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Tarhanam Toussassi by Afous d'Afous b/w Tarhanine Tegla

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Hopefully more silverware to come💙💙

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Match Review: Chelsea 4-3 Manchester United

Cole Palmer is a better Red than our entire fucking team.

"It's your first senior hat-trick, how are you feeling?" "Buzzin'"

HE'S SO MANC IT HURTS. A boyhood United fan who just bagged a hat-trick against us and we can't even fault him. Two good penalties and unmarked for the winner. 2-3 to 4-3 in the 100th and 101st minutes. Unreal stuff.

For the neutral, this was another belter like the United-Liverpool quarter final. 2-0 down inside 20 minutes and United looked buried. And then, Chelsea did what they've done all season and imploded. First came a Caicedo mistake from a backpass, which Garnacho intercepts, rides the challenge, switches feet to throw the keeper's balance, and slots it home nicely. 2-1. Then, Dalot assist, looped ball to backpost for Capitan Bruno to bury a header unmarked... despite 6 Chelsea players in the box. Class.

2-2 and the game was wide open. Disgustingly so.

People are praising Mainoo so heavily because he does his job. I also think Mount does too, and he looked tidy when he came on for a late cameo. Bruno is not positionally disciplined though, Casemiro is WILD, and McTominay doesn't know where central midfield is. Somewhere near Kidderminster?

It's the hope that kills you, and a STELLAR performance from Antony (honestly, his best in a United shirt) saw an outside-of-the-boot whipped cross deep into the box to Garnacho for a headed 2nd and to put United in the lead. Comeback complete, scenes etc.

So of course, in the dying moments, Diogo Dalot goes and ruins all the credit he's been getting lately and flattens Madueke. Penalty. I know he can deputise at LB but honest to god, every time he does he just fucks it. I'd rather pick Amrabat there. Seriously.

Palmer slots home again. 3-3. Dejection. We're walking away with a point. WRONG. Heads are down, focus is off, and Palmer's unmarked in the middle of the box. 4-3, hat-trick complete, Chelsea win.

This match summed up United's season: 1) Injuries aplenty 2) What's a midfield? 3) We lost a won game 4) We're legally obliged to let the opposition shoot at every opportunity 5) Rashford seems done with the club and/or the manager

This is Chelsea. A team of good players, with a good manager, none of which has clicked to form a threat. They are a mid table banter side, and so are we. Champions League dream is over. Back to the shit league we go.

I like Erik Ten Hag, but this is him done. Liverpool are going to embarass us on Sunday and we're just going to limp to some sort of season conclusion. I'd honestly not be surprised if Coventry turned us over in the FA Cup semi. I'd equally not be surprised if we won the thing by beating them and City and ETH saying LOOK WHAT WE CAN DO WHEN WE FOCUS, at which point i'll put a brick through my window. We're so frustrating. I'm so tired.

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Maurício Stycer desvenda o empresário Silvio Santos em livro

"Topa tudo por Dinheiro" do jornalista Mauricio Stycer conta a trajetória empresarial de Silvio Santos. Como ele administrou suas empresas e lidou com eventos que influenciaram o Brasil. #TopaTudoporDinheiro #SilvioSantos

Em meio a celebração do legado de Silvio Santos, aqui vai uma dica para os leitores que gostam de biografia. ” Topa tudo por dinheiro: as Muitas Faces do Empresário Silvio Santos” do jornalista Mauricio Stycer mostra o que acontecia nos bastidores da TV. Além do comunicador, Silvio Santos era um grande empresário. Ele construiu um dos mais bem sucedidos grupos de comunicação que também explorou…

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No midfielders

Monday:

Brother: Stronger rumors that we are selling Gallagher. I don’t get it unless we are signing a lot of midfielders. Santos and Casadei have played against Wrexham and Brighton with ten men. Enzo can play every game with no Europe but that’s still a lot.

Me: That's a horrible idea. I know people are very mixed on Conor, but I'd like to see what Poch can do with him. ALSO WE HAVE NO EXPERIENCED MIDFIELDERS.

Brother: Yeah, even if you did not think he’s a great Poch player (which I think he will be), we have no midfielders other than Enzo. Maybe Lewis Hall can play left midfield like he is supposed to or Maatsen can combine his left back and striker skills to become a midfielder. We sold Jorginho, let Kanté leave, and sold Kovacic. I guess if we played with seven defenders and then played long balls to Mudryk, Nkunku, and Nicolas Jackson, this plan works but otherwise we need midfielders.

