in sin, then they are unclean, they are not a righteous person praised by God, but instead they are condemned. The kingdom of heaven is God’s kingdom, and God is holy, so if someone is unclean then how could they be qualified to enter into God’s kingdom and live together with Him? God is merciful and loving to man, but God is also righteous, and will never lead filthy and corrupt people into His kingdom. That is to say, whether or not we can enter into the kingdom of heaven in the end does not depend on how much work we do or how much we suffer, but most importantly it depends on whether or not our corrupt dispositions are changed and cleansed, whether or not we can practice God’s words, do God’s will, and whether or not we are people who love God, obey God and fear God. If we only rely on our own ardor to give things up, expend ourselves, spread the gospel, build churches and support other believers, but our own corrupt dispositions are not changed in the slightest, we still frequently commit sin, defy God and rebel against God, and we are unable to follow God’s way, then we will be evil-doers, and will be unable to enter into the kingdom of heaven.
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No recuerdo qué cuento me estaba contando cuando de repente, un zumbido por la izquierda de mis dos orejas me alertó. Tras unos segundos de reconocimiento de la escena, vi como libre y tranquilo aterrizaba en la pared un estupendo ejemplar de mosquito tigre.
Superando los 10mm de rigor que marca su ficha en los documentales de la dos, lucía a la perfección sus patitas en blanco y negro a juego con un admirable aguijón.
Bien, "te voy a matar" pensé. Y mientras yo fallaba con un confiado derechazo acolchado en papel de water, él respondía con una inaudita maniobra de evasión realizada a toda leche pasando muy cerca de mi cara.
"Je... te voy a matar" repensé.
Con el duelo formalmente iniciado, comenzaron una serie de intentos de homicidio trapo cocina en mano sin mucho éxito. El tío era rápido, muy rápido.
Esquivó dos cojinazos en mi cama y una funda de portátil contra el techo.
Era un vacilón, lo veía en su mosquita cara y eso no me gustaba nada.
Ya calentito, le lancé una caja entera de lápices alpino acompañada de una novela regalada jamás comenzada. A dicho obús, le siguieron un viejo disco duro, un par de carpetas y un ratón que no usaba. Tras una lámpara rota y una pared más que marcada, se hizo la calma.
"¿Dónde está? ¿ha muerto? necesito ver el cuerpo"
Fue entonces cuando me volvió a zumbar la oreja (esta vez la derecha) momento en el cual terminé de perder unos nervios ya bastante desorientados.
Así pues, esperé a que se arrinconara el solito para desconectar cuidadosamente el cable usb y tirarle encima la impresora A3 mientras gritaba "¡jódete!", tumbando dos estanterías en plan melé, una bicicleta estática, un monitor CRT y para asegurar la faena, después de amontonar varios desodorantes en spray; disparé con una Colt para provocar una pequeña explosión.
Con un interior irrespirable y arrasado, salí afuera pensando "como vuelva y esté vivo, lo mato".
De repente, no fim de julho, nascem as flores dos ipês. E ganham o colorido amarelo da luz do sol poente.
Fazenda Ponte Velha, Minas Gerais, Brasil
Según salía de Liechtenstein, cogí la carretera que pasaba por todos los pueblecitos de Suiza en dirección a Austria. En uno de los primeros, de repente, me topé con un estanque muy hermoso, y como iba sin rumbo, sin horario, sin prisa, y sin nada, pues decidí parar porque el lugar me pareció que merecía la pena.
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Al fondo, un grupo de preescolares disfrutaban del entorno, y unos ancianos paseaban a sus perros. Yo, aparqué el coche al otro lado de la carretera, cogí las cámaras, pero lo dejé a cielo abierto, ¡bendita seguridad suiza!, que te permite confiarte.
