#Emiliano Maggi

[bebemoon]

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[virtie333]

Paint It Black

Yovanna is starting a new life in Australia, but she would be happier if the man who helped her get there could share that life with her.

My first Triple Frontier fic, written in honor of the Netflix movie's 5th anniversary. It's just a simple love story, what I would have wished to see happen for Santiago and Yovanna.

@triplefrontier-anniversary

Rated NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Only!): Includes protected P in V and mirror sex.

Cross-posted on AO3

5.6k words (sorry, not sorry!)

Inspired by this gifset!

“Katia?”

It took almost two full seconds for Yovanna to respond to the teenage girl behind the counter; she was still not used to that name. Katia Hernàndez was who she was now, but despite living with that name for the last six months, she still had a hard time remembering to respond to it. She wondered if she would ever find it easy.

She turned toward the front of the delicatessen, where sixteen-year-old Maggie was looking at her expectantly, a plastic bag on the counter in front of her. The girl smiled when Yovanna looked her way, and Yovanna smiled back.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

Maggie giggled. “Yeah, my mind likes to wander a lot, too.”

Yovanna walked over to the counter to take the bag with her purchases. “Gracias,” she told the girl.

“De nada,” Maggie responded. “Is that right?”

Yovanna smiled. “Si, that’s one way to say ‘thank you’.”

A woman came up behind Maggie, grinning. “You know, she had no interest in learning a foreign language until you started shopping here,” Lauren said. Blonde like her daughter, Lauren Oggelby owned and operated Oggelby Deli, one of the few delicatessens in Kiama, New South Wales. Seeing as it was just down the street from the apartment Yovanna shared with her little brother Emiliano – Ezra now, she reminded herself – it was the only deli she had been to in this town. The straightforward friendliness of Lauren and Maggie made it feel comfortable and safe.

Safe was not something Yovanna was used to.

“I want to learn it so well I can have a full conversation with you in Spanish,” Maggie said, responding to her mother’s comment.

Yovanna nodded. “Well, from what I understand, it’s a lot easier to learn Spanish than English, so be glad you already know the hard one.”

Maggie laughed while Lauren nodded. “You speak it fluently,” she observed.

“My mother was raised in the United States,” Yovanna said, making sure she didn’t say where in the U.S. “I grew up speaking both Spanish and English.”

“I want to visit Guatemala someday,” Maggie said dreamily. “It sounds beautiful.”

Yovanna smiled again. “It is.” She shrugged. “I better get going. I’ll see you both later!” She didn’t dare speak any more about the country she was from, especially since it wasn’t Guatemala. The two women waved at her and said their goodbyes as Yovanna left the store. She slipped on her sunglasses and headed down the sidewalk, away from the beach which was only a quarter of a mile away to the east. She would probably end up there later today; she usually did. She loved the ocean, though she had rarely seen it before coming to Australia six months ago. She would be content to live next to the sea for the rest of her life.

She arrived at the gate to the small complex she lived in. At the moment, it was only temporary, as she hoped to find a nice house in the near future, but odds were good Emiliano would stay here. He had started on-line classes just a few weeks ago, and Yovanna knew he wanted to become more independent; they had been in each other’s pockets since they had arrived, and they were both ready to start living their own lives now that things seemed to be settled.

Kiama was a beautiful, quiet place, and Yovanna was ready to call it home.

Yovanna climbed to the second floor of the complex, then walked to the third door down. She unlocked it, then nearly ran into her brother as he was heading out. “Where are you off to?” she asked in Spanish.

“I’m going to Ted’s,” he told her in English. He was determined to fit in to his new home by rarely speaking his native language. He wanted to rid himself of any accent other than Australian. “Then I have a date with Margo tonight, so I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

Yovanna felt a tug of anxiety and tried to ignore it. Emiliano had been doing well since they had arrived to this new country with new names and forged documents. His short jaunt in jail in Colombia, and the terror of having been in the discotech in Tarapacà when it was raided and almost destroyed by police, had set him back on a safer course. Money was not an issue for them anymore, and drugs had fortunately not become an addiction before his arrest. Their arrest, actually. Only she had gotten away.

With the help of one of those ‘cops.’

“Well, have fun,” she responded, also in English. “But not too much fun. Make sure you use protection.”

She couldn’t help but smile as her little brother, who stood taller than her and was very much a mature young man, blushed. “I will,” he mumbled before heading past her out of the apartment.

Sighing, Yovanna took the bag into the kitchen and began to put away the meats and cheeses and spreads she had purchased, her mind drifting, as it often did, to the ‘cop’ who had helped her and her brother get here. She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Had he made it out of Colombia safely? Had he and his friends gotten all that money over the mountains? Was he now lazing on some beach somewhere, some beautiful blonde in a bikini feeding him cholados?

She shook her head, chastising herself. She needed to stop thinking about him. He most likely had forgotten about her. Hell, she didn’t even know his name!

She finished putting away her purchases and leaned back against the counter, remembering the last day she had seen him, when she and Emiliano had started their journey to Australia with three million dollars. She remembered the question his friend, another former soldier, had asked her. “After you had sex…” She scoffed. She wished that had been the case. For the almost thirteen months she had known ‘Consejero,’ he had never once done anything improper or propositioned her in any way. She had often wondered why, as other ‘officials’ she had known, American or otherwise, had never been shy about requesting sex in exchange for protection and secrecy.

And Lord knows if he had requested that of her, she would not have refused.

But he never did. Though there were times… no. She was fooling herself, thinking she had often read more in his gaze than was most likely there. That he cared about her. That he worried about her.

That he loved her.

She groaned out loud and pushed herself away from the counter, moving toward the refrigerator, intent on getting something cold to drink. Though the AC in the apartment worked wonderfully, thinking about Consejero always made her heat up. She needed to follow her brother’s example and find someone here. Goodness knows she had already been asked out by enough people since her arrival. It didn’t matter that she was always comparing them to him. And always found them lacking.

There was a sharp, sudden knock on the door and it made her jump. She shook her head at her own nervousness and moved toward the door, wondering if it was her brother. Maybe he had forgotten something. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, then stood in silent shock as she saw who was on the other side.

As if she had conjured him with her thoughts, Consejero himself was here.

XXXXX

Yovanna stared at the man standing outside her doorway, her eyes quickly assessing him, noticing the changes from the last time she had seen him. His hair was longer, the grey a little less pronounced in the thicker curls. He had the familiar 5-o’clock-shadow, but his face seemed narrower, his cheekbones more pronounced, as if he had lost weight. His broad shoulders also seemed sharper under his dark grey button down, and as her gaze trailed down his body to his khaki cargo pants, she realized he was indeed skinny. Too skinny.

She brought her eyes back up to meet his. Chocolate brown and as intense as always, this was something that hadn’t changed. She opened her mouth to speak, but the shock of his appearance kept her silent.

“Hello, Yovanna,” he said softly, his heavy brows low as he watched her carefully.

