#Paraninfo

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[shokomilks]

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) You are the best thing that happened in my peaceful life - Neutral Reader - Chapter 1: Who is Aoi?

(Y/N) dies brutally before graduating from high school, full of regrets and a bitter taste of not having enjoyed enough, your receives a second chance, and this time, with Shigeo by your side (Sorry If the gender is not neutral, let me know anything)

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Harassment trigger alert, I almost rape, but I didn't have the courage to write it. I promise not to write about this anymore, but I would like to write about a fear I have in some of my writing lol

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There was (Y/N), sitting at they desk, scrolling through the Instagram page with so much disinterest, Isabel LaRosa was playing in his ears (I really like writing that mentions songs that sort of “immerse” the story, I'll try to leave some while writing :), LISTEN TO I DON'T FORGIVE YOU, I discovered her today but she's so good HOLY SHIT), in the background of the headphones at a really loud volume, murmurs from you classmates excited for the upcoming graduation they were quite clear

“Paraninfo wasn’t what I wanted”

“Can I stop by your house after graduation?”

“Are you going with a partner?”

You just wanted it all to happen, it wasn't horrible, but there wasn't any considerable good experience, you knew the truth, you knew that everything you experienced would be a “good memory”, as the older people said, you knew that your friends would disappear over time, only work and solitude would be left for you, so you didn't try to make many connections or anything remarkable. They could get along very well with your colleagues, but you would easily be mistaken for a plant cause could be so quiet.

The bell rings, signaling that another day has passed, (Y/N) picked up they things, throwing them awkwardly into you backpack, the end of the year was leaving quite exhausted, so many worries and few solutions coming at once, the only desire that felt like throwing yourself on the bed and sleeping listening to your playlist. As he threw his backpack on his shoulders, feeling the weight of his notebooks, he quickly headed towards the exit.

The day wasn't bad, a pleasant weather, teenagers leaving school en masse, (Y/N) followed her usual path, several thoughts surrounded her mind “Which college to go to?” “Will I have money to shell out or did I get my scholarship?” “And employment?” “Did I choose something that makes me money?” “Was this really what I wanted?” But his thoughts stopped when “Sex, Drugs, Etc” reached you ears, you increased the volume even though you knew it was wrong to use headphones at high altitudes, and you just enjoyed the ride home, feeling the breeze hit your face, almost taking you along, as if taking all the worries away

But nothing good lasts long, an older man bumped into you, almost knocking you down

- Be careful where you walk - he said, quite irritated.

- Sorry - You mutter, trying to get out of there, but your wrist is caught in a big grip, which makes you look at the figure, it was a man with little hair on his head, very gray you would say, with fair skin and full of hair

- Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't go unaccompanied

- Leave me, please

- I'll guide you to where you need to go - he starts dragging you in some direction, you can't identify it, the grip only increased and all you wanted was to get out of that situation

- Seriously, there's no need for so much kindness, just let me go - you tried to let go again, but there was no use, your heart was already almost leaving you, your breathing was unregulated, countless scenarios flashed through your mind, none of them good.

This man takes you to a car parked not far away, throws you inside, not wasting much time to touch you under your clothes, your voice was no longer there, you were no longer there, your brain tried to calm you down about all of this, trying to think about other things, but the touch of that disgusting thing took away any attempt to forget that all of this was happening, until he pulled down his pants, revealing... you know. You screamed, your brain forced you to scream the loudest he could, throwing himself at the door to try to open it. He tried to make some scandal that would save you, but all that happened was that he forcefully gave you a pill, little by little you senses disappeared and your vision became increasingly dark.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the car, you were lying on a soft bed, you could still feel his touch on your body, which made you feel sick, you sat up, trying to process where you were, you were in a room, but it wasn't yours, the person who lived there had good taste, this person liked the same series and anime as you, don't get distracted, you thought. Your vision falls to your feet, not that you paid attention to them, you were trying to understand the situation, where you were, why you were here, did that idiot take you to his own house? Your breathing was already becoming unregulated again, your heart wanting to stop, but your thoughts were cut off by a feminine scream.