Una pareja de patos, y un cisne, estaban relativamente cerca. El cisne se acicalaba con esmero, apoyado en una piedra que apenas estaba sumergida unos centímetros bajo el agua. No paraba de moverse y era tan hermoso como difícil de capturar en una pose digna. Así me tuvo, jugando a hacerse el protagonista de mi vida durante unos minutos. Por fin, se estiró, levantó todo su cuerpo, estiró el cuello y desplegó sus alas vigorosamente un par de veces, para, acto seguido, como quien se ha desperezado, volvió a meter la cabeza en el agua. Cuando la sacó, por unos segundos, se llevó su pico al pecho, y justo ese fue mi momento. Las gotas de agua resbalaron de su pico y se quedaron en sus plumas, me encanta ese detalle en la foto. No duró mucho en esa posición. Sabedor de que lo había inmortalizado, con todo su porte empezó a deslizarse suavemente por la superficie líquida sin apenas removerla. Su cuello, otrora malabarista de las posturas imposibles llegando a cualquier rincón de su cuerpo, ahora parecía rígido, como mirando a un punto fijo. Parecía una estatua de sal moviéndose por el estanque como un figurante en medio de un vals. Una delicia digna de ver. Sobra decirte lo mucho que te recordé en estos momentos.
“Patito Feo”, las dos con mayúsculas, porque Feo era el nombre que le pusieron en el cuento. Siempre te has referido a ti en el pasado como el Patito Feo… me alegra que por fin te sientas cisne, porque en verdad lo eres, eres Cisne Hermoso, las dos con mayúsculas, porque eres el Cisne más Hermoso de este pequeño estanque que es el mundo.
No sé quién o quienes te hicieron ver esto, si fui yo uno de ellos, esa alegría que me llevo, cosita.
Y ahora, sólo deseo tener de nuevo la oportunidad de poder disfrutar algunos momentos, igual que me pasó en ese viaje por Suiza, del maravilloso espectáculo de estar cerca de un cisne, y que ese cisne, sea Cisne Hermoso, seas tú, cosita, y me saques por unos momentos de esta melancolía que me abraza. Y que me ocurra como a Herminia, quien hundida en la vejez, recibe la visita de su mago, y esa tarde rejuvenece y se le van todos los males...
El día que tenga esa oportunidad, querré de nuevo ir sin rumbo, no tener prisa ni horarios, y no tener nada ni necesitarlo, porque tú, con tu presencia y compañía, me lo darás todo, y nada más me hará falta.
اذا اراد الله
Así de repente sin avisar, apareció ante mi vista y se posó en uno árbol cercano, la sorpresa fue mayúscula y aunque estaba un poco lejos había que inmortalizarlo, ya me hubiera gustado que se hubiera posado más cerca, pero de todas formas mereció la pena. aún se quedó un ratito para que disfrutara de su belleza.
Espero verlo más veces y a poder ser más cerca.
From an email written to a friend some 3000 miles away after the tsunami of 26th December 2004:- " I was not home when it happened. I was working on one of the remote islands and I had no means of traveling home till 10 days later. I saw the sea rise like a towering wall of water.
I am more thankful now for all the things that I have taken for granted. Death may happen anytime and I am scared now of the gruesome manner in which death can take place. I talk to myself, I talk to God. I see my life, what I have done and not done, when I have been bad and when I have been good. I see that I need to repent, with my heart and soul for the sins I committed. I've learnt lessons in life - but this one is the biggest. And hopefully, I will live to practise what I have learnt."
" A father tells of his missing daughter, with moving dignity,
holding back raw emotion and I cry his tears
and she is my daughter and he is my father
and we are together in our tragedy."
"Come, Come who or whatever you are
Should you be an unbeliever, a Magian or a pagan still come
Our lodge is not a lodge of despair
With hundred repentions unheeded you may be,still, come"
For Muslims and non-Muslims alike, the main reason to come to Konya is to visit the Mevlâna Museum, the former lodge of the whirling dervishes and home to the tomb of Celaleddin Rumi (later known as Mevlâna), who we have to thank for giving the world the whirling dervishes. This is one of the biggest pilgrimage centres in Turkey, and the building's fluted dome of turquoise tiles is one of Turkey's most distinctive sights.
For Muslims, this is a very holy place, and more than 1.5 million people visit it a year, most of them Turkish. You will see many people praying for Rumi's help. When entering, women should cover their head and no one should wear singlets or shorts.
After walking through a pretty garden you pass through the Dervişan Kapısı (Gate of the Dervishes) and enter a courtyard with an ablutions fountain in the centre.