“Katia,” she said automatically in reply.

He huffed slightly and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Katia.” He took a deep breath, then shook his head. “If you want me to leave and pretend I never saw you-“

“No!” she interrupted him. She stepped back. “Come in, please?”

He did as she asked, walking past her toward her living room. His cologne, subtle and alluring, caught her attention. That also hadn’t changed, she thought as she closed her eyes and breathed deep. Delicious. She opened her eyes and closed the door, locking it immediately as she had become accustomed to. She turned and followed him into the living room.

He turned to face her, his expression uncertain. “Where’s Duke?”

She rolled her eyes at her brother’s nickname. “Ezra is with friends.”

“He’s doing well?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She paused, and when he didn’t continue, she rushed ahead. “What are you doing here?” She didn’t bother asking how he had found her; he had been the one to have the fake passports and documents made. He knew more about her new persona than she did. The question that she needed answered was why he was here.

He bit his lip, and she tried not to think about what that action did to her physically, then he met her eyes with his own. There was a strange desolation in them, a sadness she didn’t remember seeing in his eyes before. She had witnessed him angry and concerned, and she had seen those eyes light up with laughter, but never had she seen him like this.

“What happened?” she whispered, knowing it wasn’t good.

He gave a heavy sigh and moved to sit down on one of the stools that sat along the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. “Everything wrong,” he told her.

“You didn’t get the money out, did you?” she asked softly.

He shook his head. “Not much.”

“Did everyone make it?” she whispered, instinctively knowing that while losing all that money would be devastating, losing one of his friends would be worse.

His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as he looked away from her, then he gave a sharp shake of his head. “Redfly didn’t,” he mumbled.

“Redfly?” she said. She hadn’t known the men he had brought to take down Lorea, but he had told her that she could trust them. That he trusted them with his life. And she had overheard them talking with each other. “He was the one that didn’t trust me, wasn’t he?”

He gave another sharp nod, then looked at her. “And I’m not going to deny how pleased I was to prove him wrong about you,” he said softly. “But he was off his game. We all were.”

“I’m sorry,” Yovanna said softly, and she meant it. While she might not have had a good experience with the man, he was still this man’s friend. And she cared about this man. Too much.

He shrugged. “What money we got out, we gave to his family,” he continued. “I’ve just been… wandering since. Can’t go back to Colombia. Can’t go back to the States.”

She nodded. “Diego and his men know your real name,” she said. And they had plenty of contacts in the States. She huffed a laugh. “So, you came to the one person you know who actually benefitted from your heist.”

He furrowed his brows for a moment, then his eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. “Oh, no! That’s not why I’m here,” he argued. “I may not be a millionaire, but I’ve still got plenty of my own money from investments keeping me afloat. I…”

She laughed at his defensiveness and moved to the refrigerator in the kitchen. Opening it, she pulled out a couple bottles of Schweppes lemonade and handed one to him. “It doesn’t matter,” she told him, trying to believe it herself. The idea that he had come for her and just her was too much to hope for. “It’s not like Emiliano… I mean Ezra and I are going to need all that money. It started out as yours, and you are welcome to a share.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s yours. I don’t care if you keep the majority in hiding or invest it or give it all away to charity, it’s yours.” His dark eyes were focused on her intently once more. “I came here because I missed you.”

Yovanna sat on the stool next to him, but couldn’t look at him. Instead, she focused on opening the bottle in her hand.

He continued. “I missed talking to you. I missed complaining about all those little things that annoy me to you, and getting your sympathy. You were the only person I really trusted in Tarapacà, dare I say my only friend there?” He paused, waiting for her to look at him. “I missed your smile. Your laugh. The way you glared at me when I teased you.”

She finally looked at him, searching his face, but she saw no duplicity there. Despite their official relationship, she believed he had never lied to her. And she had never lied to him, which is why he had been so angry with her after the discotech raid. “I wasn’t like any of your other informants, was I?” she asked, and she couldn’t help the bit of sarcasm in her voice.

Either he didn’t pick up on it or he chose to ignore it. “No, you weren’t. And you were my only one in the end. The only one I trusted.”

Yovanna took a sip of her drink, then shook her head again. “I always wondered why you treated me different,” she told him. “Carmen and Lucia had much different relations with you.” Carmen was one of the secretaries in the office she had worked at, the one where most of Lorea’s money was funneled through. And Lucia was her friend who worked as a housekeeper for several of Lorea’s men in Tarapacà. It was through them that this man had found her, a lowly accountant, who knew far more about the coming and going of all that dirty money than most of her coworkers.

He seemed to pull back at her words, knowing now what she was getting at. Carmen and Lucia had both commented more than once that he ‘paid them well,’ both in and out of bed.

He watched her silently for a long moment. “You’re wondering why I didn’t fuck you, aren’t you?”

She felt her face heat, which was crazy. Yovanna wasn’t an innocent, though it had been a very long time since she had been in a relationship with a man. Since before she met this one, in fact. She tried to shake her head to deny his question, but she couldn’t.

“There’s two very good reasons why I never asked you for that kind of arrangement,” he told her, his voice hardening. “One was that I knew you weren’t that kind of woman. Lucia and Carmen both used sex to control the men in their lives on a regular basis. It was an exchange as easy as money to them. I knew you were different.” He took a deep breath. “And two… I knew I could love you.”

Yovanna’s eyes shot up to his face. Had she heard him right? Had he actually used the word love? She was literally speechless at his comment, but as she searched his face, she once more found no evidence of deceit. If anything, he looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure he should have admitted something so dangerous.

When her silence continued, he grimaced and nodded. Setting the unopened bottle of lemonade on the counter, he stood. “I just wanted to be sure you and your brother were doing okay. It looks like you found a perfect home, and I hope you are happy here. I don’t want to upset that peace. Goodbye, Yovanna.” He paused and smiled slightly. “I mean Katia.” He nodded and turned toward her door.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said, hating how desperate her voice sounded.

He stopped and turned back as he reached the door. “Santiago,” he told her. “Santiago Garcia.”

She slid off the stool and walked quickly toward him. “Don’t go, Santiago. Please, don’t leave.”

“Give me a reason to stay,” he responded, his voice rough.

She reached for his hand, taking it in both of hers and rubbing his calloused palm gently. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed his rough knuckles, then looked him in the eye. Slowly, deliberately, she turned and tugged on his hand, coaxing him to follow her to her bedroom.

He didn’t resist.

XXXXX

Santiago.

The name rolled around in her head like the lyrics to a favorite song. Santiago. It was perfect for him. It was strong and masculine, but caring and empathetic, like the stories of the saints she learned as a child. Santiago.

As soon as the door to her bedroom closed behind them, he had her pinned to the wall, her arms up with their fingers entwined, his mouth on hers. She reciprocated by writhing against him, meeting his tongue with her own in a sensuous dance. As his lips dropped to her neck, she pulled her hands free, reaching down to work on the buttons of his shirt. He responded by grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She stepped away from him a bit so she could toe off her shoes and he moved to sit on the corner of her bed so he could remove his boots.