- Aoi, go down to eat your coffee, today is your first day of school, you can't be late!! - a voice echoes from outside the door, you are perplexed, “who is this woman?” “Who is Aoi?” Finally, your vision focused on your feet, the shoes at the foot of the bed perfectly aligned, the floor with a velvety brown carpet, a loud knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts, or rather precise analysis about the floor

- Am I going to have to pull you out of bed Aoi? - You blink slightly, your index finger unconsciously points at you, hissing a “Me?” between the lips

- And who else would it be? Let's go quickly, if you're not going to be late - the woman says, closing the door, making it possible to hear her short steps hurriedly descending the stairs.

When looking to the side, the Japanese uniform was visible hanging on the hanger, without much questioning you change, looking around the room trying to find a phone and a backpack, you see a cell phone and a blue backpack plugged into the charger like students usually do. use in anime. You take them, rummaging through your backpack for headphones, a smile appears on your face when you see that you have headphones available, as you leave the room changed, with a backpack, a cell phone and headphones that don't belong to you, (Y/N) carefully goes down the stairs, trying to see the house, it was a simple house, without many decorations, it was visible sitting at the table eating quickly that woman, with brown hair tied in a loose bun, dressed in office clothes, upon noticing the look on the back of her head, she looks up at your direction, waving happily to come down soon

You quickly sit down at the table, trying to eat the omelet that was on the table, despite feeling sick.

- So… i have school today?

- Yes honey

- How do I get there? - She looks at you seriously, sighing loudly

- Did you forget again? Just put the name of the school on Google maps and walk there

- I... forgot the name of the school... and also my password

- In the second drawer of the desk in the living room, your password is written down, I don't know how you always forget it - she said, getting up with the now empty plate, heading towards the kitchen, most likely to leave your plate - and Aoi - you murmur in answer - Paprika High School, you only chose it because it seemed like the coolest spice to talk about, since all the schools here have some spice in their name

- Oh, Yeah, I forget that haha ​​- (Y/N) said, as you got up trying to find the second drawer in that desk, when you saw the desk in the corner of the room next to the TV, you bend down and find a notebook scribbled on it. cover “Aoi”, it must be this one after all, when leafing through the pages you find a page “Cell phone passwords”, several scribbled passwords, you find one circled in red with a small note next to it “This is the new one!!”, that’s it. it would be enough, when you take the notebook with you to the table, you pick up your cell phone and enter the newly discovered password, it was really her.

A wallpaper of Gojo and Geto was visible, several applications were cluttered on the screen, but then you would explore calmly, you had to find Google Maps, when you found it you quickly typed the name of the school, entering a quick walking route

- Thanks - you sigh, you were afraid of not going to school for Aoi, when everything was sorted out you wouldn't have to deal with scolding from your mother

- You're welcome honey - she approaches, placing a kiss on your cheek - Have a great day at school - she leaves the house, leaving you alone in that new environment, without wasting time you also leave, grabbing a pair of keys with a caterpie keychain on the keychain, it would definitely be Aoi's, so you locks the door when you leaves and heads to school

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When you arrived at school, you didn't really know where to look for Aoi's class, so you went to the list of class, but there was a problem, what was Aoi's last name? So you searched your bag for some document, when you found your wallet, you abruptly opened it, finding your document “Aoi Suzuki”.. okay, now find it in the list, after searching a lot you find Aoi in class 1-B. Once the room that belonged to it was found, it was time to find where it would be. You enter the school, looking for the “1-B” signs, when you find them you go in looking for seats, but most of them were occupied, so you sit somewhere empty, some people were already making friends and fitting in, you preferred not to interfere, taking Aoi's cell phone to explore this person's life better. Your tastes were actually similar, after looking at some apps you found Notepad as one of the apps you used recently, they had countless notes from Aoi, so to kill time you decided to open some.

“I always thought that nothing new happened, I always told my colleagues that “Nothing's New” was my song, after my father abandoned my family and my mother got busy with her job, the routine that continued more and more never broke , but by some miracle, my mother decided that living in Seasoning City, maybe a change of scenery wouldn't be so bad after all. I luckily managed to get into Paprika school, this reminds me of the movie besides the spice, I thought it was a very interesting name, well, they released my new room, I'll be able to write in my notebook again, see ya ;)”

Journal? What notebook was she talking about? Could it be in backpack? Without wasting time with many questions, you quickly look through backpack, taking all notebooks and placing them on the table to search, and nothing, with each notebook opened more and more blank pages appeared before your eyes “It should only be in the room” you sigh tiredly, throw the notebooks back into your backpack, seeing the teacher in charge arrive with a folder in his arms.

