#carlos seabra

[talvezsejapoesia]

Haicai, Carlos Seabra

/ᵛᶦ́ᵈᵉᵒ ᵖᶦˣᵃᵇᵃʸ

[cubojorbr]

Se comprovada a infração, os advogados poderão enfrentar sanções ético-profissionais, além de eventual impacto na disputa eleitoral.

[tellmegoodbye]

Welcome back everyone! This week's themes are Disasters and Nancy & Mateo. I'll admit, this theme was a tough one! I have two songs that reflect on two very disastrous moments in the show. It's a loose interpretation of the word, I know, but the result is now probably my angstiest music monday submission yet. You're welcome. Or I'm sorry.

Thank you as always to @lonestar-s5countdown!

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Walked Through Hell - Anson Seabra

I guess all the mountains that I moved just weren't enough And all those nights I walked you home From crowded bars when you were drunk Well they meant nothing 'cause you up and walked away And I just wonder what it'd take to make you stay

Cause when you said jump I said how high But when I jumped you said goodbye

I would've walked through hell To find another way I would've laid me down If I knew that you would stay I would've crossed the stars To keep you in my life But now I'm falling hard Without you here tonight

I'm kicking things off with a breakup song. TK and Carlos were both broken in their own ways, but these lyrics are a reflection on Carlos' state of mind in the immediate aftermath. There's a touch of unreliable narrator involved here because obviously TK loves Carlos, but from the perspective of the person whose heart has just been broken, he doesn't. This song really digs into just how much pain something like this causes, and how much healing they had to go through. Much like a recovery from a physical injury, such as Grace hurting her leg or TK taking a bullet to his chest, Carlos' love and trust needed a lot of mending.

Atlantic - Sleep Token

(cw: reference to a suicide attempt)

I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets Just orbiting the vacuum I am And they talk me through the damage, consequence And how it's a pain they know they don't understand

Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedside I'm trying not to crush into sand So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing Wash away the blood on my hands

This is TK in the aftermath of his overdose. The narrator describes themselves as a vaccum, surrounded by people who love them but can't understand the pain that they're in. TK feels so broken and empty at this point, and even though he lies to Owen and puts on a stoic face. We know he's hurting so much more than he said. We know that this overdose was no accident, that TK felt so lost and unlovable that he had tried to take his own life. He'll go through the motions. He'll move to Austin with his dad and rebuild a firehouse. He'll go back to work and seek out physical comfort from Carlos, but he doesn't heal from something like this overnight. He still feels like he'll never have the kind of future he wants. Love and happiness feel so distant for him right now, nearly an impossiblity. He can't see a way out of the darkness.

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[empessoa]

Heterônimos de Fernando Pessoa

Alberto Caeiro

Álvaro de Campos

Alexander Search

António Mora

António Seabra

Barão de Teive

Bernardo Soares

Carlos Otto

Charles James Search

Charles Robert Anon

Coelho Pacheco

Faustino Antunes

Frederico Reis

Frederick Wyatt

Henry More

I. I. Crosse

Jean Seul

Joaquim Moura Costa

Maria José

Pantaleão

Pêro Botelho

Raphael Baldaya

Ricardo Reis

Thomas Crosse

Vicente Guedes

[tertuliasdeculturaportuguesa]

Terça-Feira, 25 de Março, às 18h, José Carlos Seabra Pereira estará na Biblioteca Nacional de Portugal, em Lisboa, a apresentar a "Poesia" de António Sardinha. Não percam.

[meurefugio40]

Ele ARRANCOU os T3STÍCUL0S do Sugar Daddy | Carlos Castro​ e Renato Seabra

[tocantinsurgente]

Deputado Gaguim e demais colegas garantem mais de 2 Mil Moradias no Tocantins

No Tocantins, a luta pelo acesso à moradia digna ganha um novo capítulo de sucesso com a conquista de mais de duas mil unidades habitacionais pelo Programa Minha Casa, Minha Vida. Essa vitória tangível é fruto direto do trabalho árduo e da articulação política eficiente da Senadora Professora Dorinha Seabra, em colaboração estreita com os Deputados Carlos Gaguim e Alexandre Guimarães. Essa…

[andaluzita]

mãos que se tocam olhos que se encontram beijo na boca

Carlos Seabra

[oficinadejogos]

Jogo da biodiversidade

JOGO DE TABULEIRO

Instituto EDP & Instituto Crescer - 2020

Jogo estilo “trivia” para ser jogado em sala de aula com a turma dividida em grupos competidores, elaborado para uso no projeto “EDP nas Escolas”.

Criação de Carlos Seabra, projeto gráfico de Araciara Regina Teixeira. Acompanha um “Guia de Formação de Educadores” (elaboração de Célia Senna, Luciana Allan e Roseni Reigota) com estratégias pedagógicas de uso.

