#filip iii

[cabiiefilms05]

[carloskaplan]

Rubens: Filipe III, rei de España, a cabalo

[ifreakingloveroyals]

8 May 2019 | Prince Charles, Prince of Wales and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall with Saxony Premier Michael Kretschmer and his wife Annett Hofmann, Leipzig Mayor Burkhard Jung and his wife Ayleena wave to people on top of the 'Rathaus' in Leipzig, Germany. Their Royal Highnesses are paying an official visit to Germany at the request of the British government. The four-day-trip from May 7-10 will include visits to Berlin, Leipzig and Munich. (c) Filip Singer - Pool/Getty Images

[canadianartjunkie]

Tattoo art: The Mui Collection

[flordemurta]

Antónia Rodrigues was arguably one of the most intriguing and significant in portuguese History, yet she remains largely unrecognised.

She was born on the 5th of january 1572, the daughter of Leonor Dias and Simão Rodrigues, and lived in the parish of Nossa Senhora da Apresentação, in Aveiro. Simão was a deep-sea fisherman, which meant he spent most of his time away from home and due to this and because of poverty, they decided to send Antónia to Lisbon, where her married sister lived.

Once in Lisbon, Antónia began to feel “more liberated” — partly because her sister was quite neglectful and careless in her upbringing, which instilled in Antónia a haughty character “unsuitable” for her age, and always refusing to do tasks deemed “appropriate for her gender”.

Until one day, she learned that a caravel named “Nossa Senhora do Socorro” was settling sail for Mazagan with a cargo of wheat. At the time, Antónia was 15 years old, yet in the eyes of the people, she was remarkably beautiful, elegant, with long black hair, dark eyes, a tanned complexion, and full lips. So, she decided to cut her hair and wear “masculine” clothes, adopted the name “António” and enlisted for the crew of the coveted caravel. The captain immediately noted how easily António climbed the masts, without fear of falling or being disturbed by the swaying of the storms.

After his martime adventure and upon reaching Mazagan, due to the merit and good reputation, he had gained throughout his adventure, António decided to enlist as a simple soldier in the portuguese troop and the troops’ governor immediately accepted. The moroccans attempted several times to regain Mazagan from the portuguese empire, and although they were always repelled, they never gave up trying. It was in one of these attempts that António, a young soldier, with his bravery, won the decisive battle, and from then on, he was regarded as a hero.

António began to be invited by wealthy and well-known families of the time to soirées, he engaged with ladies, dancing and drinking with them, having long conversations with many of them. With that, Rodrigues, to conceal his true identity, nurtured some of these relationships and many of them ended up falling in love with him. Among these ladies. Beatriz de Menezes, the daughter of a very influential nobleman, stands out. Beatriz was so in love with António that she became seriously ill with the fear of losing her beloved, prompting her father to compel António to ask for his daughter’s hand. However, the soldier had no choice but to reveal the whole truth about himself, including the fact that she came from a very poor and humble family.

The truth is Antónia suffered no punishment, and little is known about her life after this revelation, except that she eventually married an acquaintance from the portuguese troop, and together they had a son (whose identity remains unknown), she returned to Portugal and shortly afterward became a widow. King Filipe II of Portugal and III of Spain even granted her a great proze for her bravery in crossing the boundaries imposed by society.

Antónia Rodrigues passed away in 1641.

[the-hinky-panda]

something isn't right babe, I keep catching little words but the meaning is thin

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Four months later finds you and Chibs back in Ireland. You’re picking up three horses which means more tack boxes which means more guns. It worked well enough the first trip, so a second trip was quickly put into motion to return a few months later. He called you a few times to work out the travel dates. You met for drinks to discuss where you were with clients for the horses this trip. Chibs was grateful that a few of those business meetings quickly took a turn to an impromptu dinner where conversation turned to less business focused topics. It makes the second trip to Ireland that more enjoyable. 

You must feel it too because the afternoon of your horse brokerage, you call him while still at the horse stable. The farm owner invited you to the weekly community gathering that is hosted on the property. And now you are extending the invitation to him. He knows what those gatherings are like, the local whiskey, live music, bonfire. They’re nothing like the loud nightclubs in Belfast or the rowdy times the MC tend to have. He wants to make sure you know what to expect from the farm owner’s invite. 