At the entrance to the mausoleum, the Ottoman silver door bears the inscription, 'Those who enter here incomplete will come out perfect'. Put on the supplied plastic over-shoes before entering. Once inside the mausoleum, look out for the big bronze Nisan tası (April bowl) on the left. April rainwater, vital to the farmers of this region, is still considered sacred and was collected in this 13th-century bowl. The tip of Mevlâna's turban was dipped in the water and offered to those in need of healing. Also on the left are six sarcophagi belonging to Bahaeddin Veled's supporters who followed him from Afghanistan.
Continue through to the part of the room directly under the fluted dome. Here you can see Mevlâna's Tomb (the largest), flanked by that of his son Sultan Veled and those of other eminent dervishes. They are all covered in velvet shrouds heavy with gold embroidery, but those of Mevlâna and Veled bear huge turbans, symbols of spiritual authority; the number of wraps denotes the level of spiritual importance. Bahaeddin Veled's wooden tomb stands on one end, leading devotees to say Mevlâna was so holy that even his father stands to show respect. There are 66 sarcophagi on the platform, not all visible.
Mevlâna's tomb dates from Seljuk times. The mosque and semahane, the hall where whirling ceremonies were held, were added later by Ottoman sultans (Mehmet the Conqueror was a Mevlevi adherent and Süleyman the Magnificent made charitable donations to the order). Selim I, conqueror of Egypt, donated the Mamluk crystal lamps.
The semahane to the left of the sepulchral chamber contains exhibits such as the original copy of the Mathnawi, Mevlâna's cape and other clothing, a 9th-century gazelle-skin Christian manuscript and a copy of the Koran so tiny that its author went blind writing it. In the middle of the room is a display case holding a casket which contains strands of Mohammed's beard. The small mosque in front of the semahane is reserved for prayers but as you exit the building, look to the left of the mihrab for a seccade (prayer carpet) bearing a picture of the Kaaba at Mecca. Made in Iran of silk and wool, it's extremely fine, with some three million knots (144 per square centimetre).
The matbah (kitchen) of the lodge is in the southwest corner of the courtyard. It is decorated as it would have been in Mevlâna's day, with mannequins dressed as dervishes. Look out for the wooden practice board, used by novice dervishes to learn to whirl. The dervish cells (where the dervishes lived) run along the northern and western sides of the courtyard. Inside the cells are a host of ethnographic displays relating to dervish life. In particular, one room contains personal items belonging to Şems of Tabriz including his hat and a manuscript of the Mâkâlât, his most famous work.
The complex can get oppressively busy, and seeing any of the contents of the museum display cases can be a pushing and shoving, head-ducking affair. Come early on a weekday if you want to see all the items in peace. On the other hand, the atmosphere on busy days is almost addictive and more than makes up for not being able to properly examine the museum pieces.
Beside the museum is the Selimiye Camii.
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Y de repente a la vuelta de la esquina te encuentras esa vida de todos los días en un instante te das cuenta de la belleza que desprenden y que a veces nos cuesta ver de tanto como la vemos.
Lentamente la vida se desnuda
ante mis ojos de ya no desiguales
vestiduras,vida vives en los ojos
de las plantas de los arboles que
moran en los valles,en las montañas
altivas del Norte de mi tierra ,donde
se alzan bosques de tu espalda y
tu infancia se oye entre el gentio.
Lentamente la vida vive
en los espejos de los ojos.
© Soledad Bezanilla
Y de repente te encuentras un lugar bien paisa en nuestra Plaza de Mercado de Caicedonia, Valle.
Compártela para que lleguen a más personas nuestras tradiciones y nuestra gente.
Soneto da separação
De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.
De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.
De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente.
Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente.
Vinícius de Moraes
De repente ocurre, algo se acciona…
Y en ese momento sabes que las cosas van a cambiar. Y es ahí donde te das cuenta de
que las cosas solo ocurren una vez.
A saudade bateu foi que nem maré,
quando vem de repente de tarde e invade
transborda esse bem me quer...
Foto: By Natália Moreno
Outside a Panera. A day late and a dollar short! This man was yelling for all to get on the right path.