[brisa-ventania]

flor amarela, no vaso, vê o mundo pela janela

Carlos Seabra

[nwdsc]

(Cruiserweight | The Jack Movesから)

Cruiserweight by The Jack Moves

Across their self-titled debut effort, Newark, NJ based duo The Jack Moves captured the duality of the city’s existence, from the crummy and rude glory hole bandits of Penn Station to cherry blossom park lovers north of the city. The seaside soul meets skate-punk funk narrative was artfully carried forward on the band's sophomore offering Free Money, which was named one of 2018's best albums of the year by KCRW. Once again it’s on… after a stint stuck in solitude, The Jack Moves are back in the ring. Still in love, but not falling. This time, they’re the prize. This go-round, they’re coming out swinging, not too cute for a scuffle. Still cruising, but now it's for a bruising. Legendary producer/arranger Paul Kyser dubbed The Jack Moves “the baddest band in New York City," and they sound every bit of it on their third full length LP Cruiserweight. Since that last outing, which included two cross-country road tours in 2019, Zee Desmondes and Teddy Powell have collected the experiences from their previous travels, and brought them back to home soil, where they would inevitably get deeper into their Jersey roots. To examine what distinguishes a city like Newark and a state like New Jersey from any other. How it’s become like an alternate dimension, somewhat stuck in the past, but simultaneously far off into the future. To further connect with an unusual cast of characters, and translate their passion and mysticism into song. Still dripping with hard soul, but not quite as obvious to categorize… With Cruiserweight, The Jack Moves take a cinematic approach to song making. Each tune is a vignette, where the fellas get deep into character, to deliver essential parts of the story. As the plot thins and thickens, we’re treated to the sound we’ve come to love, along with a few new card tricks brought to the table. With its infectious, ebullient hook and jaunty flute, lead single “Somebody's Watching You” might seem like a sweet paean to longing, to desire—but it's also an ode to looking in its many forms, to the interplay of gazes online and in real life, to observing, being observed, and performing for the eyes of others. Follow up single "Seabra" is a breezy and romantic, mid-tempo ballad, calling back to Philly soul acts like Teddy Pendergrass or Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes, but infused with a sweet Brazilian samba rhythm, à la Astrud Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim. The Jack Moves enable disparate elements to coexist within sweet soul/R&B, much like the Brazilian community in their home-base of Newark has become an intrinsic part of the city's character. “Lionel Richie” is a hard soul banger, complete with throbbing bassline, menacing drums, luscious string and horn arrangements and cocky vocals. The song is reminiscent of The Ohio Players and Rick James funk, or INXS dance-rock if spun at one of David Mancuso's infamous ‘70s parties at The Loft. It's a distinctly east coast R&B sound, but able to sit comfortably alongside a contemporary outer-regional song like "Am I Wrong" by Anderson .Paak & the Free Nationals, or joints by artists like Bakar and Frank Ocean. Imagine a steaming subway commute through the bowels of the city, to emerge into the powder keg that is NYC… ‘Lionel Richie' is that energy. Perfect for modern and nostalgic soul, funk, boogie, rare groove, and disco playlists. Overall, Cruiserweight is a potent dose of everything we've come to know and love from The Jack Moves, from the sweet soul of "When You're In Love" to the rock & roll tinged "Gatti vs Ward," but with a noticeably more dynamic range. With this record, The Jack Moves promise to strengthen their foothold within the current musical landscape, occupying greater space across genres, and taking significant steps forward into this next chapter. In 2022 The Jack Moves have toured with Thee Sacred Souls, Ghostfunk Orchestra and Weapons of Mass Creation. They’ve been sampled on songs featuring Ghostface Killah and Conway the Machine, and have performed at Brixton Academy, Red Rocks and Billboard Live in Tokyo. Their singles “Somebody’s Watching You” and “Seabra” can be heard on Morning Becomes Eclectic. For those who may have contemplated betting against The Jack Moves… you might be stupid, but don’t be crazy! Cruiserweight will be available October 14th 2022 on Digital and CD with the 1st vinyl pressing due August 2023 クレジット2022年10月14日リリース Produced by The Jack Moves Engineered by Z. Desmondes Strings/Brass/Wind/Harp Engineered by Chris Gilroy Mixed by Chris Gilroy Assisted by: Angelo De Filippis, Matt Huncke, Jacob T. Kiely-Song At Douglass Recording, Brooklyn, NY Mastered by Alex DeTurk at Bunker Mastering Recorded at Arranged by Paul Kyser Published by Indpependent Champion Artwork by Alehsi Lambo (p) & (c) 2022 Everloving, Inc. 2658 Griffith Park Blvd. #115 Los Angeles, Ca. 90039 All rights reserved

[terramous]

granite eyes reflect the flames, ‘til the embers start to tire

a 2x10 speculation fic based on the promo <3 title: anson seabra - kerosene word count: 5k bthb - choking AO3

When Carlos woke up, he wasn’t sure why. He’d barely made it up the stairs after his shift ran long, all but collapsing into the bed. He wasn’t expecting to wake up until TK slotted himself in beside Carlos the next morning. But the room was still dark and there were no arms wrapped around Carlos’ waist or the familiar rhythm of warm breath on the back of his neck. Stretching one arm across the mattress in front of him confirmed that he was still alone in the bed.

And then he heard it. The incessant high-pitched beeping of the smoke alarm at the entrance to the bedroom.

Carlos pulled the other pillow over his head, trying to muffle the noise and hopefully fall back asleep. After all, the beeping was probably just because he needed to change the batteries, and he didn’t feel like getting out of bed for that.

But that didn’t make sense.