- Ok ok, new school, new colleagues, I want everyone to introduce themselves when I call them - everyone agrees in unison.

You don't even care much about the students, after all you would try to get out of this situation quickly, Aoi is called after about 6 students introduce themselves, you quickly get up and say shallow things like your name, that you are excited about the new year to come and you wants support from everyone, things that protagonists would say. More people introduce themselves, some saying great monologues, others saying the same as you, until the teacher says a name you would never expect to hear “Shigeo Kageyama”, the sound of a chair dragging was heard behind you, a sudden turn was made to see his colleague from behind, it was him, it was really him.

When you were about twelve or thirteen years old you discovered the anime “Mob Psycho 100”, and it touched you in a different way, the animation, the story were simply incredible, but something that marked you beyond these factors was the protagonist, a big Your crush on him was formed during your years as a fan, such a kind and cute boy was something you would like to have in your life, but impossible, until now, the most boyish haircut, the nervous way of speaking, the fair skin and dark eyes, it was him, without a doubt.

Before he could see you, you abruptly turn forward with extremely flushed cheeks, a confused face and an unprepared heart, “I'm sorry Aoi but now you've lost the chance of your life, WAIT DON'T THINK LIKE THAT” as you manage to normalize your breathing , your thoughts became clearer, and your goals defined. You would become friends with Shigeo Kageyama, try to understand why you was Aoi, and try to make the most of it.

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Thanks for reading, mob not have a much fanfics, so this motivated me a writing. Anyway, see you later 🐳

[amethvysts]

ACABOU DE CHEGAR EM MEUS OUVIDOS que o carlos sainz alem de ser formado em historia da arte, também pode atuar como professor se quiser e algo no meu cérebro se alterou permanentemente após essa info…

pq SIM ele tem cara de ser Aquele professor que toda garota tem que faz você AMAR a matéria, mas no fundo você sabe que é só pq você acha o professor bonito e não pq vc gosta de estudar sobre napoleão bonaparte 😭 e hear me out!! durante a pandemia, com certeza ele deixava os cachorros passarem na frente da câmera durante as aulas e era um anjo com todos os alunos. mas escaralha todo mundo na hora da prova sempre colocando questões com “justifique sua resposta” no final.

also!!! não quero ser a aluna do professor sainz, mas sim a colega de trabalho que tem um pé atrás com ele pq COMO alguém pode ser tão bem quisto dentro do ambiente de trabalho (principalmente pelo 3b que é APAIXONADO por ele e pediu pra que o carlos fosse o paraninfo da turma na formatura). E NÃO SÓ ISSO!! mas você não suporta ele, e aparentemente ele fala muito bem de você pra todo mundo?? tipo assim, irmão, se manca!! e uma vez quando você tava saindo de sala e ele entrando, você escutou um dos alunos reclamar que sua matéria é muito chata, e o carlos só responde um, “ah, gente, tenham paciência com ela. a professora é nova, e nem é tão ruim quanto vocês acham…”

todos os alunos pensam que vcs têm um caso no off, e se não têm, passam a torcer pra que vcs tenham 😭 principalmente pq veem que o professor carlos é caidinho por você

[inutilidadeaflorada]

Seu Éden Derramado em Estéreo

Coagida sacerdotisa a revelar o milagre, Os estreitos por onde circula a prosperidade, A técnica a domar minérios, A filosofia da antiguidade

Poupa a transformação Congestione o cinismo Com rios de sangue Antes de ser horizonte

A inscrita talhada aos ossos Findando coroa de espinhos O alívio com muito pouco bronze Sua economia sem um paraninfo

Corpos amiúdes, a pólvora A mesquinhez de corromper histórias Perverso fungo que decide ser cão e pugilista Tudo de uma única vez, a besta fera hedionda

Pela primeira vez, lambuzar-se Os dedos da morte de lascívia Antes de cruzar os olhos Tossir o crucifixo