De repente seu mundo colorido e iluminado tornara-se uma densa escuridão sufocante. Seus olhos ardiam como que em chamas, seus pulmões pediam por um pouco de ar, o corpo desistindo da luta e afundando aos poucos, uma queda para o infinito. Mas então eis que algo a segura e a impede de contemplar a face da jovem morte, junto de seus pais e seus irmãos. Ele a puxa para a superfície, tirando-a daquela imensidão escura e tempestuosa que era o mar. Suas roupas estavam molhadas, mas isso não lhe importava, apenas prestava atenção no rosto da garota que salvara momentos atrás. Ela estava a beira da morte, com hipotermia, desta forma deixando-o sem alternativas. E assim ele a fez imortal, dando-lhe o doce beijo da eternidade.
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Olá cupcakes, como foi o final de semana de vocês? Espero que tenha sido bom ^w^
Eu resgatei essa foto de 2014 pra postar esse desafio, porque queria muito postar alguma coisa, então ta aí.
Esse é um sonho compartilhado da Sabrine e do Klaus, de quando ele a salvou após o barco onde ela estava com sua família ter naufragado.
Eu acabei tendo que postar a descrição pelo celular porque como de costume os meus pais não me deram uma trégua, mas enfim, ta aí u-u
Uma boa noite para todos vocês, cupcakes da tia Marie ❤
De repente, sem mais aguentar a distância entre os dois, Nick tomou Layla em seus braços.
Nick: volta pra mim, Layla! *fala baixinho*
Layla: quem nunca se afastou, não precisa voltar, Nick.
Así de repente, sin previo aviso... el viento trajo esas nubes, comenzó a cubrir mi cielo, toda la luz que creía tener de repente comenzó a irse, los brillos en las cosas se transformaron en sombríos destellos que se van perdiendo en entre los tonos grises que dejaron aquellas nubes. Todos mis sueños se tornaron oscuros, sin colores y todo así, de repente y sin aviso.
“Então, de repente, sem pretender, respirou fundo e pensou que era bom viver. Mesmo que as partidas doessem, e que a cada dia fosse necessário adotar uma nova maneira de agir e de pensar, descobrindo-a inútil no dia seguinte - mesmo assim era bom viver. Não era fácil, nem agradável. Mas ainda assim era bom. Tinha quase certeza.”
— Caio Fernando Abreu.
Todos os direitos reservados ©
Se llamaba Carlos y era el hombre más guapo que había visto en su corta vida. Desde los 14 años, hasta sus actuales 24 no había dejado un solo día de quererle, de amarle intensamente, de pensar en él cada minuto de su vida.
Abría los ojos por la mañana, y el primer pensamiento del día era para él. ¡el más guapo!.
Eran vecinos. Carlos, que le llevaba 10 años, vivía dos pisos por debajo del suyo y ella, durante días, semanas, meses y años, se detenía en el descansillo, aguantaba la respiración, cerraba los ojos y confiaba con encontrárselo. Pero Carlos ni la miraba, saludaba con cortesía y cierta prisa, una niña de 14 años no es muy interesante para un joven de 24 años, con otros deseos y curiosidades.
Carlos, además, acabó sus estudios universitarios, se marchó al extranjero para hacer un Erasmus y en un frío país europeo se quedó durante casi diez largos años.
Solo venía en algún "puente", vacaciones, Navidades...y ella le veía a escondidas. Sin atreverse ni a saludarle. ¡Era tan, tan guapo!.
Durante años soñó con una cita, con un encuentro, en el que ella sería y se sentiría una gran mujer al lado de Carlos.
Una tarde de merendola de primos en casa de la abuela se escapó del comedor y se escondió en el cuarto de la abuela, en aquel armario donde cabían tres niños dentro y todos los tesoros de una familia. La abuela siempre tenía algo interesante en ese armario, desde una golosina a una vieja carta de amor, desde un pañuelo de seda natural a una vieja fotografía sepia. Cuentos, cuadernos de colorear y lápices, libritos de pasatiempos, radiografías de media familia y análisis. Invitaciones de Boda de todos y recordatorios de primera comunión de cada miembro de la familia. Era como una caja mágica y sin fondo.
