#Baches

[cerebrodigital]

Un estudiante universitario de México consiguió crear un pavimento a base de caucho que se regenera con la lluvia. Su invención se llama Paflec y fue premiada con el premio James Dyson.

[lapazdelmar]

Hay tanto…

Hay lugares donde el amor nunca ha estado

Hay orillas donde las gaviotas no van solas a morir

Y hay hondonadas en la arena de la playa donde existen pisadas de dolor y desconsuelo

Hay tanto…

[virtualnotmx]

🏡 CAPITAL | Más de 77 mil 500 baches tapados con la Campaña Capitalina Bacheando Puebla http://dlvr.it/TLZNsK 🔗

[notatrasnota]

Busca Cecilia Patrón tapar 200 mil baches previos de la temporada de lluvias.

-Informa la presidenta municipal que suman más de 55 kilómetros de calles repavimentadas a totalidad. -Mejorar la infraestructura vial es prioridad para la administración municipal. Mérida, Yuc 2 de abril .- En su compromiso por mejorar la infraestructura vial de Mérida, la Presidenta Municipal Cecilia Patrón Laviada anunció que se están realizando trabajos intensivos para reparar más de 200…

[rayacosta]

“Bachetón” en Edomex, unión de corrupción e ineptitud

El Estado de México no sólo es la entidad más poblada del país, sino que también se ha convertido en un laboratorio de lo que ocurre cuando la política se divorcia de las necesidades reales de la gente. Los baches —esos agujeros que devoran llantas, motores y hasta vidas— no son un fenómeno natural, sino el resultado de décadas de corrupción, ineficiencia y de una gestión pública que prioriza el…

[pachamama-radio]

Carretera Arequipa-Juliaca en pésimas condiciones: usuarios exigen acción inmediata

La carretera que une las regiones de Arequipa y Puno, a cargo de la concesionaria COVISUR, se encuentra en pésimas condiciones de transitabilidad, causando daños a los vehículos y pérdida de tiempo para los usuarios. Desde el distrito de Santa Lucía (Puno) hasta Imata (Arequipa), un tramo de aproximadamente 73 kilómetros presenta agujeros y baches, evidenciando un abandono total por parte de la empresa concesionaria.

A pesar de no realizar el mantenimiento correspondiente, COVISUR continúa cobrando peajes como si la carretera estuviera en óptimas condiciones. Los transportistas y usuarios exigen al Ministerio de Transportes y Comunicaciones que intervenga en este tramo crítico, ya que ninguna autoridad ha alzado la voz contra estos abusos y la falta de seguridad en la vía.

El Organismo Supervisor de la Inversión en Infraestructura de Transporte de Uso Público (OSITRAN), encargado de fiscalizar las concesiones, parece no mostrar interés en solucionar el problema. Los usuarios señalan que esta entidad solo cumple un papel de observador, sin aplicar sanciones a COVISUR por su negligencia. Ante esta situación, los afectados anunciaron medidas de protesta si no se atienden sus reclamos, incluyendo la suspensión inmediata del cobro de peajes.

Recientemente, una nevada y granizada en el sector de Lagunillas y Crucero Alto agravó la situación, dejando cientos de vehículos varados en ambos sentidos de la carretera. Los conductores tuvieron que esperar varias horas para continuar su ruta, ya que COVISUR no desplegó maquinaria pesada para limpiar la nieve y garantizar el tránsito vehicular.

Los usuarios y transportistas exigen una solución urgente a este problema, que no solo afecta la seguridad vial, sino también la economía de quienes dependen de esta ruta para sus actividades diarias. La falta de mantenimiento y la inacción de las autoridades han generado un malestar generalizado entre la población.

Finalmente, los afectados hicieron un llamado a las autoridades competentes para que tomen medidas inmediatas y exijan a COVISUR que cumpla con sus obligaciones. La carretera Arequipa-Puno es una vía clave para el transporte y el comercio entre ambas regiones, por lo que su mal estado representa un grave problema que debe ser atendido con urgencia.

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via https://pachamamaradio.org/carretera-arequipa-juliaca-en-pesimas-condiciones-usuarios-exigen-accion-inmediata/

[cielodivinopalabra]

Un bache en tu vida: una oportunidad para volver a Dios y experimentar la transformación

A lo largo de la vida, a veces enfrentamos momentos difíciles o "baches", que pueden parecernos duros o incluso injustos. Sin embargo, incluso cuando Dios nos habla con palabras severas o nos impone juicios, su propósito es siempre guiarnos hacia la felicidad y la salvación.