She followed him there, bending over to work on his shirt once more. He tried kissing her while they both worked, missing her mouth and connecting with her cheek or her ear over and over again until she was giggling. When she looked at him, the crow’s feet around his eyes grew as his smile widened. The darkness in his eyes had faded.

She straightened and reached behind her for the clasp of her bra, slowly letting it slide down her arms. His eyes became intense once more as he watched her, slowly taking off his now unbuttoned shirt. As he focused on her bare breasts, she ran her eyes over his chest. While he had indeed lost weight in the last few months, he was still beautiful. Muscled without looking like a body builder, his copper skin tantalizing. His chest was hairless, but the trail of hair that began under his navel and disappeared under his waistband was alluring.

“Wait!” he said suddenly, and she brought her eyes up to meet his. “I seriously wasn’t expecting this,” he told her with a slight shake of his head, his eyes huge. “I don’t have protection.”

Yovanna smiled slightly and walked over to the dresser next to the bed. She opened the top drawer and pulled out an unopened box of condoms, then brought them back to Santiago. “I bought them for my brother, but he assured me he had his own.” She tossed the box onto the bed next to him.

He looked at them, then looked at her, and the excitement she saw in his eyes sent a shot of electricity through her. He began to unbuckle his belt, and she started to work on the fly of her lightweight trousers, quickly sliding them off as he stood and removed his, boxers and all. He stepped into her before she could get a good look at his impressive erection, wrapping his arms tight around her and finding her mouth with his own once more. She let herself sink into his kiss, feeling her whole body shiver at the feel of his naked skin against hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her hands sweep along his shoulders and the back of his neck. Her fingers found the scar there, and she gently massaged the area. She knew he had gotten surgery on his neck only a few months before the heist had taken place; he had returned home to the States for it, and she had missed him while he had been gone. His mouth once more dropped down to her neck, but then she felt him still. She pulled back slightly to look at him, and realized he was looking behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see what had caught his attention away from her.

It was their own reflection in the floor length mirror on her closet door. She felt her heart start to race as she watched his hands smooth down her naked back, cupping her almost-bare bottom; she was still wearing a pair of teal-colored panties.

Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around with a growl deep in his throat. As she faced their reflection, she caught sight of his cock, which looked even more massive than before now that he was fully aroused, and then she felt it pressed against the upper curve of her buttocks. His arms came around her once more, one hand cupping her breast and squeezing it lightly, the other dropping down between her legs, his fingers delving into her panties to burrow into her wet heat. She cried out, both the feel of him and the sight of them in the mirror shooting her arousal into orbit.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured roughly against her neck, his fingers playing with her sensitive folds. “So fucking wet for me.”

His words made her whimper, and she rocked her hips against his touch.

“Look at me!” His words were harsh and made her jump. She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them to look at him in the mirror, making eye contact through their reflection. “Tell me you want this!” he demanded. “Tell me now or I walk out of here.”

And he would, she knew. He would stop if she didn’t give him the okay. This man, a trained killer, would leave her alone if she asked, even as fully aroused as he was right now. Holding his powerful gaze, she nodded. “I want this.”

He brought his hand out from between her legs and plucked at her panties. “Off!” he told her as he backed toward the bed, grabbing the box she had put there and ripping it open. She slid her panties off as he removed a condom, preparing it and sliding it on. She had turned to watch him and didn’t hide that fact. ¡Dios mío! He was thick! She felt her pussy weep even more fluid at the thought of him inside of her. He finished and stepped toward her again. Briefly he made eye contact once more before grasping her shoulders and turning her away from him again. He pushed her forward gently, toward the mirror.

She realized what he was doing and she began to pant in excitement. When she was close, she leaned forward, her hands on the mirror. She looked up to see him move behind her and grasp her hip with one hand. She felt his cock come up between her legs, but he didn’t push in. Instead, he used his other hand to run it all over her dripping pussy, covering the condom with her juices. She moaned at the sensation, her hips moving counter to his actions. “¡Dios!” she cried, feeling an orgasm already threatening.

“Hermosa?” His throaty gasp caught her attention, and she looked up again, meeting his questioning gaze in the mirror.

She nodded quickly. “¡Ahora!”

Without any resistance, he slid into her. She cried out, smiling at the absolute pleasure his invasion brought her. “Yes!” she cried out in English.

“Fuck!” he responded. “You’re so tight! Please, tell me I’m not hurting you!” His voice was desperate.

“Santiago,” she said, her voice breathy as she continued to pant. “Santiago, please, fuck me!”

And he did, his hips immediately thrusting into her at a steady and solid pace. She dropped her head, unable to keep on watching their reflection in front of her, her sole focus on the feelings his body was creating in hers. She was so full, but she wanted more. She pushed back into him, encouraging him without words to move faster. He responded by quickening his pace, but he grumbled at her as he did so. “I’m trying to take this slow, Querida.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “I don’t want slow. We can go slow next time!”

“Fuck, yeah!” he said, his grip on her hips tightening. “Next time!” He began to pound into her harshly, and she laughed again in pure joy. Yes!!!!

“Oh, Dios!” she cried. She was almost there!

Suddenly, he dropped one of his hands down, reaching around in front of her to tease her clit. “Come on my fucking cock!” he hissed in her ear.

His touch combined with his words sent her over the edge and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her body convulse, her pussy squeezing him tight, her legs tremoring. She saw stars. Or maybe they were fireflies. She wasn’t sure and she really didn’t care. She was crying, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks. Her legs began to give out and Santiago moved his arm up to wrap around her waist, holding her tight against him.

When she was able to focus again, she realized he wasn’t moving. His cock was still buried deep inside her, but he was simply holding her. She looked up at him in the mirror, afraid and embarrassed of her reaction. He was smiling softly at her, his eyes wide and almost black with passion and… dare she think it? Love?

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

She gathered her strength and straightened her legs, standing on her own again. His grip loosened, then he let her go completely and backed away, sliding out of her.

“No!” she couldn’t help but gasp. He wasn’t done. Just because she had had the most amazing orgasm of her life didn’t mean they were done!

His smile got bigger as he took her hand and led her toward the bed.

He sat on it and pushed himself back, laying down with his head on her pillows. His smile had turned into a smirk. “Come on, Cariño. You know what I want you to do.”

Yovanna climbed onto the bed on her knees and shuffled over to him. She threw one leg over his hips and settled on his thighs, his still rock-hard cock in front of her, teasing her super sensitive clit. Taking a deep breath, she rose up on her knees and grabbed his cock, then carefully mounted him. She was still so wet, he slid in easily, and she closed her eyes as she absorbed the feeling of him filling her once again, this time touching places he hadn’t in their previous position.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “Perfect.”