Fruta híbrida, metade cítrica Outra metade pecado Invejado por suas mãos Colhidas das frestas dos lábios

A pele cicatriza a tristeza finita Tais pupilas dilatadas são uma emboscada Há uma tarefa pródiga a ser executada: Prover ferrugem sob a escrita factual

Imprescindível estudo, Destalhes que desatinam A face rói em um súbito escarlate Assim, antevendo-lhe: Chantagem

[jartita-me-teneis]

MIGUEL DE UNAMUNO

ÚLTIMOS DÍAS DE UN GRANDE DE LA LITERATURA

El 12 de octubre de 1936, en el paraninfo de la Universidad de Salamanca, se celebró el día de la raza.

El auditorio estaba repleto. Está presente Carmen Polo, esposa de Franco, las principales autoridades del franquismo y altos mandos militares y eclesiásticos.

Miguel de Unamuno, rector de la universidad, decide no ser orador.

Durante las sucesivas intervenciones, se cargó contra los vascos, los catalanes y contra todo aquel contrario al régimen.

Se dice que el militar español José Millán-Astray, llegó a gritar: “muera la inteligencia, viva la muerte”.

Esto hizo que Unamuno cambie de parecer y le decidió a participar de la oratoria:

"Sé que estáis esperando mis palabras, porque me conocéis bien y sabéis que no soy capaz de permanecer en silencio ante lo que se está diciendo. Callar, a veces, significa asentir. No quería hablar, porque me conozco. Pero se me ha tirado de la lengua y debo hacerlo.

Vencer es convencer. Pero no puede convencer el odio que no deja lugar a la compasión, ese odio a la inteligencia.

Se ha hablado de catalanes y vascos, llamándoles la antiespaña. Y yo, que soy vasco, llevo toda mi vida enseñándoos la lengua española que no sabéis.

Acabo de oír el grito de ¡viva la muerte! Esto suena lo mismo que ¡muera la vida!

Este es el templo del intelecto y yo soy su supremo sacerdote. Vosotros estáis profanando su recinto sagrado.

Venceréis, pero no convenceréis.

Venceréis porque tenéis sobrada fuerza bruta, pero no convenceréis, porque convencer significa persuadir. Y para eso, necesitáis algo que os falta en esta lucha, razón y derecho."

Tras las palabras de Unamuno, la tensión era insoportable en el recinto debiendo salir escoltado, para evitar ser linchado por los falangistas.

Días después de lo acontecido en la Universidad, un decreto firmado por Franco le destituyó como rector y se le impuso arresto domiciliario.

"Si me han de asesinar como a otros, será aquí en mi casa", escribió Unamuno.

El 31 de diciembre del mismo año, aún arrestado, murió de forma repentina.

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Miguel de Unamuno y Jugo (Bilbao, 29 de septiembre de 1864-Salamanca, 31 de diciembre de 1936) fue un escritor y filósofo español perteneciente a la llamada generación del 98 como el mayor de sus integrantes y, en cierta medida, su maestro. Cultivó todos los géneros literarios: ensayo, novela, poesía, periodismo y teatro.

[liliandromeda]

Triste história

Há palavras que ninguém emprega. Apenas se encontram nos dicionários como velhas caducas num asilo. Às vezes uma que outra se escapa e vem luzir-se desdentadamente, em público, nalguma oração de paraninfo. Pobres velhinhas... Pobre velhinho!

Mário Quintana, no livro Porta giratória

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5 April 2016 | Queen Letizia of Spain attends investiture of honorary doctors by Salamanca's University at Paraninfo of Salamanca's University in Salamanca, Spain. (c) Juan Naharro Gimenez/Getty Images

[agendaculturaldelima]

 #ElEscenarioDelMundo

💃 Danza: “LAS SILFIDES” 🩰🎉

✍️ Autor: Michel Fokine (Rusia)

🎵Compositor: Frédéric Chopin  (Polonia – Francia)

💥 Puesta en escena de ballet breve y no-narrativo en un acto estrenado en el año 1908 en el Teatro Mariinski (San Petersburgo) como Rêverie Romantique: Ballet sur la musique de Chopin o Chopiniana. Les Sylphides no tiene trama, en su lugar consiste en muchas sílfides bailando en un bosque al claro de luna con el poeta o el joven.📜✒🎹🌛

👥 Elenco: Ballet Universitario

📢 Dirección: Mónica Barrionuevo

© Producción: Centro Cultural Federico Villarreal.