Cuando Dios proclama palabras difíciles o decide aplicar juicio, no lo hace para condenarnos, sino para ayudarnos a vivir una vida llena de bendiciones y gracia.

Sabemos que para caminar por el camino correcto, necesitamos disciplina y educación, pero en este mundo, las correcciones que recibimos de otros no siempre nos hacen felices, incluso pueden causarnos sufrimiento.

No obstante, cuando recibimos enseñanza a través de las palabras de Dios, encontramos una fuente verdadera de paz y dicha.

A veces, para que podamos comprender esta verdad, Dios puede hacernos enfrentar desafíos o transmitirnos advertencias severas.

Esto ocurre porque, si no seguimos Sus palabras, aunque no nos juzgue de manera directa, los desastres y dificultades naturalmente se acumularán en nuestra vida, llevándonos a un destino de sufrimiento.

En cambio, cuando seguimos Sus enseñanzas, las bendiciones fluyen sin necesidad de que Dios las otorgue explícitamente.

Este principio es tan cierto como las leyes de la naturaleza: el agua se evapora con el calor y se congela con el frío.

De igual forma, la obediencia a las palabras de Dios trae bendiciones, mientras que la desobediencia trae consecuencias negativas.

Dios, al conocer esta ley divina, nos ha dado Su palabra para que evitemos el sufrimiento y vivamos rodeados de Su gracia.

Con todo mi corazón, oro para que cada uno de ustedes reconozca el profundo amor de Dios, escuche con obediencia Su palabra y, así, viva una vida llena de gracia y felicidad.

IR AL ARTÍCULO ORIGINAL: RAPT blog 806 (15/01/2024)

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Los Canturosas Villarreal tienen en ruinas a Nuevo Laredo y pronto vendrá Claudia Sheinbaum

Por Anaconda Nuevo Laredo es una ciudad con una situación geográfica privilegiada al tener de vecino a Estados Unidos, uno de los países más poderosos del mundo, y con una economía fuerte. Esta gran ciudad fronteriza de Tamaulipas con alrededor de 500 mil habitantes se ha mantenido firme como la más importante de Latinoamérica por el tráfico terrestre diario de mercancías, con un sólido…

[dominiopublco]

Gobierno de Sheinbaum hará un ‘Bachetón’, para reparar carreteras federales del País

Según el proyecto de la Secretaría de Infraestructura, Comunicaciones y Transportes, se atenderían los problemas en los 44 mil kilómetros de carreteras Continue reading Gobierno de Sheinbaum hará un ‘Bachetón’, para reparar carreteras federales del País

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[prokopetz]

The 17th Century was a fun time for music because for a while there instrument makers just lost their fucking minds

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DEV PATEL in MONKEY MAN (2024)

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El Ayuntamiento redobla esfuerzos para atender reportes de baches

La Dirección de Obras Públicas trabaja para mantener y mejorar las vialidades de la ciudad. Mérida, Yuc 29 de jun.- El Ayuntamiento de Mérida redobla esfuerzos para mantener las vías de rodamiento sin desperfectos y la atención de los reportes ciudadanos de baches, porque en temporada de lluvias incrementan estos últimos, aseguró el alcalde Alejandro Ruz Castro. “Sabemos que no es una tarea…

[livvymd]

Starving for you. MDNI

you had barely made it through the door of your shared flat before his lips were on yours — all heat and hunger, like he had been holding back for hours on end. george backed you against the wall with a grunt, hands already roaming — face, shoulders, hips. going lower.

The makeout started messy. all teeth and tongues and breathless gasps. his lips we're fighting against yours like he'd been starving for days, and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. his hands fumbled with your waist once again, gripping like he needed to memorize the shape of you, like the thought of letting you go didn't exist. his tongue slid against yours with wet, desperate rhythm, slick and hot, tasting every inch of your mouth as if trying to drink you in.

he groaned low into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, like he couldn't stop it — like the feel of you set something primal off in him. his hips rocked forward without rhythm, grinding into you through layers of of denim and cotton, rough and needy, like his body was already on autopilot, seeking out friction with a kind of shameless hunger.

you tugged on his hoodie — not gently, but with a clenched fist and trembling fingers, dragging him closer like gravity had suddenly intensified between you. each blind step toward the couch was frantic and clumsy, but neither of you cared. you stumbled together, mouths still fused, teeth occasionally knocking, fingers slipping under clothes, craving more skin, more heat.

when you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, he didn’t hesitate — settling his weight over you, his thigh slotting between yours like it belonged there. he rocked against you slow, deliberate, dragging the thick muscle of his leg against the clothed slick heat between your thighs, the pressure maddening. every movement made your breath hitch, and he felt it — groaned low in his throat like it spurred him on.

but then he stilled — just slightly — pulling back only far enough to rest his forehead against yours. his breath came in harsh, uneven bursts, lips parted like he’d just run a marathon, pupils blown wide and dark with want.