She opened her eyes to see him looking to where they were joined. She also looked down, rather amazed that she could take him all, then she looked back at him. He was watching her now, and as she made eye contact with him, he lifted his hands toward her, fingers outstretched, in invitation.

She accepted, meeting his hands with her own, palm to palm, fingers intertwined once more. She began to rock, back and forth, with her hips. She leaned down to kiss him, bringing their joined hands up to rest just above his head on the pillow. He moaned into her mouth, letting her take control this time around, and apparently loving it. Eventually, they let go of each other so they could take their time touching each other. Yovanna played with his hair, running her fingers through it as she had imagined doing so many times before. Santiago let his fingers toy with her breasts, thumbing her nipples, then massaging her curves. They never stopped kissing.

As her rocking became faster, his hands moved down her back to her buttocks, the tips of his finger straying down to where they were joined, then up to tease her asshole briefly, making her squeal in surprise. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, she realized, just nothing she had tried before. Interesting. She pushed herself up straight once more, using her strong thighs to push herself up and down on him now. He also sat up, diving in to lick and suck on first her breasts, then her neck. He found her pulse point and began to suck hard; she knew he was marking her and didn’t care. Her bouncing increased in speed and his grip on her ass tightened.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore,” he groaned.

“Don’t!” she told him. “Let go! Come for me!”

She felt his hips raise up off the bed as he ejaculated, finally coming. Dios, his stamina was amazing! As he let himself fall back onto the bed, Yovanna felt her own body start to tremble once more. This orgasm wasn’t as strong as her first, but it was no less satisfying. Breathing hard, she let herself fall forward and a little to the side, letting him slide out of her. He winced, then sat up to take care of the condom, tossing it in the waste basket next to the dresser. Then he fell back onto the bed, looking at her, a soft smile on his face.

She scooted close to him, tentatively putting her head on his shoulder, not sure how he felt about post-coital cuddling, but his arm wrapped around her immediately and he began to kiss her hair. They lay like this for a long time, letting their breathing and their hearts come back to normal. Yovanna became sleepy, but her brain soon started working overtime, and she was wide awake once more.

“Where are you staying?” she asked him.

“A little bed and breakfast on the other side of town,” he told her.

“You’re welcome to stay here,” she said softly.

“For how long?”

She lifted her head to look at him. “For however long you want.”

“With you?”

She shrugged. “Well, for a while. I’m planning on buying a house of my own, soon, but Emi—I mean Ezra, will probably stay here. So,” she gave him a teasing smile. “You can be roommates with him, or you can come live with me.”

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d love if I stayed with him,” he said sarcastically.

“Then stay with me,” she told him, her voice soft but firm. “As long as you want.”

He was silent for a moment. “I know where the money is.”

She frowned at him.

He licked his lips. “Ironhead gave me the coordinates where we dumped it. In the mountains.” He was looking at her expectantly.

“How dangerous would it be to go back for it?” she asked carefully.

“Very,” he told her. “Not just because there are still people looking for it, but because the location it’s in is… treacherous.”

She bolstered herself for her next question. “And how much do you want it?”

He took a deep breath and pulled away from her. He slid off the bed and looked around until he found where his trousers had ended up, then he went over to them and pulled his wallet out from the back pocket. He opened it and took out a slip of paper. He dropped the pants and walked back over to where she was still lying on the bed, leaning on her elbow, her head propped on her hand as she watched him. He showed her the paper and she could see the coordinates on it. Then he reached for the long-stemmed lighter that sat on the dresser next to one of her scented candles. He lit it, then touched it to the paper, setting it on fire. He held onto it while most of it burned, then placed it on the candle, the remaining flame lighting the candle as it burned the last of the paper. He looked at her.

She gave him a half smile. “That’s a beautiful gesture,” she told him. “But do you really expect me to believe you don’t already have those numbers saved in your phone? Or even memorized in your head?”

He laughed. “Oh, come on! Let me have this dramatic moment!”

She laughed along with him, but soon he became serious once more.

“Give me a reason to not go back for that money,” he told her, the darkness from earlier appearing in his eyes once more.

She looked at him for a long moment. Then, in a trembling voice, she said, “I love you.”

His expression softened and his mouth opened as if he was stunned. He blinked rapidly, and Yovanna felt tears forming in her own eyes in response to his obvious emotion. He cleared his throat and bit his lower lip, but didn’t seem to know what to say. So, she sat up and continued.

“Stay here with me,” she told him. “Start a new life with me, away from pain and fear and anxiety.” She paused. “You’ve done more than enough, dealing with demons both real and in your mind. Let your body and your soul rest the way you deserve.” As his expression turned hopeful, she added, “Let me love you while we take care of each other.”

Slowly, he moved to lie next to her on the bed once more. “Forever?” he asked, his expression still full of such hope.

“Forever,” she told him.

“I love you, Yov—Katia,” he smiled softly as he corrected himself.

“And I love you, Santiago.”

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

Forever.

THE END

[cosmicanger]

Emiliano Maggi, Celestial Bloom (with butterfly crown), 2023, unglazed ceramic, pigment and bronze, 95 x 50 x 50 cm.

[dalt0nyc0]

Facts about Sr. Ávila characters that are known from Season One of the show:

Maria is 40

Roberto is at least 40 revealed by the Priest

Maria likes to garden and has roses she takes care of. There are also plants all over the Ávila household.

Roberto likes to do puzzles and has a shed in the backyard where he does them.

In the Ávila household on their fridge, there is a Pumbaa magnet from the movie The Lion King confirming that the movie exists in the world and Emiliano liked it as a kid or someone in the family did enough for there to be a magnet of him on the fridge.

Emiliano plays the guitar and claims Roberto isn’t supportive of him.

Emiliano is 17.

Ismael is 18.

Roberto has a scar on his right hand from getting shot by his old police partner

Roberto was a former police officer

Roberto likes ice cream

Ivan likes ice cream and his favorite flavor is Rum Raisin 

Maria had postpartum depression after she gave birth to Emiliano

Ybarra is Emiliano’s Godfather 

Brad Pitt canonically exists in the universe 

The show starts in Spring 

Ismael and Maria both have birthdays in the spring 

Roberto and Maria were married on August 11th.

Ana’s phone is orange, Ivan’s red, and Roberto’s silver.

Maria has a sister

Maria’s sister is named Alice.

Emiliano doesn’t remember what Alice looks like.

Roberto makes Maria special sandwiches after sex.

The main ingredient of the sandwiches is butter.

Ismael was 4 when Roberto killed his father/

Roberto doesn’t like “shrinks” and is very hostile to the concept of seeing a therapist.

Roberto smokes weed and cigarettes

Emiliano smokes weed and cigarettes too

Roberto's father was shot in the leg and is no longer able-bodied.

Roberto and Maggie started their affair at least 6 months ago.