📌IMPERDIBLE: 

📆 Viernes 08 de Noviembre

🕔 5:30pm.  

🏘 Paraninfo de la Universidad Nacional Federico Villarreal (av. Nicolás de Piérola 351 - Centro de Lima)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre.

[amor-barato]

Agora eu precisava convencer minha mãe que resistia bravamente: Mas minha filha, que festa é essa?! Seus colegas são uns desmiolados, e se a coisa acabar em bebedeira, desordem? E quem vai te levar e depois te trazer?

A Segunda Guerra Mundial estava quase no fim, o planeta enfermo, sangrando e uma frase muito na moda nestes trópicos, O preço da paz é a eterna vigilância! Ora, se a paz (com toda a ênfase no ponto de exclamação) já estava mesmo perdida, o importante agora era não perder a virgindade e disso cuidava a minha atenta mãe: o mito da castidade ainda na plenitude, nem o mais leve sinal da bandeira feminista hasteada nestas palmeiras. E o nosso sabiá não sabia da pílula, não sabia de nada. O anunciado mercado de trabalho para O Segundo Sexo (que Simone Beauvoir ainda nem tinha inventado) estava apenas na teoria, a solução era mesmo casar. E lembro agora de uma vizinha da minha mãe cerrando os olhos sofredores: Tenho cinco punhais cravados no peito, as minhas cinco filhas solteiras!

Nessa altura, com a minha irmã mais velha já casada, minha mãe tinha apenas um punhal, este aqui.

— É um jantar sério, homenagem ao nosso professor, um velhinho. Acho que ainda vai ser o nosso paraninfo, preciso aumentar a nota nessa matéria, entendeu agora, mãe?

Ela ficou em mim o olhar dramático. Eu passava o esmalte nas unhas, Rosa Antigo, era essa a cor.

Mas hoje é 11 de agosto, menina, não é dia da pindura lá na Faculdade?

Mas é a única noite que o professor tinha livre! A escolha foi dele, não nossa, querida. E a boate é familiar, eu já disse, fica no Largo de Santa Cecília, ao lado da igreja. A Cida vem me buscar, o ônibus passa lá na porta e depois a gente volta com o irmão dela que tem carro.

Minha mãe sentou-se e entrelaçou as mãos em cima da mesa. Voltou para o teto o olhar sem sossego e então pensei na imagem da Nossa Senhora das Dores com o seu manto roxo.

— O rádio de há pouco notícias alarmantes. E se justo hoje tiver um ataque aéreo?

Fechei o vidrinho de esmalte e fiquei soprando as unhas e pensando que a guerra doméstica era ainda mais difícil do que a outra. Voltei a lembrar que o Eixo estava quase derrotado, mais um pouco e ia acabar aquela agonia, mas por que iam agora atacar este aliado aqui no cu de judas?! Não falei no cu de judas (uma expressão do Tio Garibaldi) mas nas botas: Aqui onde Judas perdeu as botas? E vai ver, as meias… Minha mãe deu um nó nas pontas do xale azul-noite, o inverno continuava? Continuava. Tentei fazer graça, O Führer parece que está furioso, acho que é o fim. Ela levantou-se num silêncio digno. Recorri ao argumento decisivo, como podia me casar sem participar dessas festinhas?

— Está bem, filha. E que Deus te acompanhe — murmurou fazendo o gesto de fatal resignação. Quando abriu o piano me pareceu menos tensa, ia tocar o seu Chopin.

Lygia Fagundes Telles – Invenção e Memória (in A Dança com o Anjo)

[nosce]

Byung-Chul Han, filósofo: "Hoy la gente se explota a sí misma voluntariamente creyendo que así se realiza"

Para él, la ociosidad es revolucionaria, porque desde el silencio y la calma se puede repensar la existencia La ociosidad es el fin último de la humanidad”. Así de claro fue el filósofo surcoreano Byung-Chul Han durante su intervención hace tres años en el Paraninfo de la Magdalena, en Santander. El pensador fue el protagonista del ciclo cultural ‘En Contexto’ de la Universidad Internacional…

[vagoerrante]

[josemitadinamita]

"Hay un lobo en la montaña" el jueves 5 de junio a las 19h en Sala Pilar Sinués Edificio Paraninfo. Pza. Basilio Paraíso, 4 - 50005 Zaragoza.