“It’s not gonna be a wild time, luv,” he tells you. 

“Yeah, I’m not really looking for a wild time.” You pause. “Would you like to join us anyway?” 

He bites back a smile at your hesitation, the woman who charges headlong through life. “I’d love to.” 

You text him the address and he arrives just as the first stars appear in the night sky. The barn is lit up, a makeshift bar set up in the tack room. He sees a couple familiar faces, those who are in the know about the gun smuggling but no one acknowledges each other. The farm owner introduces himself, Sean O’Malley, shakes his hand, and points him in the direction of the fire pit. That’s where you sit, a wool blanket draped around your shoulders as you talk animatedly with a couple other riders. 

You’re beautiful, absolutely stunning. The flickering firelight dances across your face and hands, giving you an ethereal appearance. The two girls are listening in rapt attention to some story you’re telling about one of your competitions. You’re smiling, animated…happy. And it’s amazing to see. 

He knows from your conversations you’ve been partying less and less. Your drug use is down to a periodic joint and nothing else. The drinking, that’s been a bit harder for you to get under control but you’re trying. He can see there’s something you’re going to war with, something that you can’t quite get over. He sees it come across your expression like a cloud, darkening that wildfire inside of you from time to time. That is why he’s so pleased to see you as happy as you are at this moment. 

The story ends and the girls are called back to the barn by some hopeful local youths and you’re left alone by the fire. You start to stand up to follow them but you catch him moving towards you. Without fail, as soon as your eyes land on him, a wide smile breaks across your face. You always looks so fucking happy to see him and he has no idea why. 

“Evening, luv,” he greets as he takes the seat next to you on the wooden bench and gives you a brief kiss on the cheek. 

“Hi, Filip,” you respond, your fingers gently brushing against the scar on his cheek. 

He likes hearing his name fall from your lips. He likes feeling your hands on his skin. The way your fingers slip between his and fiddle with his rings. The feel of your skin under his thumb as he traces the tattoo of snaffle bits that circle your wrist like a bracelet. He likes you very, very much. So much in fact, he’s beginning to wonder if there’s something more to these feelings. He still thinks about that kiss from your last trip here, the desire and sheer want of it. There were a few other minor flirtations, hand holding and brief kisses on the cheek, but nothing had the heat of that first kiss. 

You glance over your shoulder, making sure you’re alone, and laugh softly. “We’re getting pretty good at this little covert operation, aren’t we?” 

“So far it’s working well.” He catches your eye, makes sure you’re looking at him, open to hearing what he’s not explicitly saying. “You’re a good partner.” 

You process it for a moment, most likely catching on to his double meaning, and then scoff, giving a small shake of your head. “I don’t think anyone has made the mistake of calling me that before.” 

“Well, that wild reputation of yours is starting to change a bit, now isn’t it?” 

“Sort of,” you hold up your glass. “This is my fourth one.” 

“Some habits are harder to quit than others.” He sighs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and phrasing. He wants to know what this demon is that is driving you to drink. But you’re a business woman, you won’t give anything unless you get something. He needs to give you a piece of his history in order to get a piece of yours. “I’ve seen the bottom of many a whiskey bottle. Especially after I was exiled from here. Left a wife, a little girl, most of my heart. Life didn’t seem worth being conscious for anymore.” 

“Let me guess, the MC saved you.” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “I saved myself. Woke up one morning tired of being so fucking numb. Couldn’t go back, couldn’t change anything, just move forward. So, I did.” 

You’re staring down into the remnants of your drink, your thumb running along the edge of the glass. “So what if you don’t have anything to move forward towards?” 

Once again, he sees that darkness cloud your face and shutter your eyes. “But you do, luv. You’re making money hand over fist right now. You’re going to purchase that farm, start your business. You’re going to-” 

“I have MS, Filip.” 

He thinks he misheard you. He plays it over again in his mind, keeps replaying it until it settles like a piece of barbed wire in his skin. “MS?” 