TK had changed them the other week. He was always so strict when it came to checking the smoke alarms in the condo. And the air smelt like TK’s hair used to after shift. The smoke would cling to his skin and hair while TK was still a firefighter, and Carlos loved it. He loved the way that the smoke and traces of soot mixed with TK’s sweat and he could taste it as he trailed his lips and tongue up his boyfriend’s throat, TK’s fingers knotted in his hair.

But he was alone and TK didn’t come home smelling like smoke anymore.

That caused Carlos to shoot up, instantly more awake. Something was burning, if not on fire.

He could see the dark tendrils of smoke creeping along the upstairs corridor. He always left the bedroom door open when he was expecting TK to come home while he slept. Although TK always told him that it was safer to sleep with it shut if there was a fire. He just hated being woken up by the sound of the door creaking when TK snuck into the bedroom.

He needed to get out.

There wasn’t even a moment to think before Carlos was bolting for the door. His blankets tumbled to the ground behind him. He didn’t care, he needed to figure out what was burning.

He could have just left something on the stove from his half-asleep attempt to throw something together to eat before he went to bed. But that was the best-case scenario and Carlos wasn’t going to put too much faith in that possibility.

Unfortunately, Carlos didn’t even get the chance to go downstairs and check. He hit the top of the stairs and immediately recoiled from the heat. Flames crawled up the staircase, consuming each step as the fire licked up at Carlos. It seemed almost alive and hungry as it had clearly devoured most of his home.

This was bad.

The only other possible exit that didn’t involve windows that didn’t open fully enough to let him out, was the balcony. He could probably stand on it until help came, and at the worst, he could probably jump into the bushes below it.

That was of course until he turned back towards the bedroom and stepped inside, just to see the flames had begun eating their way through the floor, a wall of fire blocking his view of the balcony. As Carlos stumbled backwards to get away from the heat, he felt a searing pain across his ankle. The fire was at the top of the stairs now, starting to travel along the upstairs floor.

He’d been burned.

His head was swimming as he tried to figure out where to go, but it seemed that everywhere he turned was being engulfed in flames.

TK had said many times that fire spreads faster than you think. Carlos had never really realised how true that statement was until this very moment. He also didn’t realise how hot it got inside. He of course assumed it would be hot but he wasn’t expecting the sweat to pour off of him by the bucket.

Looking around for any possible place to go, Carlos breathed a small sigh of relief when he spotted the closet. If he was in there with the door closed he could keep the smoke at bay for long enough to call for help.

So he sprinted for the nightstand and grabbed his phone before darting for the closet and he almost collapsed amongst the clothes as he pulled the double doors shut behind him.

He allowed himself to take a few breaths to calm himself before he dug around for his phone, having dropped it a short distance from where he was sitting on the ground. There was fabric all around him, pairs of pants providing comforting weight on either shoulder as he dialled the familiar three numbers and pressed the phone to his ear.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

Carlos had to suppress a sob at the familiar sound of Grace’s voice. He didn’t know that she was back at work already but he was so glad to hear her on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” She said when Carlos didn’t reply.

“Grace-” Carlos couldn’t help the way his voice cracked as he began to cough. The smoke was less apparent in the closet, but he knew he’d already inhaled plenty. TK was always lecturing him on the dangers of smoke inhalation, how it would be the most likely thing he would die of if he was stuck in a burning building.

And now he was stuck in a burning building and every breath felt weirder than the last.

“Who is this?” Grace asked, still keeping her voice professional and even.

“Grace,” Carlos breathed, unable to figure out what he was meant to say next. He’d never had to call 911 before, preferring to not have emergencies in his own life. He really didn’t know what to say first, who he was, where he was or how close he thought the fire was to the closet door?

He heard a soft sigh on Grace’s end of the phone call. “Sir, you have to tell me who you are so I can help you.”

“Grace, it’s Carlos.”

“Carlos?” Grace’s voice was stiffer now, still professional but if Carlos concentrated on it he could almost detect a hint of fear. “Carlos, what’s wrong?”

“It’s on fire, Grace.”

“What’s on fire?”

“My house.” He had no idea why he was whispering, it’s not like the fire could hear him, but he still couldn’t find it in him to raise his voice.

“Is there anyone else in the house with you?”

“No. No, it’s just me. I’m alone.”

“Isn’t TK there?”

Carlos wasn’t sure whether he wished TK was there with him so that he wasn’t alone, or if he was more glad that TK wasn’t at home and was consequently safe. “He’s working.”

“Then be prepared for him to fret over you. Units have been dispatched to the scene and the 126 is en route.”

Carlos groaned. He didn’t need TK’s coworkers to see him like this.

“Can you get to the door and get outside?”

“No. The fire is downstairs and I’m upstairs. The stairs were on fire by the time the smoke alarm woke me up.”

“Where are you exactly?”

“In the closet.” Carlos chuckled dryly before dissolving into another fit of coughs. The smoke was getting worse, his chest growing tighter with every breath.

“Is there a window you could try to get to when help arrives?”

“There’s the balcony. I’m not sure if I can get there though.”

“That’s okay. Someone will take the ladder up to the balcony and they’ll have a fire extinguisher. We’ll get you out of there, don’t worry.”