“i need to eat you out,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desperation. “let me. please. i've been thinking about it all fucking day. i’m going insane.”

you blinked up at him, dazed and throbbing, your whole body lit up and tense with want. his words didn’t feel rehearsed — they hit you raw, straight from his chest, hot and honest and filthy in that way only george could be.

“you’re begging?” you managed, your voice thinner than usual, but sharp with disbelief.

“yeah,” he said, instantly — not an ounce of shame in him. his eyes were wild, feverish. “i’d get on my knees and pray to your cunt if you asked me to. just say yes. please. i'll take such good care of you. let me take care of you.”

it struck you like a lightning bolt — obscene, reverent, hungry. your breath caught. the air was thick, electric between you, and your throat worked as you swallowed. you nodded — barely, shakily — but it was all he needed.

he moved like he’d been released from chains. dropped between your legs with a groan, like gravity yanked him down and he didn’t dare resist. his hands found your leggings and underwear and tore them down in one urgent, ungraceful pull, his fingers shaking slightly with how fast he needed you bare.

you lifted your hips for him, every nerve ending on fire, and when he looked up — paused for just a second — his face was stricken with awe. his eyes drank you in like you were something sacred, a living altar he’d dreamt of kneeling before. his mouth parted slightly, lips pink and damp, and he just looked, breath catching like the sight alone had knocked it from him.

“fuck...” he whispered, breath ghosting over your skin, voice already wrecked beyond repair. “you’re so wet already.” his nose brushed the inside of your thigh as he inhaled, slow and unashamed, like he was savoring it. “did i do that? hust from kissing you?”

you smirked, lips parting to deliver something cocky — a tease, something smug and sharp — but then his tongue met you.

one long, deliberate stroke from base to clit, and everything inside you snapped. yhe breath tore out of your lungs like a gut-punch.

he moaned — deep, guttural, like the taste of you was everything he’d been craving and didn’t dare believe he’d actually get. it vibrated through you, the sound of him already lost in it, like he’d just been handed divinity. and the way his mouth moved... it wasn’t tender. it wasn’t gentle. It was delirious. worship, yes — but the kind done on bloodied knees, desperate and filthy and raw.

your hands flew to his hair before you even realized, fingers tangling in the mess of it, gripping like you needed something to hold onto. you tugged, hard — and he groaned, loud against you, into you, the sound half-lust, half-gratitude. he liked it. fuck, he loved it.

then his tongue flattened against your clit and dragged — slow at first, letting you feel every velvet inch of it — before speeding up, circling, then flicking with maddening precision. his rhythm was erratic in the way only a man obsessed could manage — too hungry to be calculated, too skilled to be clumsy. your thighs started to tremble, and he didn’t let up for a second.

“fuck, george — ”

you gasped his name like it was the only thing keeping you grounded, your hips already twitching beneath him.

he hummed in response, mouth still sealed to you — like he could speak through vibration alone, and the message was clear: don’t stop, don’t think, just fall apart for me.

two fingers slipped between your folds, slick and hot, teasing your entrance. he didn’t rush — just pushed in with devastating ease, the stretch making your back arch instantly. you could feel the smirk in the way he moaned, deep in his throat, shameless.

your hips rolled against his face on instinct — seeking more pressure, more friction, more everythi —

and then he lost it.

something in him snapped — maybe it was the sound you made, or the way your hips rolled, just barely out of his reach — and suddenly his hands were gripping your thighs with bruising intensity, dragging you flush to his mouth with a growl that sent a bolt of heat through your spine.

“yeah,” he rasped, voice gravelled and soaked in lust. "ride my face. fuck yourself on me. please.

your hips jolted, instinctive and hungry. “you want that?”

he looked up at you, eyes blown wide, pupils eclipsing the color, lips shiny and slick with you. he looked unholy like that — ruined and reverent at the same time.