“Yeah. I was sleeping all the time for no apparent reason. I had some tingling in my fingers, difficulty holding reins. They found a couple lesions on my spine, small enough to cause the symptoms. Started me on some experimental treatments. That was eight years ago and no new lesions have shown up. I have another scan next week though.” 

Words completely fail him at the moment. He wanted an answer, and he fucking got one. Certainly not one that he wanted to hear, but it snaps everything into perspective. An acute painful perspective. He slips his hand into yours, his thumb running over that familiar tattoo on your wrist. 

“I like you,” you say quietly. “I like you a lot, Filip. I figured you should know what damaged goods you’re handling. It’s only fair.” 

Damaged goods. As if he’s not sitting there with two large facial scars and many more scattered across his body, his dark hair quickly growing more gray each day. He finishes his whiskey and sets the glass on the ground. “If anyone claims they’re not damaged, they’re just trying to sell something.” 

You emit a small laugh. “True.” 

He stares at your entwined hands, your slender fingers in between his. He’s never known anyone with MS but he knows the outcome of the disease. There’ll come a day when your grip won’t have much strength. Where there’ll be a tremor in your fingers. Time can’t be wasted, not when he knows it’s going to run out faster than normal. When he leans towards you with the intention of kissing you, you lean back slightly. He gives you a curious look, you’ve never moved away from him before. 

“I don’t want your pity.” You state it simply, matter of fact. 

A slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s to say you’re not showing this old Scot pity, huh? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly in pristine condition either, luv.” 

That seems to soften you a bit, dropping some of the protective walls you’ve grown used to throwing up with this particular confession. You bring a hand up to the side of his face, the pad of your thumb following the scar on his cheek. That shadow is still there behind your eyes, the weight of your condition now easily recognized. But there’s a soft smile curving your lips and he stares at that until you close the space between you and press those lips to his. 

[why-i-love-comics]

Nightwing #99 - "Power Vacuum III" (2022)

written by Tom Taylor art by Bruno Redondo, Geraldo Borges, Caio Filipe, & Adriano Lucas

[sollannaart]

Józef Poniatowski’s family album

Part III. Maternal relatives

Because prince Józef's mother wasn't Polish, the information I have about her family is much less in comparison with the Poniatowskis. Nevertheless, there is still something on the topic I can share with you.

As I wrote before, prince Józef got his first name in honor of an uncle, his mother's brother. Et voila - here he is:

Filip Josef Count Kinský of Vchynice and Tetovo

Being born in 1741 he was a year younger that Teresa. And apart from those two among the sibling there were also the older brother Franz Ferdinand and the younger sister Maria Anna.

As stated in the German Wikipedia (there is no information about him in English), he chose a military career resigning in 1783 from the imperial army with the rank of major general.

His personal life, however, didn't look like a happy one. According to a family contract, he was engaged to his cousin Marie Auguste but she died in 1763 not coming of age. In 1787 Filip Josef married the Countess Maria Theresia von Dietrichstein who was 17 years younger than him. But she left him shortly after the wedding and next year the marriage was annulled.

So it look like the closest person to Filip Josef was his sister Teresa, prince Józef's mother. As stated in the article, she often visited him in Chraustowitz Castle, a residence he inherited from their mother. In Teres's honor, Filip Josef even built a small hunting castle Theresienlust (of which only the ruins remain).

One more interesting fact to add here is that the mother of the Kinskys siblings was of Italian origins, born Maria Theresia Capece, marquise di Rofrano.

Who else of the Kinskys is IMO worth to mention it is prince Józef's third cousin, Ferdinand, the 5th Prince Kinsky of Wchinitz and Tettauv:

Lithograph by Josef Kriehuber

Doesn't he look a little bit like prince Józef? ;)

But Ferdinand was 18 years younger than Poniatowski, he was in 1781, in Vienna (the latter fact makes probable prince Józef, who was living in Vienna that time, knew about such a cousin of his).

And Ferdinand Kinsky also chose a military carrier, he took part in the war of 1809; however, his regiment wasn’t among the ones which invaded the Duchy of Warsaw, captain Kinsky’s battalion fought the French in the battles of Regensburg, Aspern and Wagram.

I didn’t find any information whether Ferdinand Kinsky participated in 1812 in Napoleon’s Russian campaign, but he found his death in that very year. While inspecting his estates in Weltrus he fell from his horse and died shortly afterwards as a result of the accident.