“It’s hard-” Carlos was interrupted by another cough. “It’s hard not to worry. It’s getting very hot in here.”

He could feel the way that the thick sheen of sweat clung to his skin, it was making it difficult to hold his phone without it slipping from his grip. His curls were glued to his skin and he wanted nothing more than a shower. Except maybe to no longer be trapped in a burning building, but he wasn’t going to be fussy.

“Just hang tight for me, okay?”

There were a few more coughs this time, the spasms of his muscles making his chest ache. He was crying now, tears running down his cheeks, from the pain or the smoke, he wasn’t sure. Not that he really cared at that point. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I can ask of you.”

Carlos rested his free hand on his chest, his open palm resting atop where his heart was thundering under his skin. He was terrified, although he would never admit it, his heart rate would give him away. That was, of course, if anyone arrived in time.

The air was getting thicker and he was begging to see light through the edges of the closet door as the flames drew closer.

He was going to die here. Cramped in a closet and wearing nothing but his boxers. Not the way he thought he’d go but there was probably some cruel humour to find in it. If he made it out of here, in the future he and TK could laugh about it, but right now it was getting too hard to breathe and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Carlos.”

“I’m trying not to,” Carlos mumbled as he set his phone down next to him. He barely remembered to put it on speaker. He was losing all of his strength, he really couldn’t even fathom how he would get up and get to the balcony. Maybe Grace could tell the firefighters to just come in and get him.

“Just keep talking to me until I tell you to go to the balcony.”

“Where’s the crew?”

“They’ve pulled up outside. You only have to hold on a little longer, until they can get the ladder up to the balcony. You’re going to be okay, Carlos.”

Carlos laughed as he forced his eyes open. “Aren’t you like, not supposed to tell me that?”

“I make exceptions for my friends.”

“Grace?” Carlos asked, smothering his coughs with his forearm. Every time a cough rocked his body he felt his energy drain. Who knew that the most exhausting part of being trapped in a burning building was the coughing?

“Yeah, Carlos?”

“Am I going to die?”

“No. You’re going to run for the balcony in a sec and they’re going to get you safe and to the hospital.” Grace explained, but Carlos could hear the weird edge to her voice.

“TK’s always talking about smoke inhalation and how bad it is. So even if they get me out of here I could still die, couldn’t I?”

“Technically, but you shouldn’t think like that.”

“Can you tell TK I love him?”

“You can tell him yourself in a matter of minutes.”

“No- Grace, if I die I want you to remind TK that it’s not his fault. He’s going to blame himself, I know he will. I need you to tell him that I don’t blame him, that I never will. You need to tell him that I love him and I’ll never stop loving him.”

“Carlos-”

“Grace,” Carlos said firmly.

“I promise.”

Carlos finally felt like he could breathe. “Thank you.”

“Now use that love for TK to run to the balcony and get back to your boy.”

Carlos gathered up all the strength he could muster, and threw the door to his closet open. This was the moment that defined his future more than any shift or life decision ever could. If he didn’t make it to the balcony now, he was going to die here.

He was going to die. In his boxers and not having the chance to tell everyone how much they mean to him. He wanted to take TK out for dinner tomorrow night, he was meeting up with his parents at Tia Lucy’s in three days. He couldn’t give up now.

He would run for the balcony like he’d never run before. Even if he died now, TK would know that he fought until the end. He would always fight to get back to TK.

The bright orange flames clung to everything Carlos had spent building since he moved into this apartment. It made his chest ache to see his home in the throes of destruction. He’d never be able to come back here, to come back to the memories that he had made here.

The memories with TK would always be his favourite. TK’s side of the bed that TK never seemed to actually sleep on, choosing instead to spend the nights completely entangled with Carlos, was covered in fire.

Stumbling to his feet, his fist curled tightly around his phone, Carlos locked his eyes on the door to the balcony where he could see a firefighter standing with a fire extinguisher in hand, and he ran for it.

Flames licked at his exposed skin as he desperately staggered for his destination. He was so close to getting out of here and to fresh air. He just needed to believe that he could do it.

That, of course, was until the ground let out a deafening creak and Carlos locked fearful eyes with the firefighter. The firefighter gestured for him to keep coming closer but Carlos couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate.

He was going to die.

The floor gave way.

When Carlos finally stopped falling he couldn’t see anything and there was a crushing pressure all around him. He couldn’t take a deep breath even if he wanted to, there was something heavy on his chest.

Everything hurt.

“Grace?” He called out. “Grace, are you there?”

He was met with nothing but silence. It was clear that his phone was long gone. He could almost see Grace’s scared face as she probably called out for him with more desperation than he was crying out for her. He missed her voice. At least when she was on the other end of the phone he didn’t feel so completely alone.

He was going to die alone.

And TK’s team was going to recover his body. He knew they weren’t going to give up on him even if he was dead. They’d pull apart the wreckage until they found his body.

That would destroy TK.

He never wanted to hurt TK but he feared that he may not get a choice in that matter.

After an immeasurable length of time trapped, Carlos could almost swear that he heard his name being called. He wanted to shout back, to tell them that he was here, that he was trapped but he was alive.

He couldn’t take a deep enough breath to do any more than cough pathetically.