Ivan has insomnia

Roberto never talks to strangers

Roberto doesn't have any social media

Facebook is a canon social media in the universe

Roberto suffers from PTSD from being in the police force.

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Agenda Cultural - Miércoles 05/06 al 12/06 - 2024

Recomendación 1

Ford en imágenes 

En esta muestra colaborativa, artistas, periodistas, investigadores y trabajadores de la fábrica se unen para explorar el juicio de lesa humanidad relacionado con la causa Ford. A través de dibujos, proyecciones, mapas, banderas, pañuelos, publicidad y flyers, la exposición busca arrojar luz sobre la complicidad civil durante la última Dictadura Militar. Bajo la curaduría de Juan Pablo Pérez, se pretende generar conciencia y reflexión sobre este oscuro capítulo de la historia argentina.

Cuando:

De lunes a viernes de 12 a 20, sábados y domingos de 14 a 22, 

Donde: En el Centro Cultural de la Cooperación, 

Av. Corrientes 1543.

Gratis.

Recomendación 2

Macedonio 

Continúa presentándose el espectáculo de Enrique Papatino, con dirección de Enrique Dacal. Lejos de toda intención biográfica, la obra ha elegido recrear el aroma inaudito de ese posible Macedonio oral, del que hablaba Borges. Un sujeto escénico magistral, que escribe, pero se niega a publicar. En el espectáculo, la propuesta de editar sus papeles vendrá de la mano de un joven colega. A poco de andar el encuentro, la pertinacia del joven despierta en el escritor reacciones que nos llevan a sospechar otros vacíos, sobre los que echará luz la mediación de una casera. Con Jorge Capussotti, Marcelo Sánchez y Beatriz Dos Santos.

Cuando: ViernesA las 20, en el Teatro Payró, 

Donde: San Martín 766.

Entrada: $8000. 

Recomendación 3

La función de la utopía 

Se realiza la visita guiada especial por una muestra que propone un encuentro de artistas contemporáneos de Tucumán, con curaduría de Cecilia Quinteros Macció. Con obras de grandes referentes de la historia del arte de nuestro país como Antonio Berni, Lino E. Spilimbergo, Carlos Alonso, Eduardo Audivert, Marcia Schvartz, Luis Felipe Noé, Josefina Robirosa así como artistas tucumanos de distintas épocas como Osorio Luque, Demetrio Iramain, Gabriel Chaile, entre otros y las de artistas contemporáneos de Tucumán: Eugenia Correa, Sandro Pereira, Carlos Alcalde, Alfredo Frias, Valeria Maggi, Nelson Velardez Lai, Ruido, Lautaro Sotelo, Maria Rosa Mamana y Emiliano D´Amato Mateo.

A las 17, en el Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de La Boca, Av. Almirante Brown 1031. Gratis.

Recomendación 4

Ezquiaga + Wittner 

Comienza un nuevo ciclo de encuentros para disfrutar de piezas literarias y musicales en el Salón de Honor del Centro Cultural Kirchner. Bajo el título Resonar de melodías, escritores y músicos compartirán sus creaciones a través de un diálogo artístico. En la primera fecha, la cantante María Ezquiaga y la escritora Laura Wittner, que vienen haciendo estos cruces desde hace años, entrelazan canciones y poesías, en una variedad de recorridos elegidos para evocar un paisaje emocional. María recorrerá temas de su disco solista Interacción, creaciones de Rosal y algunos inéditos.

Cuando: Sábado 8 a las 18 hs

Centro Cultural Kirchner, Sarmiento 151. 

Gratis.

Textos - Gacetillas de Prensa

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Antonio Velardo shares: Trump quería lanzar misiles a México. El Partido Republicano habla de enviar tropas by Jonathan Swan, Maggie Haberman, Charlie Savage and Emiliano Rodríguez Mega

By Jonathan Swan, Maggie Haberman, Charlie Savage and Emiliano Rodríguez Mega La idea republicana de usar la fuerza militar en México contra los cárteles de la droga comenzó como una fantasía de Donald Trump en el Despacho Oval. El expresidente busca hacerla realidad en 2025. Published: October 3, 2023 at 02:49PM from NYT En español https://ift.tt/N0h6oOc via IFTTT

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Gran Premio Nuvolari 2023 a Mantova

Manca poco alla partenza del Gran Premio Nuvolari 2023, in programma dal 14 al 17 settembre, che prenderà il via dal centro di Mantova, come omaggio alla leggenda del volante Tazio Nuvolari, icona senza tempo per tutti gli appassionati di motori. La storia di questa gara comincia con la morte di Nuvolari, l'11 agosto 1953, che commosse particolarmente Renzo Castagneto, Aymo Maggi e Giovanni Canestrini, ideatori, con Franco Mazzotti,  della Mille Miglia, i quali erano legati al campione da una profonda stima. Per onorarne la memoria decisero di modificare il percorso della corsa più bella del mondo"facendolo transitare da Mantova e nacque così il Gran Premio Nuvolari, che venne istituito da allora e si è disputato dal 1954 al 1957. Alle edizioni storiche sono seguite, poi, a partire dal 1991 a oggi ben trentadue rievocazioni. Per la manifestazione del 2023, la città dei Gonzaga si appresta ad accogliere 275 equipaggi, che  si sfideranno in un percorso di 1.130 km che attraversa Lombardia, Emilia-Romagna, Marche, Toscana e Umbria. Parteciperanno 49 case automobilistiche, dalle italiane Alfa Romeo, Ferrari, Fiat, Lancia e Maserati alle inglesi Jaguar, Aston Martin, Bentley e Triumph, dalle tedesche Mercedes, BMW e Porsche alle francesi firmate Ettore Bugatti. Al Gran Premio Nuvolari per regolamento sono ammesse le vetture costruite tra il 1919 il 1976 e saranno più di 100 i modelli anteguerra (1932-1939), accompagnati da numerose auto degli anni Cinquanta, oltre a una rappresentanza di 35 Gran Turismo prodotte dal 1991 al 2023, che  prenderanno parte al nuovo Campionato italiano grandi eventi di regolarità moderna. Una delle novità dell'edizione 2023 riguarda le verifiche pre-gara di giovedì 14 settembre, che per la prima volta si terranno presso il Palazzo della Ragione in piazza delle Erbe, mentre quelle tecniche si svolgeranno in piazza Sordello. Seguirà il prologo serale attraverso le strade di Mantova, lungo un percorso di circa 14 km e venerdì 15 settembre le auto partiranno da piazza Sordello, cuore della città di Tazio, per raggiungere l'autodromo di Modena attraversando la Pianura Padana. Dopo una sosta per il pranzo, le auto si dirigeranno verso le colline emiliano-romagnole, con arrivo a Cesenatico. Il giorno successivo, sabato 16 settembre, si snoderà lungo un tracciato inedito che da Rimini conduce verso le Marche, l’Umbria e la Toscana, con passerelle attraverso piazza Duomo ad Arezzo e piazza del Campo a Siena prima di percorrere le strade del Chianti. Nel pomeriggio ci saranno prove cronometrate a Pieve Santo Stefano, verso il passo di Viamaggio, e nella Repubblica di San Marino con l’arrivo a Rimini, dove si chiuderà la giornata con il gala dinner in onore di Tazio Nuvolari nella cornice del Grand Hotel. Domenica la carovana tornerà verso Mantova, dove i pilori affronteranno le ultime sfide, le prove cronometrate di Meldola, passando poi da Faenza, ospiti della Scuderia di Formula 1 Alpha Tauri, e solcando il circuito dell'Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari di Imola e, dopo aver attraversato piazza Ariostea, a Ferrara, ci saranno i controlli a timbro di Conselice, Argenta, Poggio Rusco e Revere, che precedono l'arrivo a Mantova. Read the full article