Also prince Józef might have known two brothers, Josef and Franz Josef Kinskis, who also were his third cousins and as well served in the Austrian Army (being a thirty years older than Poniatowski they might have provided some protection over him when he was starting his military career).

In addition, there was a Dutch line of the Kinskys family, from whose representatives Franz Friedrich was a contemporary of prince Józef but I have very much doubts whether Poniatowski knew those people.

[thricedead]

I collected a list of my stories whose chapters have titles for fun and because I am extremely autistic about lists and such. Includes notes on literary references!

BEFORE SHE CALLS THEM TO DINNER (i) may all my attempts be fruitful and tender (ii) singing - la la - they go (iii) the missing rib (iv) lamento (v) stay a while, thou art so - (vi) un, deux (vii) it was almost morning when Filip arrived at the terminal

notes: (i) refers to a mother's wish to have children and the poignant dissonance between this and the way early childbirth influenced Laura (ii) is a quote from Chuuya Nakahara (iii) refers to the biblical story of Adam and Eve (iv) refers to the Nitro Chiral VN (v) a quote from Goethe's Faust (vi) just "one, two" in French, but it is taken from World's End Dancehall (vii) a quote from The Return of Filip Latinovicz

THESE BODIES MADE OF GRAVE DIRT I temptation II consummation

notes: pretty standard meanings. the story is about sex.

CURTAIN CALL 1. Prometheus Bound x Silk Rope, not Nylon x London Bridge is Falling Down 2. Oedipus the King x Plague upon Troy x With More Heart, Dear Customer 3. Iphigenia in Tauris x Sado-Maso Waltz x Eighth House Stellium

notes: Each chapter contains the title of a tragedy from one of the three Greek masters, some sort of an omen of misfortune and an allusion to sex. (1) Prometheus Bound is a tragedy from Aeschylus, silk rope refers to bondage and London Bridge is Falling Down is... from Black Butler to be honest (2) Oedipus the King is a tragedy from Sophocles, plague upon Troy refers to an event from the Iliad and the third part paraphrases a verse from Anna no Musica (3) Iphigenia in Tauris is a tragedy from Eurpides, the second part is self explanatory and the eighth house stellium was once mentioned to me to be the worst possible thing thing on a birth chart

TO ESTABLISH TIES I...Youth and Death II...Dither III...After Dark

notes: (I) Youth and Death is a play by Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (II) This is just a fitting word that I like (III) After Dark is a book by Haruki Murakami

AND EVERY DAY IS SUNDAY I...Thus far obtained II...The little lower road III...The gaps of sunlight IV...Trees, play your part discreetly V...These my frail bones VI...Voyage sans retour VII...Well then, goodbye, he said VIII...I forgot about everything then and gently contemplated time

notes: (I) just a phrase (II) allusion to the Palace Perspective essays (III) Mitski verse (IV, ,V, VII, VIII) Nakahara quotes (VI) Malice Mizer album

WRITING THAT'S TOO GOOD FOR ITS OWN GOOD I ... linger II ... the ends III ... Fritzspiel IV ... en garde

notes: (I) just a word (II) an allusion to "these violent delights have violent ends" (III) A play by Boris Senker (IV) alludes to Toreador from Carmen

[lesser-known-composers]

Joaquín Turina (1882-1949) : Piano trio “Círculo” op. 91

I. Amanecer 0:00 II. Melodía 4:38 III. Crepúsculo 7:12

DSCH - Shostakovich Ensemble : Filipe Pinto-Ribeiro – piano, Esther Hoppe - violin, Christian Poltéra - cello

[nk-high-theater-department]

Do you want to know more? All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. :)

Izaak Ferdinand Ypsilon Otto Utrecht Cornelis Anton Nico Richard Eduard Anton Dirk Theodoor Hendrik Izaak Simon Ypsilon Otto Utrecht Anton Richard Eduard Anton Lodewijk Richard Eduard Anton Dirk Ypsilon Izaak Nico Theodoor Hendrik Eduard Pieter Lodewijk Anton Ypsilon