There was the light sensation of something falling on his face, maybe some ash or debris. There was the distance scraping and knocking of things being moved. There were people nearby, if only Carlos could stay awake long enough for them to retrieve him, he would be fine.

But his body had other plans. His eyes grew harder and harder to keep open, until eventually he couldn’t anymore.

As his senses dulled, Carlos’ hold on his consciousness slipped.

-

TK was already suiting up as soon as he tumbled out of the ambulance. The second his boots hit the ground he was retrieving the turnout coat from the ladder truck.

Carlos was trapped in his house that was almost entirely covered in flames. The entire downstairs was burning. He could see the bright orange of fire through all of the windows.

“TK, you should stay with EMS, they might need you,” Owen said as he walked up to his son.

TK shook his head as he finished shoving his boot through the turnout pants. “Tommy said it was fine. She understands.”

“I’m not sure I want you in there. You’re too close to this.”

“He’s been in there too long. You need a medic in there and I have more experience with fires than Tommy and Nancy, if not half of your firefighters.”

He was being harsh. He knew this. But Carlos was in danger and he knew he was the best one for the job. He needed to go in there because everyone else would prioritise their own safety but TK didn’t care about anything other than getting his soulmate out of that house alive.

“Alright. Just wait. Paul’s up on the balcony to get him out. You probably won’t have anything to do other than comfort Carlos on the way to the hospital.”

“If it’s all the same to you. I’m going to wait until Carlos is out of danger before I stop preparing to run in there after him. I know the layout better than anyone, I’m not leaving him there,” TK said as he slung an oxygen tank over his shoulder, his medic kit draped over the other.

“I know, TK.”

“Then let me do my job.”

Owen nodded carefully before turning away from TK. He took a few steps to the side but he knew that TK was still within range to hear the responses over the radio.

As a hand came to rest on TK’s shoulder, he stiffened.

“Just me, kid,” Judd’s familiar voice said from behind him. “You gotta believe that your boy is gonna come back to you, and if anything goes wrong I’ll follow you in there.”

“I’m trying, but he’s all alone in there,” TK said. He couldn’t imagine how scared Carlos was right now and he just wished that he could have been home with Carlos. At least then, Carlos wouldn’t be alone and maybe they could have figured out together how to get out safely.

He couldn’t handle just standing outside and doing nothing while the love of his life could die in an inferno. Carlos was supposed to be sleeping peacefully after a long shift, not fighting for his life.

“He’s in there on the phone with Gracie, if anyone can get him out of there, it’s her.”

Judd stiffened when there was a huge crash from the burning structure and Owen’s radio crackled to life.

“Cap, the bedroom floor gave in,” Paul’s voice said over the radio.

“Can you still get to Carlos?”

The radio crackled again but Paul took a few seconds too long to speak. “Reyes went with the floor, Cap.”

TK didn’t need to hear anything else. He pulled the oxygen mask over his face as he bolted towards the building. There was another set of footsteps pounding on the ground behind him. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that it was Judd.

Without even thinking, TK kicked the door off of it’s hinges. It was second nature as his every thought was consumed with Carlos. He needed to get to Carlos.

He blindly stumbled through the familiar floorplan, headed for the pile of debris in the middle of the room. There wasn’t as much fire on the floor anymore, which was both good and bad. It meant that Carlos was not currently burning alive, but it also meant that everything above them was about to come toppling down at the first wrong move.

But TK didn’t care about that. All he cared about was getting Carlos out of there, or he would die trying. Judd could leave whenever he wanted, but TK would never give up on Carlos.

He started digging before Judd could even catch up. He was grabbing pieces of ceiling and floor and smouldering hunks of furniture, tossing them aside in a desperate panic.

“Carlos!” he screamed. He kept screaming out Carlos’ name, over and over until his throat was raw. And even then he didn’t stop.

Judd fell in place on the other side of the mound, pulling it apart with the same ferocity as TK. He wasn’t as desperate but TK knew that he was giving it everything he had.

TK’s arms were burning with the effort when they were joined. Three other bodies in full turnout gear pulling away the rubble until Judd called out that he had found Carlos’ foot. It was burned and covered in soot but it was there and it was soon followed by another shout of “he’s got a distal pulse!”

Carlos was still alive.

They were all desperate now as they dug.

It only took them a matter of minutes to completely uncover Carlos. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed as he was clearly unconscious. Soot covered his entire- incredibly exposed- body. Blood caked his skin but most of the wound looked superficial, aside from the one on his head that was still bleeding. What was most concerning were the burns. There were large areas of his legs and arms covered in burnt flesh, as well as what looked like the mottled bruising of internal bleeding on Carlos’ chest and abdomen.

TK was already pulling off his turnout gloves and swapping them for the familiar blue latex gloves as he knelt in place near Carlos’ head.

On autopilot he ran his knuckles along Carlos’ sternum, hoping for his boyfriend to wake up and glare at him in response to the pain. But there was nothing.

Everyone else found their place in the scene. TK was vaguely aware of a backboard being laid beside Carlos, ready for TK’s order that it was safe to move him.

“Radio Tommy and get her on standby for when we get him out,” TK said in a voice that was too even and calm for the situation that it startled even him. He was honestly surprised that he was managing to keep his cool at a time like this.