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June 10 ZODIAC

They are amiable individuals, who endeavor to plan and communicate their perspectives and impact the climate. Hence, they ought to track down somebody close by. They frequently go through the world with their satisfaction. They like to be perceived and might want to be decided on their keenness. Since they are to be sure insightful, with exceptional knowledge and understanding. They have a decent memory and learn everything without any problem. Because of their extraordinary tirelessness, flexible abilities, and persuasiveness, they can make a lifelong in any calling. They are particularly capable in a wide range of exchange. Nonetheless, they frequently change their calling as they are uncertain and reluctant. Their shortcoming is too minimal self-assurance, which could hurt them. They frequently act and think in an unexpected way, being saved and shrewd. They are very exotic commonly, with a liking for religion and mystery. They put stock in dreams and dreams, they have an interest in the profound life and they are entranced with everything uncommon and unusual. Be that as it may, researchers appreciate studies and frequently go into collaboration with researchers. The incredible companions of the present birthday are persuasive individuals. His life is loaded with work, generally delegated with progress. They have a very great job and they get perceived. What would it be a good idea for them to look out for? Try not to let your interest with the abnormal lead you down risky ways. June 10 ZODIAC 

 Assuming your birthday is June 10, your zodiac sign is Gemini June 10 - character and character character: energetic, unbendable, valiant, abnormal, furious, wary; calling: pilot, servant, entertainer/entertainer; colors: orange, olive, white; stone: beryl; creature: crow; plant: Snapdragon; fortunate numbers: 7,9,12,22,38,39 very fortunate number: 29 Occasions and observances - June 10 Portugal: Portugal, Camoes and Portuguese People group Day. Argentina: Day of the Assertion of Argentine Privileges over the Malvinas, Islands and Antarctic Area. Worldwide Heraldry Day. June 10 VIP birthday celebrations. Who was conceived that very day as you? 1903: Theo Lingen, German entertainer and chief (d. 1978). 1904: Luis Moya Blanco, Spanish engineer and scholarly. 1904 - Frederick Loewe, American arranger. 1905: Juan Rof Carballo, Spanish specialist and author (d. 1994). 1908: Robert Cummings, American film and TV entertainer (d. December 2, 1990), 1910: Julie Haydon, American entertainer (d. 1994). 1910: Howlin 'Wolf, American blues performer. 1915: Saul Howl, Canadian author, Nobel Prize for Writing in 1976. 1917: Luis Ramirez Saldarriaga, Colombian vocalist of well known music. 1920: Josდ© Manuel Castanდ³n, Spanish writer. 1921: Felipe Mountbatten, English blue-blood. 1921: Jean Robic, French cyclist. 1922: Judy Wreath, American vocalist and entertainer (d. 1969). 1923: Philippe Pinchemel, French geographer (d. 2008). 1927: Ladislao Kubala, Spanish footballer of Hungarian beginning (f. 2002). 1927: Diana Maggi, Argentine entertainer. 1927: Karl-Heinz Adler, German stone carver and calculated craftsman. 1928: Maurice Sendak, American essayist and illustrator. 1929: Edward Osborne Wilson, American scholar. 1931: Joao Gilberto, Brazilian artist lyricist and guitarist. 1932: Irma Roy, Argentine entertainer. 1934: Emiliano Rodrდ­guez, Spanish ball player. 1935 - Vic Elford, English engine hustling driver. 1936: Tito Lectoure, Argentine money manager (d. 2002). 1937: Manuel Vicent, Spanish essayist and writer. 1938: Violetta Manors, Clean soprano (d. 2011). 1939: John Joseph Bossano, Boss Pastor of Gibraltar (1988-1996). 1941: Josდ© Antonio Ardanza, Spanish lawmaker. 1941: Graciela Borges, Argentine entertainer. 1943: Zamba Quipildor, Argentine society vocalist. 1944: Yona Wallach, Israeli writer (d. 1985). 1949: Frankie Faison, American entertainer. 1953: Andrდ©s Trapiello, Spanish writer. 1953: John Edwards, American lawmaker. 1954: Jorge Marshall Rivera, Chilean business analyst. 1958: Alfredo Adame, entertainer and Mexican TV moderator. 1958: G. Harishankar, Indian percussionist (f. 2002). 1958: Berta Pereira, Uruguayan percussionist. 1959: Carlo Ancelotti, Italian footballer and mentor. 1959: Vდ­ctor Cდ¡mara, Venezuelan film and TV entertainer. 1960: Nandamuri Balakrishna, Indian lawmaker and film entertainer. 1961: Juan Fernando Lდ³pez Aguilar, Spanish lawmaker. 1961: Kim Arrangement, American artist and lyricist, of the band Sprites. 1961: Kelley Arrangement, American artist, of the band The Reproducers. 1962: Gina Gershon, American entertainer. 1962: Vincent Pდ©rez, Swiss entertainer of Spanish beginning. 1962: Fernando Olmeda, Spanish columnist. 1963: Jeanne Tripplehorn, American entertainer. 1964: Jimmy Chamberlin, American artist, of the band The Crushing Pumpkins. 1965: Elizabeth Hurley, English entertainer. 1965: Joey Santiago, Filipino artist, of the band Imps. 1968: Bill Burr, American comedian. 1969: Patricia Teherდ¡n, Colombian artist and lyricist (f. 1995). 1969: Ariel Raiman, Argentine artist, of the band Los Pericos. 1970: Gerdur Kristnდ½, Icelandic essayist. 1970: Miguel დ?ngel Rodrდ­guez "El Sevilla", Spanish artist, comic, radio personality and entertainer. 1971: Bruno N'Gotty, French footballer. 1971: Soraya Sდ¡enz de Santamarდ­a, Spanish lawmaker. 1973: Confidence Evans, American artist. 1976: Jorge Federico de Prusia, German blue-blood. 1976: Michel Brown, Argentine entertainer. 1976: Mariana Seoane, Mexican artist and entertainer. 1978: DJ Qualls, American entertainer. 1979: Vდ­ctor Moreno, Venezuelan baseball player. 1979: Ivდ¡n Rana, Spanish long distance runner. 1979: Jake Tsakalidis, Greek-Georgian ball player. 1980: Francelino Matuzalem, Brazilian soccer player. 1980: Carlos Castel, Spanish entertainer and moderator. 1981: Aly Amr Fathalah, DJ and music maker of Egyptian beginning, individual from the band Aly and Fila. 1981: Ewerthon, Brazilian soccer player. 1981: Alejandro Damiდ¡n Domდ­nguez, Argentine footballer. 1981: Jonathan Bennett, American entertainer and model. 1981: Gabriel Valenzuela, Colombian entertainer. 1982: Magdalena of Sweden, Swedish princess. 1983: Mercedes Oviedo, Argentine entertainer. 1983: Marion Stylist III, previous American football player. 1989: Alexandra Stan, Romanian vocalist. 1991: Pol Espargarდ³, Spanish bike racer. 1992: Kate Upton, American entertainer and model. 1996: Jun, Chinese entertainer, vocalist and artist.