“i want you to fucking use me,” he said, without hesitation. “sit on my face if you want — i’ll take it. i need it.”

that was all the permission you needed. you grabbed a cushion, heart hammering, limbs shaky, and repositioned yourself, straddling his chest as he laid back eagerly, the heat in his gaze dragging over your body like a touch. you climbed over him, one leg at a time, until your thighs framed his face and his hands were back on your hips, urgent and trembling.

the second you sank down, he moaned — loud — and his tongue was right there, sliding up into you like it had missed you, like the few seconds without your heat had been too long to bear.

and this time, you were in control.

you rocked against him, slow at first, drawing tight little circles with your hips, feeling everything — the deliberate drag of his tongue, the way he licked like he was starving, the way every moan vibrated through his mouth into your cunt. ge let you ride him, no resistance — just open-mouthed devotion, his nose nudging your clit with every grind, his jaw tilting to meet your rhythm like it was sacred choreography.

“mmmf — fuck, that’s it,” he slurred beneath you, almost delirious. “ride me, baby. take what you need.”

you looked down, and the sight nearly undid you. he was a mess — flushed to his ears, eyes fluttering half-shut, mouth open and wet, tongue straining out for more like he couldn’t breathe without you. his cheeks were streaked with your slick, his hair wild from your fingers, and he looked like he loved it — like this was all he ever wanted.

you didn’t let up.

you rode him — harder, faster, grinding down with reckless abandon, chasing your own release, and he took it. hands digging into your hips, pulling you down with every roll, sucking and licking like he was getting high off the taste of you. the wet sounds were obscene, echoing off the walls, filthy and slick and so fucking hot.

your thighs started to shake, muscles twitching. you were panting, incoherent, nails dragging through his hair, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

“george — oh my — i’m gonna cum — ”

he moaned into you, loud and shameless, tongue flattening and flicking with purpose. his hands held you tighter, grounding you to his face as you shattered — hips stuttering, back arching, mouth falling open on a wordless cry.

and he didn’t stop.

he licked you through it, even as your legs trembled and your body tried to twist away. he held you down like he needed to feel every last pulse of it against his mouth, every quake of your thighs, every twitch of your overstimulated cunt.

“sensitive — fuck, george — ”

but he didn’t care.

he was so pussy-drunk, lost in it, moaning and humming with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips wrapped around your clit like he could live there.

“can’t stop,” he mumbled into you, voice low and hoarse. “not done. gimme another. wanna feel you shake again.”

you cried out, hips jerking, your whole body molten and overstimulated and soaked, but he kept going — tongue flicking, circling, lips sucking, nose pressed against you with such greedy focus that you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to.

and then the second orgasm crashed into you — sharper, deeper — your vision blurred out in white static, your legs locked around his head, and you screamed, because it was too much and not enough and somehow perfect.

he groaned into you again, tongue relentless, lapping up every twitch, every drop, like he was starving for it. like he could keep doing this until you were ruined entirely.

and maybe he would have.

but eventually you collapsed to the side, boneless and gasping, your body too wrecked to keep going. he followed, lazy and content, chin glistening, lips red and swollen, eyes hazy with satisfaction.

you looked at him, your breath shaky, everything trembling, and whispered, “You good?”

he grinned, soft and ruined, and leaned in to kiss your thigh, slow and reverent.

“i’ve never been better.”

eventually, he peeled himself off the couch, muscles trembling slightly, face still slick and flushed with satisfaction. but instead of fully retreating, he shifted — crawling lazily toward you like a big, tired cat, and then collapsed again, this time with his head resting heavy on your thigh.

his cheek pressed into your skin, still warm and trembling beneath him, and he looked up at you — pupils still blown, hair a mess, lips swollen from everything he’d just done to you.

“can we go again?” he asked, voice low and hoarse, but somehow boyish too — as if he didn’t just worship your cunt like it was the only religion he believed in.

you blinked down at him, breath still uneven, your body barely pieced back together.

“oh my god, george.”

he grinned — lazy, unbothered, completely ruined and smug about it. one of his hands found your knee, fingertips dragging slow, absent minded circles against your skin.

“what?” he murmured, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your thigh, lips soft but still hungry. “uou taste too good. i wasn’t done. thought i could make you cum again. or five more times.”

you groaned, somewhere between flustered and turned on all over again.

his smile widened like he knew.

“say yes,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “i’ll be good. i'll be so good.”

you knew you were in for a long night.