He was mentally running over the steps he needed to take before they could move Carlos and million times before his body kicked into gear.

He checked Carlos’ airway and it was clear, but the amount of soot and burns lining his airway made TK’s panic kick into high-gear.

“Paul, start a line. I’m going to intubate him.”

Now this. This was terrifying.

TK had intubated heaps of patients. Most had been in the back of the ambulance. Some had been in awkward and precarious locations. He’d even intubated a handful of cases of severe smoke inhalation.

But this was going to be the ultimate test. He had to maneuver himself through the rubble to get to a position where he could do this. Carlos’ airway was compromised and he needed to intubate him before there was too much swelling from the smoke to do so.

Carefully, TK tiled Carlos’ head back as little as he could. He wasn’t going to be able to pull this off with a cervical collar on so he needed to be careful. He had his left hand anchoring Carlos’ head in place and his right free to work.

TK’s hand was shaking as he slotted the laryngoscope in Carlos’ mouth. Even with the flashlight on the end of it, he was struggling to get a clear view. It was in a moment like this that he wished Tommy was right next to him and ready to take over, but they didn’t have time for that.

With a few seconds of fiddling he could see his path down Carlos’ throat. It was at this point that it really hit him that this was Carlos and he almost froze. He couldn’t afford to panic so he just held his breath.

It took TK a precious moment or two to gather his bearings and slide the tube in place. He got it in with surprisingly little resistance.

Then it was just a matter of removing the scope, inflating the cuff, and pulling out his stethoscope. There were a few tense seconds where he listened to both sides of Carlos’ chest to determine that he’d placed the tube correctly.

TK felt like he could finally truly breathe once he confirmed that the intubation had gone off without a hitch as he attached the bag and gestured for Paul, Judd and Mateo to help him get Carlos onto the backboard.

The ease at which TK could slip the cervical collar around Carlos’ neck as if it was as simple as breathing was an appreciated change of pace.

Marjan was already radioing that they were getting Carlos ready to bring out when TK carefully scooped his hands under Carlos’ chest.

“On my count,” he instructed.

With the swift count of three they moved Carlos quickly and carefully, like a well oiled machine they got him on the backboard and quickly worked to fasten him in place. TK would never take the mundane tasks of his job for granted ever again, especially because now he could do them without having to think about them, his fear not interfering with his ability to do his job.

In a blur they got Carlos out of the building and onto the gurney that was waiting a matter of feet away from the entrance for them. TK knew he would never be able to fully express his gratitude for his team, but he knew that he would always be there to risk everything for them as they had for Carlos.

Tommy gave TK a nod before she started giving out orders and the gurney was headed towards the ambulance. Carlos was in good hands, but he wasn’t out of the woods yet.

TK meant to follow the gurney but his legs lost their strength as his adrenaline started to wear off, but Paul and Judd were quick to catch him and offer him a short, yet comforting embrace before dragging him towards the ambulance where he climbed in after Carlos.

-

Carlos’ senses were overwhelming the second he realised they had returned to him. Everything was loud, there was something scratchy against his skin, everything hurt and he was very cold.

The first thing he did, before even opening his eyes, was take a deep breath.

Which proved itself to be a bad idea because almost instantly, his lungs spasmed and he was launched into full consciousness as he coughed until there were tears running down his face.

But the air was clear and there was a comforting hand on his back.

As his hacking ceased, he was being eased back until he was lying down again. Looking around for the first time since waking up, Carlos saw the only thing he could have wanted to see. TK.

TK who was stroking his hair and looking at him with eyes brimming with tears.

Carlos was the one to break the silence between them. “Hey.”

“Hi,” TK whispered with a watery smile as he brought his hands up to cradle Carlos’ face, his thumbs trailing across Carlos’ skin. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you awake.”

“Did-” Carlos’ sentence was interrupted by a few pitiful coughs. “Did you forget the part where you got shot and were in a coma?”

TK shrugged. “The past is in the past.”

“As soon as I get out of this bed I am going to strangle you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” TK said with a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his lips.

The smile didn’t reach TK’s eyes, however. It was all the information that Carlos needed to be sure that this was a serious hospital visit. He didn’t faint on shift because he forgot to eat or pass out because he drank too much. He could see it in TK’s eyes, his boyfriend was terrified.

There was the added layer of the redness and the tear tracks on TK’s cheeks. He’d been crying. Of course he had.

“What happened?” Carlos asked, lifting a hand to cup TK’s cheek in his palm. TK visibly melted into the touch as he closed his eyes and a few tears slipped free.

“There was a fire at the condo, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?” Carlos asked, now worried as he scanned TK for any sign of injuries.

TK nodded, biting his bottom lip that Carlos now noticed was raw from being anxiously chewed on for probably a few hours. “Yeah. I’m fine. I was at work.”

“Why do you look like someone ran over your cat?”

“You almost died, Carlos. You were on a ventilator for thirteen hours, they took you off of it about an hour ago but you inhaled a lot of smoke,” TK explained. Carlos ignored the way TK’s voice cracked, it had obviously been a rough time for him.

“Where is everyone?”

“You’re in the ICU, so visitors are limited. Your dad was in here with me not too long ago but he decided to give me some time alone with you. He, your mom, and everyone else are out in the waiting room. We’ve all been very worried.”