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La Spezia: quest'estate 5 concerti in Piazza Europa tra luglio e agosto

La Spezia: quest'estate 5 concerti in Piazza Europa tra luglio e agosto. Emis Killa, Gianni Morandi, Cristina D’Avena con i Gem Boy, gIANMARIA e Daniele Silvestri: ecco i nomi degli artisti che saranno in concerto quest’estate sul palcoscenico all’aperto di Piazza Europa: un programma volto ad accontentare tutte le fasce di età, con protagonisti di rilievo del panorama musicale nazionale. Grandi performer che si esibiranno garantendo un’immersione musicale di qualità in piazza Europa, in una città sempre più votata a far crescere l’offerta di grandi eventi. Il programma dei concerti, organizzato dal Comune della Spezia con il sostegno della Regione Liguria e il contributo di IREN, è stato presentato nella mattinata del 6 aprile in conferenza stampa a Palazzo Civico. Erano presenti il Sindaco della Spezia Pierluigi Peracchini, il Direttore artistico del Teatro Civico Alessandro Maggi e la dirigente della Struttura Organizzativa Servizi Culturali Rosanna Ghirri, Paola Verri responsabile comunicazione di Iren S.p.A. “Oggi presentiamo il programma dei concerti e anche quest’anno riusciamo a portare alla Spezia ospiti di rilevanza nazionale: sono grandi autori, di diversi generi musicali, che abbiamo invitato per far divertire persone di tutte le età. Questa programmazione è frutto soprattutto delle richieste dei nostri cittadini, che abbiamo raccolto confrontandoci con loro - dichiara il sindaco della Spezia Pierluigi Peracchini - è una rassegna di alto livello e voglio ringraziare gli artisti che saranno ospiti nel nostro territorio, Alessandro Magi, Direttore Artistico Teatro Civico, Massimiliano Curletto, il Direttore del settore Cultura e Rosanna Ghirri, la Dirigente del settore Cultura - e conclude - a questo programma seguirà il Festival del Teatro e il Festival del Jazz: lavoriamo ogni giorno per rendere la nostra città sempre più attrattiva”. Ad aprire il cartellone sarà il rapper milanese Emis Killa martedì 11 luglio; a seguire, giovedì 14 luglio, Gianni Morandi, l’Eterno Ragazzo della canzone italiana acclamato da un pubblico di ogni età, in tour con Go Gianni Go! Domenica 16 luglio sarà la volta di Cristina D’Avena, cantante, attrice e conduttrice, interprete delle sigle televisive più note dei cartoni animati trasmessi dalle reti Mediaset, che sarà sul palco insieme al gruppo rock demenziale dei Gem Boy. Giovedì 10 agosto sarà di scena il giovane cantante vicentino gIANMARIA, noto per la partecipazione a X Factor 2021 e a Sanremo 2023. A chiudere il cartellone sarà Daniele Silvestri con la data spezzina del tour Estate X, in programma sabato 19 agosto. MARTEDI’ 11 LUGLIO EMIS KILLA – TOUR ESTIVO 2023 Emis Killa, pseudonimo di Emiliano Rudolf Giambelli, classe 1989, nel 2007 partecipa al concorso “Tecniche Perfette”, dove vince il titolo di campione italiano di freestyle. Inizia a pubblicare i primi lavori, “Keta Music” (2009), “Champagne e spine” (2010) e “The Flow Clocker Vol. 1” (2011). Nel 2011 pubblica il disco “L’erba cattiva”, e il singolo “Parole di ghiaccio”, vince il “Best Italian Act” agli Mtv Europe Music Awards e il “Best New Artist” agli Mtv Hip Hop Awards. Nel 2013 esce l’album “Mercurio” che include la hit estiva “Maracanã”. È protagonista di uno degli eventi hip hop più noti al mondo, tutt'oggi l'unico italiano ad avervi partecipato, i Bet Hip Hop Awards. Dal 2013 al 2016 conduce “One Two One Two” su Radio Deejay e “Goal Deejay” su Sky. Nel 2015 conduce gli Mtv Awards e pubblica “Keta Music Vol. 2”. Nel 2016 è tra i giudici della quarta edizione di The Voice e a fine anno pubblica “Terza Stagione”. A fine 2017 esce “Linda”. Nell’estate del 2018 pubblica la hit radiofonica “Rollercoaster” e successivamente il singolo “Fuoco e benzina”, entrambi inclusi nell’album “Supereroe” a cui segue “Supereroe – Bat Edition”, anticipato da “Tijuana”. A giugno 2020 ha condotto “YO! Mtv Raps” la versione italiana del leggendario programma di MTV USA interamente dedicato alla musica rap. Nello stesso anno firma con Sony Music Entertainment e il 18 settembre pubblica l’album “17” con Jake La Furia, certificato disco di platino e anticipato dal singolo “Malandrino”, certificato disco d’oro. Il 26 febbraio 2021 esce il repack dell’album “17 - Dark edition”. Nel 2021 pubblica il mixtape “Keta Music vol.3”, certificato disco d’oro e terzo capitolo della saga che ha caratterizzato e accompagnato tutta la produzione del rapper. Biglietti prossimamente disponibili sui circuiti on line e al Botteghino del Teatro Civico VENERDI’ 14 LUGLIO GIANNI MORANDI in GO GIANNI GO! A meno di 24 ore dall’ultimo show del GO GIANNI GO! MORANDI NEI PALASPORT, che ha animato tutto il mese di marzo a suon di musica e sold out, Gianni Morandi annuncia oggi i primi appuntamenti estivi: GO GIANNI GO! ESTATE 2023, la tournée prodotta da Trident Music e in partenza a luglio, lo vedrà impegnato tutta l’estate con numerosi appuntamenti a cielo aperto nelle più suggestive venue d’Italia. Anche per la leg estiva Morandi ha pensato a una speciale scaletta, che mescola i grandi classici del suo repertorio alle tracce incluse nel nuovo progetto discografico EVVIVA! (Epic Records/Sony Music Italy), tra cui i brani frutto del fortunato sodalizio artistico con Jovanotti - L’Allegria, Apri Tutte Le Porte e Anna della porta accanto. Acclamato da un pubblico multigenerazionale, l’Eterno Ragazzo è pronto ad animare la calda stagione dei live regalando ancora una volta uno show ricco di emozioni indimenticabili. I biglietti del GO GIANNI GO! ESTATE 2023 sono disponibili sui circuiti Ticketone e Ticketmaster, oltreché al Botteghino del Teatro Civico dalla prossima settimana DOMENICA 16 LUGLIO 2023 CRISTINA D’AVENA feat. GEM BOY Provate a pensare al connubio più improbabile che potete. Due elementi apparentemente agli opposti, come il sale e lo zucchero, che cantano amichevolmente mano nella mano. Un romanista e un laziale? Di più! Di più! I Gen Rosso e Marilyn Manson? Di pi��! Di più! Cristina D'Avena e i Gem Boy? Sìììììììì! Tutto questo per realizzare il loro grande sogno, suonare e accompagnare nelle sue canzoni il loro mito, Cristina D'Avena!! Se anche voi, come noi, siete cresciuti guardando i Puffi, innamorati di Emi/Mei o Yu/Creamy, e sognavate di diventare rockstar come Jem, vi batteva il cuore quando Licia baciava per la prima volta Mirko, o nelle intricate storie d'amore di Georgie con Abel, Arthur e Lowell, ridevate Guardando le avventure di Pollon, facevate il tifo per Kelly, Sheila e Tati quando dovevano rubare qualcosa in "Occhi di Gatto", volevate cavalcare come la Stella della Senna, o gridavate "anch'io un giorno diventerò bravo a pallavolo come Mila e Shiro", allora non perdetevi questo concerto dove eseguiremo le più belle sigle dei cartoni animati che hanno segnato la nostra infanzia, e a cantarle sarà proprio l'unica e inimitabile Cristina!!!! I biglietti sono già in vendita su Ticket One e Vivaticket, e dalla prossima settimana al Botteghino del Teatro Civico GIOVEDI’ 10 AGOSTO 2023 gIANMARIA TOUR ESTIVO 2023 Dopo l’uscita del suo primo album e lo straordinario esordio al Festival di Sanremo con la canzone “Mostro”, disponibile su tutte le piattaforme digitali, gIANMARIA è pronto a tornare Live prodotto da Vivo Concerti. Reduce dal successo del precedente tour estivo che lo ha visto calcare i palchi dei principali festival italiani e le tappe nei principali club italiani, l’artista porterà in concerto i brani del suo primo disco di studio “Mostro” (Epic Records / Sony Music), uscito il 3 febbraio in digitale e disponibile in CD e vinile dal 10 febbraio. L’album fotografa il poliedrico mondo dall’artista vicentino tra cantautorato, rock, urban e sonorità ispirate da Kanye West, Slowthai, Neutral Milk Hotel e The National, tutto ciò che gIANMARIA porterà nel suo show. Classe 2002, gIANMARIA nasce e cresce nella città di Vicenza, dove fin da giovanissimo inizia a comporre e registrare brani. Cresce con il cantautorato e si appassiona da giovanissimo all’hip hop italiano e internazionale. L’artista si è distinto nel suo percorso a X Factor 2021 già nelle prime fasi di selezione del programma colpendo ed emozionando i giudici con i suoi inediti “I suicidi“ e “Senza Saliva”, contenuti in “Fallirò”, l’EP di debutto dell'artista. Biglietti prossimamente disponibili sui circuiti on line e al Botteghino del Teatro Civico SABATO 19 AGOSTO 2023 DANIELE SILVESTRI ESTATE X Enigmatico ma anche enigmistico, Daniele Silvestri annuncia due certezze: il sold out di maggio a Roma e un nuovo tour estivo. Il resto è, per ora, ancora un'incognita. Non nuovo ad arguti giochi di parole, Silvestri dopo "Teatri X" (quattro ultime date previste a maggio per chiudere il cerchio aperto con "Teatri/22"), ora è pronto per "Estate X", una nuova tournée estiva nei più importanti Festival della penisola. Sarà lì che Daniele, aiutato dalla sua sorprendente ed eclettica band, cambierà ancora una volta atmosfera e narrazione, ritrovando sia le amate chitarre elettriche sia i brani più coinvolgenti e i ritmi serrati da grandi spazi. Così, registrato subito il sold out nella data romana del 19 maggio, con "Estate X" l'artista torna nella capitale il 25 luglio e aggiunge tanti nuovi appuntamenti in tutta Italia. "Trovandomi nell’incresciosa necessità di annunciare il sold-out della data romana di Maggio (quella del 19 al Parco della Musica per intenderci), a parziale consolazione dei miei concittadini metto in campo un’alternativa, sempre romana. Ma parliamo di luglio, sia chiaro. All’interno cioè di un tour estivo di cui - a questo punto - approfitto per cominciare a snocciolarvi un po’ di date. Non è che sia sta gran notizia, mi rendo conto. Ma neanche una notizia brutta d’altronde. Diciamo che è.." Scrive Daniele sui social e si diverte a guidare il suo pubblico nel suo nuovo progetto usando le metafore come uno stimolante calcolo matematico, per arrivare - tra non molto - allo svelamento di tutte le incognite.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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EMILIANO MAGGI . Songs and Spells al Museo Bardini di Firenze