Tore Helge Erik Petter Ludvig Adam Yngve Helge Adam Sigurd Niklas Olof Bertil Erik Gustav Ivar Niklas Niklas Ivar Niklas Gustav Adam Niklas David Niklas Olof Erik Niklas David Tore Helge Erik Sigurd Helge Olof Wilhelm Martin Urban Sigurd Tore Gustav Olof Olof Niklas

Cäsar Anton Richard Cäsar Otto Samuel Anton Ida Samuel Emil Viktor Emil Richard Ypsilon Wilhelm Heinrich Emil Richard Emil Anton Nordpol Dora Nordpol Otto Wilhelm Heinrich Emil Richard Emil

Adam Niklas David Yngve Olof Urban Adam Rudolf Erik Adam Ludvig Rudolf Erik Adam David Yngve Ivar Niklas Tore Helge Erik Petter Ludvig Adam Yngve

Tore Helge Erik Olof Niklas Ludvig Yngve Wilhelm Adam Yngve Olof Urban Tore Ivar Sigurd Tore Helge Rudolf Olof Urban Gustav Helge Adam Niklas David Tore Helge Erik Olof Niklas Ludvig Yngve Wilhelm Adam Yngve Tore Helge Rudolf Olof Urban Gustav Helge Ivar Sigurd Tore Olof Sigurd Olof Ludvig Viktor Erik THE ENIGMA OF THE DRAGON

Dirk Otto Ypsilon Otto Utrecht Willem Anton Nico Theodoor Theodoor Otto Karel Nico Otto Willem Maria Otto Richard Eduard

Tore Helge Erik Kalle Erik Yngve Sigurd Olof Filip Tore Helge Erik Erik Niklas Ivar Gustav Martin Adam Adam Rudolf Erik

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stay tuned <3

[nwfairy]

18 & 53 for Cooper & Rene

18. Circus AU and 53. Mutual Pining

God, implying that these two arn’t clowns already?

Hmmmmm okay, so my brain is now going in about 13 different ways these two could be in the circus tropes, act x act; ringmaster x act; wealthy patron? Sky’s the limit (or well the big top is) not to mention the kinds of acts a circus might have!

But let’s focus on the mutual part: the core of this trope focuses on two people really liking each other that way and can’t get to together for some reason so will deny themselves the action or don’t know for whatever reason that they like each other.

…

Hmmmmm okay, so I’m also going to inverse some of Rene/Cooper’s normal social classes, annnnnd HECK Kira is alive AU, oooh we can keep it DE themed and have it set as a Suzerainty Age AU too…

Cooper Anyavitch is a person of means, the heir to their late family’s fortune and title, and raising their younger sister Kira in the hight of the Filip the III reigns. After their mother passes and their father disappears into the middle of the night— Cooper decides to take a more permanent address at the town house in Revachol to take more active control of the family businesses, and to make sure Kira was raised with the best opportunities.

Rene Dubois is the new Ringmaster of the Dubois and Son’s Circus, (a name that his younger sister finds objectionable, but the circus was named that before she came along thank you) as his father steps down to take more of a backseat operations. The problem being that now that Rene is in the front of things he realized that the Circus was failing and needing of a benefactor.

Kira Anyavitch is almost 10 and has some opinions about her siblings marriage prospects. And of giraffes. These two hyper-fixations were not unconnected, although she’s been been excited to see the giraffes since she heard she was coming to Revachol.

Set across backdrop of brewing political tensions are turning sharp as communist rhetoric has started to proliferate the working class…

As always Cooper is mine and Rene belongs to @doddsmountain

[carloskaplan]

Filipe III, rei de España

[historiamedieval]