Dos lobos, dos amigos en el Pirineo aragonés más occidental. Este es un homenaje al cuento clásico, al relato mítico, a la amistad, a la comprensión y el respeto, al cariño incondicional y a la libertad de vivir y decidir. Libro de gran formato, en tapa dura, publicado dentro de la colección Mandarinas libros ilustrados de…

[inutilidadeaflorada]

Tracción

Cigarros apagados na minha traqueia Brilho pelos intervalos do teu fôlego Intitulo uma distância entre nós Quase comestível, quase moderada

Antes de tudo, devo confessar: Eu diálogo com prevenção O ditado dito com os olhos A afirmação em meus gestos agudos

Quantos frutos teu colo aguenta? Sua boca mergulha no rancor de minhas palavras Como abóbora desgovernada escorrendo pela noite Eu devo lhe imitar antes que seja tarde demais

Cada suspiro teu é um vislumbre do futuro Adagas bêbadas dançam viscosas Dessincronizam rios antes de guia-los Para o espaço tardio do Tártaro

Amo quem me assombra Amo quem me conhece Amo quem me prova pelos cantos Amo a barganha para despistar meu ódio

Tecendo aparências com paraninfos O vocábulo arremessado acertou minhas têmporas Com teu tom carnudo e professoral Zela o meu perpétuo estimulo

Tragar vitória com gosto de ferro e zinco Escapar de qualquer cor decimal O sal desabrigava-se e olhava fixamente para nós Em uma espécie de cadáver esquisito sereno aos olhos

Flutua-se entre costas e fronteiras Alegando o fascínio pelo tato Prendam-no no excesso amargo Assistir até o queimar da rosa

[gonzalo-obes]

IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL 5 DE MAYO DE 2025

Día Mundial de la Higiene de Manos, Día Internacional de la Matrona, Día Mundial del Patrimonio Africano, Día Mundial de la Hipertensión Pulmonar, Pascua Ortodoxa, Día Mundial de la Lengua Portuguesa, Semana Mundial de la Sensibilización sobre la Sal, Semana de África, Semana Internacional de solidaridad con los pueblos de los territorios no autónomos, Año Internacional de la Ciencia y la Tecnología Cuánticas.

San Peregrino.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2023

La OMS declara el fin de la emergencia sanitaria de la pandemia de COVID-19, tras haber estado vigente durante más de 3 años, desde el 30 de enero de 2020.

1979

La empresa Dornier presenta un aparato que emite ondas de choque (pulso acústico) y es capaz de destruir las piedras del riñón.

1961

Después de que la URSS haya puesto el primer ser humano en órbita espacial el pasado 12 de abril, Estados Unidos lanza al espacio su primera astronave tripulada con Alan B. Shepard como piloto, en un vuelo suborbital a bordo de la cápsula Mercury 3 que ha sido bautizada como "Freedom", alcanzando una altitud de 187 km. en un viaje de tan sólo 15 minutos de duración frente a los 108 minutos del vuelo de Gagarin. La carrera espacial se halla en plena ebullición. (Hace 64 años)

1960

El presidente soviético Nikita Kruschev, informa al Soviet Supremo de la URSS, que el día 1 de mayo un avión espía norteamericano U-2 fue abatido por los disparos de los antiaéreos soviéticos, resultando apresado su piloto, Francis Gary Powers. En relación con el vuelo añade que lo califica como un "acto de agresión" de los Estados Unidos. La tensión internacional se incrementa en plena Guerra Fría. (Hace 65 años)

1912

Con la presencia de 28 países y 2.359 deportistas, se inauguran en Estocolmo (Suecia) las V Olimpiadas de la Era Moderna. Se clausurarán el 27 de julio. (Hace 113 años)