La visita al Museo Bardini è di per sé una continua scoperta di meraviglie del passato, con Emiliano Maggi e la mostra Songs and Spells è come entrare in un mondo fantastico popolato di creature incantate senza genere e specie. (more…) “”

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EMILIANO MAGGI. Songs and Spells Emiliano Maggi si dedica ad una ricerca concentrata sulla forma umana che include non solo il corpo ma anche la mente, l’immaginazione e l’anima.

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Emiliano Maggi Celestial bloom with moth earring, 2022 Unglazed ceramic bronze Courtesy SETAREH.

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Emiliano Maggi

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Emiliano Maggi, Celestial Bloom (with moth pin), 2023, unglazed ceramic, pigment and bronze, 85 x 40 x 50 cm.

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images for sounds == artist covers for music records [.en]

images for sounds == artist covers for music records [.en]

images for sounds == artist covers for music records PRIVATE VIEW Wednesday 23 February 2022 5–9pm VILLA LONTANA Via Cassia 53, Roma villalontana.it — Instagram Rita Ackermann, Josef Albers, Kai Althoff, Andreco, Tauba Auerbach, Irma Blank, Sylvano Bussotti, Francesco Clemente, David Kennedy Cutler, Nathalie Du Pasquier, Matteo Fato, Reverend Howard Finster, Urs Fischer, Luigi Ghirri, Piero…

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Emiliano Maggi