De aquella incursión en el armario-mundo se llevó a hurtadillas un conjunto completo de antigua lencería, una camisola corta, algo parecido a un sujetador, pero sin goma ni elástico, todo cintas, eso que la abuelas llamaban sostenes y unas bragas como un pantaloncito, con goma en la cintura. Todo el conjunto era de un rosado y suave satén, con encajes delicados, cintas de seda y brillos satinados.
María escondió en su cuarto el conjunto, envuelto en suave papel de seda. Esperando diez años el momento de estrenarlo.
El momento llegó cuando María menos lo esperaba, un fin de semana algo tonto y aburridillo en el que se dio de narices en el portal con Carlos que, de repente ¡la vió!, ¡se dio cuenta de su existencia! Y admiró su bonita cara, su pelo revuelto, sus largas piernas y un cuerpo casi perfecto. Después de un cierto tonteo y blablablá en el descansillo, llegó la tan esperada invitación “¿Y si cenamos juntos?”.
A María le tiembla el cuerpo entero y los dedos que intentan ajustarse esa ropa interior al cuerpo, ese conjunto de rosa y suave satén que nunca antes se había probado y que observa que le queda algo grande…Y esas bragas "¿pues no tienen una goma?". Acostumbrada a elásticos y lycras, engancha esa cinturilla con un imperdible, y sale a la calle a comerse el mundo y a dejarse comer por Carlos, Para qué decir lo contrario, ese era realmente su sueño.
Cenan en un lugar de moda, todo resulta exquisito y la conversación muy amena, si bien María observa que solo hablan de Carlos, de su vida, su trabajo, su mundo, su casa europea, sus amigos, amores y romances, sus éxitos profesionales y deportivos , su, su, su , su PERFECCIÓN absoluta. Ni una pregunta sobre María, su vida, sus cosas, ni un mínimo esfuerzo por conocerla mejor.
Y María, que tanto había soñado con esta cita, se va desinflando, apagando, aburriendo y desencantando.
Carlos abona de manera ostentosa la cuenta, salen del restaurante, llueve en la calle, buscan un taxi para acercase a un local de moda, donde tomar una copa y bailar.
María nota primero un pinchazo en la cintura …”¡Dioss,el imperdible se ha abierto!” y después que esas bragas, esas bragas de suave y rosado satén, empiezan a caer y caer y caer, hasta acabar en el suelo. María, se deja caer como un resorte y con su falda, sobre el suelo de la acera mojada, tapa su hurto, su delito, su declaración de intenciones de una noche loca, aquellas enormes bragas de rosado y suave satén. Y rompe a reír. Sin parar.
Carlos no entiende nada, “¿Te has caído, estás bien?”…y María sin respuestas, solo sabe reír y reír y reír. No se la ve con intención de levantarse del suelo. Y Carlos, aturdido, que no sabe solventar una situación inesperada, se da media vuelta para buscar un taxi. Momento que María aprovecha para levantarse del mojado suelo, recoger rápidamente aquellas inmensas bragas de rosado y suave satén y, en una rápida maniobra, meterlas en el bolso.
Carlos ya no tiene ganas de local de moda, copas y baile. María, en el taxi, apretando junto a su pecho el bolso, del que salen trozos de un rosado y suave satén, no para de reír y reír y reír.
Carlos ni se molesta en acompañarla a su casa, dos pisos por encima de la suya. La escucha reír y reír y reír por el hueco de la escalera.
Nunca más llamará a María…ni falta que le hace.
María ha devuelto su rosado y satinado alijo al armario mundo de la abuela. Ya no los necesita, ni al rosado satén, ¡ni a Carlos!
Nota.- La historia es real, Carlos es real, María no soy yo, sino alguien de mi entorno. El armario-mundo de la abuela, es el de la mía. Cada vez que voy a su casa, y ella falleció hace casi treinta años, entro en silencio y a oscuras en su cuarto, abro el armario-mundo, y huelo, huelo, huelo a la abuela.
In two weeks time I will host a workshop in Central London explaining how I create images like this. There are still a few seats left, so contact me or check my site for details: dracorubio.com/pages/workshop