Me: Also given that we just got rid of a lot of players who came up through the academy, that's another link gone. It's just Reece, Trevoh, Colwill (if he stays), and Hall (who I'm guessing will still play more in the academy) in the senior squad. Oh yeah, forgot Broja. Plus I just need more videos of Conor and Erin laughing at stuff.

Brother: The funny thing is if we sell him, all we have is the academy. I hope there is some U8 kid ready to body Harry Kane.

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Not Like Others -P.G (1)

I know I took a lot of posting this but I hope the wait was worth it... I'm starting my new semester at Uni and I'm really busy learning the units, doing homeworks and stuffs, I've taken a little bit of advantage to post and be active this week since the first week is always quieter, doing the welcome and those things, so here it is.

This may be a little boring but it is needed to understand what will happen and everything in the next chapters

Feedback is highly appreaciated, please! Let me know what you think!!

|Chapter II| |Chapter III|

Summary: When you get the chance of meeting Pablo Gavi, you don't seem to react as the rest of people would do and that attracts him to you

January 17th, 2023

“Here we are” Your dad, Armando Santos, spoke with a big smile “Welcome to Barcelona, Spain” He introduced as you only looked at the pretty much empty, airport

“Gorgeous” Gregorio, your two years older brother said in fake excitement as you chuckled a little, your dad turned around looking at him narrowing his eyes “The airport’s nice!”

“Déjate de hostias, hombre. No has visto la verdadera belleza” (Stop joking around, youngman. You haven’t seen the real beauty) Your dad said with a heavy Spanish accent, making your mom, Cristina Aguilar, raise her eyebrows

“Already into the mood? Good” You laughed once more

“Stop it, señorita” Your dad said getting over to tickle you but you walked backwards and pushed his hands down when some yellings grabbed yours and your family’s attention. There was a light group of girls, screaming with their phones up.

“Can’t we go back to Canada? People here looks a bit crazy”

“You’re Spanish too” Gregorio said as you pushed him lightly while laughing “They must be fangirls or something”

“Is some singer coming here?” You ask “Harry Styles? Taylor Swift? Ed Sheeran? Coldplay? Lasso? Myke Towers? Maluma?”

“None of those, right now”

“Actors?” You ask “If Tom Hiddleston is there, I’ll make a way in it too”

“You’re not making a way inside anything” Your mom said as you raise your hands up

“I’m joking” You started walking towards your luggage “Or am I?”

“Y/N!” You laughed lightly

“I will not” You say and after a few seconds yawned “Joder, I’m so tired” You whined “So jetlagged I just wanna sleep through my whole college degree and wake up to my graduation day” You felt Gregorio laugh openly

“Get the nice pics; touch that diploma and go to sleep again?” You nod excited with a smile on

“And the party, never forget the party” He ruffled your hair “¡Hey! Gotta look pretty after this whole stressing out thing”

“You always look pretty but I think that’s not how it works” Your mom laughed lightly, grabbing your three years old brother’s hand, Mauricio “, sorry to ruin that dream of yours” You groan lightly stomping your feet in the airport ground, the yells intensified

“Joder, ¿Pero qué carajos estará pasando ahí?” (Fuck, but what the hell is going on there?) Armando replied impressed with the yelling

“Mejor será que nos vayamos. Mauricio can cry at any given minute” (It’s the best if we leave) Cristina said guiding you to start walking

“Y/N” Your dad called you as you turned around to face him “Don’t you worry, I thought the same thing too when I was in Uni” He winks at you as you smile “But sadly after I graduated it, I wanted to go at it again. Those always are the good times” He said as you lifted your eyebrows up, not believing that.

How does stressing out and having no time to even shower sometimes is good times?

“What? I was a nerd, yes. But a cool one, I always got out on parties and at the same time got those one hundred on my grades? That’s one of a kind. How do you think I got your mom?” You laugh shaking your head as your mom pinched your dad making him laugh lightly “Let’s go, we gotta go home so we can take a good and well deserved nap before readjusting ourselves here” He said as you kept on walking

You just landed from Canada after a whole seven hours flight to your home, the place you were born in, your beautiful Barcelona. The same Barcelona you had to leave when you were barely four years old to move all the way to Canada because of your parent’s job and after fourteen years over there, after a whole life created, you were moving back where you started. You were moving back home.