Berengária de Navarra nasceu por volta de 1165, a filha mais velha de Sancho VI 'o Sábio' Rei de Navarra e Sancha de Castela. Ela tinha 3 irmãos, Sancho (futuro rei Sancho VII de Navarra), Fernando e Ramiro, bispo de Pamplona e duas irmãs Constança e Branca de Navarra, que se casaram com o conde Teobaldo III de Champagne. Berengária foi descrita como tendo cabelos e olhos escuros, "pequena e uma excelente musicista... em todas as coisas, uma consorte adequada para um rei". Ambroise, um menestrel normando contemporâneo, a descreveu como "elegante e prudente". Ricardo I da Inglaterra, 'o Coração de Leão', estava noivo desde a infância de Alys da França, irmã do rei Filipe Augusto. No entanto, o pai de Ricardo, o rei Henrique II, fez de Alys sua amante e, portanto, Ricardo relutou em se casar com ela. A fofoca afirmava que Alys até deu à luz o filho do falecido rei. A mãe de Ricardo, Eleanor da Aquitânia, a rainha viúva da Inglaterra, escolheu Berengária como futura esposa para seu filho. Um casamento com Berengária era desejável, pois traria um dote que ajudaria Ricardo a financiar a Terceira Cruzada e forneceria proteção para as fronteiras do sul da Aquitânia. Ricardo era um grande amigo de seu irmão, Sancho, Berengária conheceu Ricardo apenas uma vez antes de seu casamento, em um torneio em Pamplona realizado por seu pai. A indomável Eleanor da Aquitânia, então com 70 anos, viajou pelos Pirineus para coletar Berengária e escoltá-la até a Sicília, onde deveriam se encontrar com Ricardo. Ao chegar à Sicília, eles se juntaram à irmã de Ricardo, Joana, a rainha viúva da Sicília. Eles esperavam encontrar Ricardo em Messina, mas ele já havia continuado sua jornada para a Terra Santa. Berengaria e Eleanor chegaram à Sicília durante a Quaresma e, portanto, o casamento só poderia ocorrer depois da Páscoa. Continua dos comentários _______ 📸Efígie de Bérengária de Navarra, Abadia de Epau _______ Fonte - Hilton, Lisa (2008). Queens Consort, England's Medieval Queens. Berengaria of Navarre (https://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/plantagenet) #idademedia #medieval #middleages #historia #historiamedieval #england #inglaterra #barengaria https://www.instagram.com/p/CmjVcnFuS2Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chilimissy]

[fredborges98]

O herdeiro soube transformar alguns de seus traumas em causas. Em 2021, uma investigação independente concluiu que o jornalista Martin Bashir usou documentos falsificados para se aproximar de Lady Di e convencê-la a dar a entrevista no Panorama em 1995. Após a decisão, o príncipe declarou: “Essa entrevista” não tem legitimidade e nunca mais deveria ser transmitido.” É um fervoroso defensor do direito à privacidade e muito crítico das más práticas jornalísticas. Quando uma revista francesa publicou fotos de Kate Middleton tomando banho de sol em topless na Provença, ele a apoiou no processo do semanário. Em 2017, venceram o julgamento e receberam uma indemnização de 190 mil euros por danos. Numa carta que escreveu para o tribunal, reconheceu que a publicação dessas imagens foi “particularmente chocante” porque o lembrou do assédio que levou à morte da sua mãe. Ela também lidera campanhas para dar visibilidade a problemas de saúde mental e bullying. Em mais de uma ocasião denunciou que o bullying já não se limita às escolas e que as novas tecnologias nos deixam mais vulneráveis.

Nas últimas semanas, ele e a esposa sofreram em primeira mão com os boatos e zombarias que circularam na internet. Os próximos meses não serão fáceis. O príncipe terá que lidar com a doença do pai e da esposa, cuidar dos três filhos menores e liderar a monarquia. E terá de o fazer sob o olhar atento da opinião pública e do escrutínio minucioso dos meios de comunicação social e das redes sociais.

Uma doença na família pode ter um efeito reunificador. “Isso é possível neste caso?”, perguntou o entrevistador. "Absolutamente. Tenho certeza. Vejo todos os dias, em muitas famílias, a força da unidade familiar que se une. “Acredito que qualquer doença une as famílias”, respondeu ele.

De quem estamos falando?