“Can we just be alone together for a little while? Just before you go out and get them?”

TK smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to Carlos’ forehead. “We can be alone for as long as you need. No one is going anywhere anytime soon.”

“So you’ll stay?”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

TK grinned as he said that, and Carlos could see, for the first time since he’d woken up, an emotion on TK’s face that was raw and genuine and didn’t make him want to cry in sympathy.

“Are you going to tape a smoke alarm to my forehead from now on?”

TK pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. “Now, I didn’t think of that, but it’s a really good idea.”

“Do not,” Carlos said firmly, as TK pulled out his phone.

With a soft laugh TK poked his tongue out at Carlos. “I’m ordering smoke detectors.”

Carlos groaned. “You’re a menace.”

“You love me.”

“And you’re pushing your luck.”

[tertuliasdeculturaportuguesa]

Sábado, 22 de Fevereiro, pelas 15h, arrancam as Tertúlias de Cultura Portuguesa de 2025, na Cooperativa do Povo Portuense, no Porto.

A abrir este novo ciclo de encontros dedicados à cultura nacional e ao pensamento português, teremos a honra de receber o Professor José Carlos Seabra Pereira, para uma evocação de Luís Vaz de Camões intitulada: "O legado poético de Camões - viver perigosamente para as «cousas grandes»".

No final deste encontro será ainda apresentado o livro "Ensaios Espirituais", uma obra até agora inédita do poeta e pensador Guerra Junqueiro.

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Gaguim destina caminhonetes em defesa das mulheres do Tocantins

Palmas, a capital tocantinense, foi palco de um evento marcante que ficará gravado na memória da comunidade local. O Deputado Federal Carlos Gaguim e a Senadora Professora Dorinha Seabra uniram forças para realizar a entrega oficial de 64 caminhonetes, representando um investimento total de 20 milhões de reais. Esse gesto simboliza um compromisso sólido com a proteção e segurança das mulheres do…

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Carlos Seabra

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EM SOLIDARIEDADE A JAILSON CORREIA – MÉDICO, PESQUISADOR E SECRETÁRIO DE SAÚDE DO RECIFE

Nós – Profissionais, Professores/as, Pesquisadores/as e militantes da área da Saúde – vimos através desta demonstrar nossa solidariedade e apoio a Jailson Correia. Somos testemunhas, ao longo dos anos, da sua retidão de caráter, competência técnica e compromisso político com o Sistema Único de Saúde.

Recife, 31 de maio de 2020.

ASSINAM:

Adelaide Caldas – Sanitarista

Adilis Stepple da Fonte Neto – Médico

Adriana Scavuzzi Carneiro da Cunha – Médica

Adriano Massuda – Médico Sanitarista e pesquisador-visitante em Harvard/EUA

Afra Suassuna – Médica Sanitarista

Alfredo Costa – Médico Sanitarista

Alfredo Macedo Gomes – Reitor UFPE

Alexandre Neto – Enfermeiro Sanitarista

Alexandre Padilha – Médico infectologista, ex-ministro da saúde

Alexandre Stamford da Silva – Professor de Economia e Diretor de Inovação da SECTI

Amélia Lyra – Médica Psiquiatra

Ana Brito – Médica Epidemiologista

Ana Glória Melcop – Sanitarista

Ana Luiza Fassizoli – Médica

Ana Maria Aguiar – Médica

Ana Paula Sóter – Médica Sanitarista, ex-Secretária Executiva do Ministério da Saúde

Ana Paula F de Souza Leão – Médica

André Longo – Médico Cardiologista

André Luis Bonifácio de Carvalho – Fisioterapeuta, ex-dirigente do Ministério da Saúde

Anna Renata Lemos – Servidora pública

Antônio Alves de Souza – Médico Cirurgião Geral, Médico do Trabalho e Mestre em Saúde Coletiva

Antônio Carlos dos Santos Figueira – Médico, ex-secretário de saúde de PE

Antônio Cavalcanti – Médico

Aristides Oliveira – Médico de Família e Comunidade, Sanitarista, Mestre em Saúde Coletiva

Arthur Chioro – Médico Sanitarista, ex-ministro da saúde, Professor da Unifesp

Beate Saegesser Santos – Professora do Curso de Farmácia da UFPE

Bernadete Antunes – Médica Sanitarista – Professora da UPE

Breno Caldas de Araújo – Biomédico e membro da Incubatecs UFPE

Caio Souza Leao – Médico

Carlota Coelho – Enfermeira

Carlos Abath – Médico Radiologista Intervencionista

Carlos Eduardo Guimarães Padilha – Médico infectologista

Carlos Vasconcellos – Médico de Família e Comunidade

Carmelita Maia e Silva – Médica Sanitarista

Carol Gois Leandro – Pró-reitora de pesquisa e pós graduação da UFPE

Carolina Martins – Médica

Catarina Cavalcanti – Médica

Celia MMB de Castro – Médica e Professora Do Departamento de Medicina Tropical

Claudeni Brito de Souza Leao – Gerente da Central de Leitos do Estado

Claudia Roberta Miranda Pereira – Médica

Cinthia Kalyne de Almeida Alves – Sanitarista, Terapeuta Ocupacional e Professora da UFPE