1887

En Lima, capital de Perú, Ricardo Palma Soriano funda la Academia Peruana de la Lengua, cuya primera actuación pública tendrá lugar el 30 de agosto de este mismo año en el Paraninfo de la Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos, eligiendo como su primer presidente al Dr. Francisco García Calderón y Landa, que en 1881 había sido Presidente Provisional de la República. (Hace 138 años)

1886

En Atlanta (EE.UU.), John Pemberton patenta la Coca-Cola, bebida de color verde a base de extractos de hojas de coca, nuez de cola, azúcar, caramelo, agua purificada y gas carbónico. A partir de 1919, Coca-Cola se expandirá por el extranjero alcanzando gran popularidad. (Hace 139 años)

1862

En la batalla de Puebla (México), las tropas nacionales repelen a las fuerzas francesas de Napoleón III, una victoria que se convertirá en símbolo de la resistencia a la dominación extranjera y se celebrará como fiesta nacional, cada Cinco de Mayo. (Hace 163 años)

1860

En Italia, Giuseppe Garibaldi, junto con un grupo expedicionario formado por tan sólo 1.000 camisas rojas, inicia la marcha hacia Sicilia, para luchar contra los Borbones del reino de las Dos Sicilias. Esta hazaña terminará de consagrarlo como una figura mítica de la historia de Italia al conquistar el poderoso reino de Sicilia y Nápoles. (Hace 165 años)

1808

En Bayona (Francia), el destronado rey Carlos IV de España, donde ha sido llevado junto con toda su familia por orden de Napoleón I, abdica en favor del Emperador. Al día siguiente Napoleón conseguirá que el resto de la familia real renuncie a todos sus derechos y el día 10, logrará la renuncia del mismísimo rey Fernando VII en favor de su padre, Carlos IV, sin saber que éste había cedido sus derechos en favor de Napoleón. (Hace 217 años)

1789

Se reúnen en el palacio de Versalles (Francia), por primera vez desde hace 175 años, los Estados Generales, asamblea con representantes del clero, nobleza y burguesía. Con este gesto, la monarquía de Luis XVI que se halla al borde la bancarrota y distanciada de parte de la aristocracia, trata de calmar la agitación social que recorre el país desde hace años. (Hace 236 años)

1648

Los cosacos polacos, al mando de su caudillo Bogdan Jmelnistki, derrotan a un ejército de nobles polacos en la batalla de las Aguas Azules, cerca de Siniuja, Ucrania. Los cosacos y los campesinos ucranianos se oponen a la política represiva del rey polaco Ladislao IV. (Hace 377 años)

1518

El capitán y conquistador español Juan de Grijalva, tras haber zarpado de Cuba el pasado 1 de mayo, toma posesión de las islas de Yucatán, Cozumel, Cicia, Costilla y otras, en nombre de los monarcas españoles. (Hace 507 años)

985

Sale de campaña de la ciudad de Córdoba, actual España, el ejército de Almanzor, caudillo del Califato de Córdoba. La expedición culminará el día 6 de julio con el asalto y conquista de Barcelona. Lleva consigo alrededor de 40 poetas asalariados para que narren sus victorias. (Hace 1040 años)

553

Reunido por el emperador Justiniano, por ausencia del papa Vigilio, se inicia las sesiones, ocho en total, del Segundo Concilio de Constantinopla (la actual ciudad de Estambul, en Turquía) en el que se tratará de solucionar las discrepancias existentes y atraer a los descarriados monofisitas entre los cuales se han formado muchas fracciones en amplias zonas de Oriente, sobre todo en Egipto. El papa Vigilio, presionado por Justiniano con el destierro, tendrá que aceptar íntegramente las decisiones surgidas del concilio. (Hace 1472 años)

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Movimiento “Mujeres con Asjana” celebra conferencia sobre Mujer y Educación en la República Dominicana

Santo Domingo, R.D. – Como parte de las actividades conmemorativas del Día Internacional de la Mujer, el movimiento universitario “Mujeres con Asjana” llevó a cabo la conferencia titulada “Mujer y Educación: avances y desafíos en la República Dominicana.” La conferencia se realizó el miércoles 19 de marzo a las 10:00 de la mañana en el Paraninfo de la Facultad de Ciencias Jurídicas y Políticas…