Guilherme, Príncipe de Gales, (Guilherme Artur Filipe Luís, em inglês: William Arthur Philip Louis; Londres, 21 de junho de 1982), aristocrata britânico e herdeiro aparente ao trono do Reino Unido e dos Reinos da Comunidade de Nações. Ele é o filho mais velho do rei Carlos III com Diana, Princesa de Gales e tornou-se o primeiro na linha de sucessão ao trono britânico após a morte de sua avó, a rainha Isabel II, no dia 8 de setembro de 2022. Como membro da família real britânica, ele pertence à Casa de Windsor, assim como o seu irmão mais novo, o príncipe Henrique, Duque de Sussex. Guilherme casou-se com Catherine Middletton em 29 de abril de 2011 e com ela teve três filhos: Jorge, Carlota e Luís de Gales.

Por: Fred Borges

O Câncer como aprendizado e valorização da vida.

Converter adversidades em oportunidades é a grande virada humanitária pessoal e coletiva.

O câncer é uma doença no mínimo desafiadora.

Um dos primeiros registros de câncer existentes é um papiro egípcio do século 7 a.C. O documento, traduzido em 1930, contém os ensinamentos do grande médico Imhotep: são relatos de enfermidades que assolavam a população, entre as quais “massas salientes no peito (...) que se espalham”.

A teoria da Evolução favoreceu o câncer, altamente complexo,multifacetado,

tridimensional, transversal e universal.

Mas nós não somos uma doença!

A dimensão ontológica equipara-se a nossa capacidade de reinventar, de doar-nos a causas sociais, humanas, e isto é o que realmente conta!

O príncipe e a família real é um exemplo de resiliência, de generosidade, de manter a " cruz" discretamente em segundo plano, mas ela sempre estará lá, discreta, e convertida em servir, servir ao próximo, não é, o câncer, a cruz, mas o que, como e o quanto processamos, não nos vitimados e seguimos em frente estendendo a mão, pois por incrível que pareça, o câncer social e político que assola o país é maior que a somatória ou da totalidade das mazelas da corrupção, da ladroagem, inclusive a saúde pública, do desvio do erário público e do desvio de finalidade, um péssimo exemplo da Bahia para o Brasil.

Retornando à terra do Reino, o herdeiro soube transformar alguns de seus traumas em causas, não obstante uma mídia de atitudes deploráveis sedenta em vender a degradação e morte alheia.

Em 2021, uma investigação independente concluiu que o jornalista Martin Bashir usou documentos falsificados para se aproximar de Lady Di e convencê-la a dar a entrevista no Panorama em 1995. Após a decisão, o príncipe declarou: “Essa entrevista” não tem legitimidade e nunca mais deveria ser transmitida.”

Ele é um fervoroso defensor do direito à privacidade e muito crítico das más práticas jornalísticas.

Quando uma revista francesa publicou fotos de Kate Middleton tomando banho de sol em topless na Provença, ele a apoiou no processo contra o semanário.

Em 2017, venceram o julgamento e receberam uma indemnização de 190 mil euros por danos.

Numa carta que escreveu para o tribunal, reconheceu que a publicação dessas imagens foi “particularmente chocante” porque o lembrou do assédio que levou à morte da sua mãe.

Ela, Kate M. também lidera campanhas para dar visibilidade a problemas de saúde mental e bullying. Em mais de uma ocasião denunciou que o bullying já não se limita às escolas e que as novas tecnologias nos deixam mais vulneráveis.

Nas últimas semanas, ele e a esposa sofreram em primeira mão com os boatos e zombarias que circularam na internet. Os próximos meses não serão fáceis. O príncipe terá que lidar com a doença do pai e da esposa, cuidar dos três filhos menores e liderar a monarquia. E terá de o fazer sob o olhar atento da opinião pública e do escrutínio minucioso dos meios de comunicação social e das redes sociais.

Uma doença na família pode ter um efeito reunificador. “Isso é possível neste caso?”, perguntou o entrevistador. "Absolutamente. Tenho certeza. Vejo todos os dias, em muitas famílias, a força da unidade familiar que se une. “Acredito que qualquer doença une as famílias”, respondeu ele.

O Câncer, assim como toda doença grave, deixam lições, mas como dizia o poeta:

"No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra

tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho

tinha uma pedra

no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.

Nunca me esquecerei desse acontecimento

na vida de minhas retinas tão fatigadas.

Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho

tinha uma pedra

tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho

no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra”.Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Haverão sempre pedras, o que realmente importa é o que fazemos com elas até nos despedirmos desta vida!