Cristiano de Souza Leão – Médico

Cristina Mota – Médica

Cristina Sette – Sanitarista e Professora

Cristiana Acevedo Zarzar – Sanitarista

Cristiano Augusto Recksher – Médico

Cynthia Braga – Pesquisadora em Saúde Pública/Fiocruz-PE

Demetrius Montenegro – Médico Infectologista

Demócrito Miranda- Médico Infectologista

Diogo Aguiar – Fisioterapeuta – Mestre em Saúde coletiva

Dione Maciel – Médica e Docente UPE e UFPE

Djalma Agripino de Melo Filho – Médico Epidemiologista

Eduardo Bezerra – Sanitarista

Eduardo Jorge Fonseca – Médico

Eduardo Jorge Abrantes da Fonte – Médico

Euclides Dias Martins Filho – Médico Cirurgião

Eliane Cruz – Mestre em Direitos Humanos e Cidadania

Eliane Germano – Enfermeira

Erika Siqueira – Médica de Família e Sanitarista

Fabia Pottes Enfermeira e Professora do curso de enfermagem da UFPE

Fatima Brito – Médica

Fausto Pereira dos Santos – Médico Sanitarista, Ex-presidente da ANS

Felipe Proenço – Médico – Doutor em Saúde Coletiva e Professor de Medicina

Fernando Henrique Cabral- Médico nefrologista infantil

Filipe Aragao Felix – Médico

Fernando Augusto Marinho dos Santos Figueira – Médico

Fernando Moraes – Médico

Flávio Lins – Médico do trabalho

Francisco Santos – Fisioterapeuta, Doutor em Saúde Coletiva, Prof. UFPE.

Francisco Mário De Biase Neto – Médico

Francisco Rafael do Couto Soares – Médico

Garibaldi Gurgel – Médico, Doutor em Saúde Coletiva e pesquisador da Fiocruz/PE

Gessyanne Vale Paulino- sanitarista, ex presidente do Cosems

Gilda Kelner – Médica

Giliate Coelho – Médico de Família e Comunidade, Sanitarista e Mestre em Saúde Coletiva

Glauber Moreira Leitao – Médico oncologista

Glaydes Maria Torres de Lima – Médica e Professora de Medicina

Graça Cavalcante – Sanitarista e Médico de Família e Comunidade

Graça Oliveira – Médica Pediatra

Guilherme V. De Mendonça Filho – Médico

Gustavo Couto – Médico Psiquiatra

Heider Pinto – Médico Sanitarista, Mestre em Saúde Coletiva e Professor

Helena Catão – Psicóloga – SMS Recife

Humberto Antunes – Médico

Humberto Costa – Médico, ex-ministro da saúde

Idê Gurgel – Médica, Doutora em Saúde Coletiva e Pesquisadora da Fiocruz/PE

Isabel Brandão Correia – Médica de Família e Comunidade

Isabel Cristina Areia Lopes Pereira – Médica

Joao Paulo Ribeiro Neto – Médico

Joanna Freire – cirurgiã Dentista – Sanitarista

José Édson de Sousa – Médico, Secretário de Saúde de Brejo da Madre de Deus

Jose Luiz de Lima Filho – Médico

Jose Luiz de Figueiredo – Médico

José Luís Simões – Profissional de Educação Física e Professor do Centro de Educação da UFPE

Jones Albuquerque- Cientista da Computação

José de Arimatea Rocha Filho – Farmacêutico do HC-UFPE

Jose Roberto Correia – Psicanalista

José Wellington Barros – Médico

Jurema Telles – Médica Oncologista e Professora de Medicina

Kaline Maciel – Médica

Karina Tenório – Servidora Pública

Lannuze Gomes Andrade- Enfermeira

Lara Ximenes – Médica de Família e comunidade e Sanitarista

Lélia Moreira- Médica da Família e Comunidade

Lia Bissoli Malaman – Enfermeira Sanitarista, Doutoranda em saúde coletiva/Unicamp

Lucia Katharina Röhr – Médica ginecologista e obstetra

Luciana Albuquerque – Dentista Sanitarista

Luiz Alberto Reis Mattos Junior – Médico e superintendente do Hospital das Clínicas da UFPE

Maira Galdino Pitta – Farmacêutica e Diretora de Inovação da UFPE

Marcos Pedrosa – Médico de Família e comunidade

Marcelo Padilha – Médico

Maria Cristina dos Santos Figueira – Enfermeira

Maria do Carmo Duarte – Médica pediatra

Maria de Fátima Militao – Médica Epidemiologista

Maria Julia Gonçalves de Melo – Médica Pediatra

Mariana Seabra – Enfermeira Sanitarista

Marina Kelner Silveira – Médica

Mecciene Mendes Rodrigues – Médica Hansenóloga e Doutora em Medicina Tropical

Mecneide Lins: Médica Pediatra Hemato/oncologista

Melania Maria Ramos de Amorim – Médica ginecologista e obstetra , Epidemiologista e Professora da Pós-Graduação em Saúde Integral do IMIP

Moacyr Jesus Barreto de Melo Rego – Professor e pesquisador do NUPIT UFPE