A home where you didn’t knew a single thing of about, you didn’t know the Catalans streets but still you always loved seeing pictures of them on your parents photographic albums.

Good thing is that your parent’s never allowed you or your brother to forget your Hispanics roots, often while being on the house in Canada, speaking in Spanish or a really deep Spanglish where only the fourth of you could really understand it. You also know the basics of Catalan and you are able to maintain a conversation if the person talking to you is speaking really slowly and/or doesn’t have any problems of repeating itself a few times but you indeed could speak Catalan.

The fact you had to learn and adjust to this place made you both excited and nervous, Barcelona was big and you could easily get lost in the city, plus the fact you didn’t know anyone else here besides your family from your dad’s side was terrifying you. And you to get to know your Uni, making friends, lots of learning were about to come and you were about to come out of your body, feeling like collapsing from just the thought of it.

“How do we have a car here?” Gregorio asked

“Maybe because you have grandparents here?” You heard the so known voice of your grandmother, Estella

“Lila!” You yelled out with happiness on your voice going over to hug the not-so-old but not-so-young lady, excited as she welcomed you in her tight and warm grip

“How was the flight?” She asked after hugging and inspecting you whole from top to bottom

“Tiring” You said “At least I spend it good, slept a bit and read this new book I got, unlike Grego, who had a kid behind him and apparently was kicking him”

“That freaking bastard” He cursed under his breath as you laugh lightly “I really wanted to punch the kid”

“Watch that mouth, youngman. Violence is never good and only brings you more problems” El abuelo, Enrique spoke nodding a few times as he spoke with a smile on, he opened his arms for Gregorio to get in his hold “You’re almost as tall as me”

“That’s not much, dad” Your dad smiled causing you to laugh as the abuelo lifted his eyebrows at him

“We’re gonna talk about this at home” The abuelo said before laughing and bringing your dad into a hug

“Cristina, you’re looking fantastic”

“I can say the same thing for you, Estella” Your mom hugged your grandma, as your felt a tug on your hand, you looked down and saw your little brother, Mauricio pushing his arms out for you and you picked him up placing him in your hip.

He was looking behind him and a few times, you had to readjust your hold on him since he was being moody and moving around a lot

“Mau, para” You said looking at him and catched him looking behind himself, you looked towards he was looking and met the eyes of a boy, who was with other guys and who must be around your age, with brown hair, big eyes and his face was in a frown. You couldn’t see him properly because as soon as you looked over to him, he turned his gaze away.

And Mauricio who pulled at your necklace brought your attention, completely forgetting about the guy. “Así no, Mau; me lastimas. Be careful” (Not like that, Mau; you’re hurting me) You said bouncing the boy as he giggled and that catched your grandma’s attention

“This is the little one!” She exclaimed looking over to Mauricio who buried his head into your neck shy “I’m abuelita, mi amor!” She smiled getting closer to you as you encouraged the young one to look at the lady and once he did, he was laughing in her arms.

Your dad and granddad seemed to forget about the fact they were on an airport entrance as they chatted for a few minutes, you felt someone looking at you and turned around watching this time, two guys along the same one from earlier looking at you, you brushed them off and looked towards your mom.

Weird.

Spanish people so far, were really weird. Yourself, included.

“Someone already have admirers?” She had noticed as you smiled

“You wish” You shake your head and suppressed a yawn    

“Let’s go home?” She noticed as you smiled thanking her “We can keep the chat at home, met you there?” The olderly couple nodded and you saw your abuelo give your dad some keys.

“House and car” He pronounced each one as your dad smiled

“Thanks, dad. We’ll see you there” And with that they left to their car as your dad went to what it seemed to be, now, his car.

“Ready for our new chapter in Barcelona?” Your dad asks as both your hermano and you

You were opposed by the idea of leaving what it seemed your place for forever, your old house, your streets, your friends, your team, your whole life behind, but soon, realized you only left it behind if you allow yourself to forget it and you weren’t going to. And they weren't going to forget you either. Eventually you made peace with the fact of this new and big change for you, even if you weren’t so fond of changes and saw the good side of it and finally could see yourself settling into your real place. In your Barcelona.

So, as your dad asked, you looked at your brother and he looked back at you, smiling, you nodded at each other.

“We’re Ready”

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Al fiiiiiiinnnnnnn

(dibujo rápido :v)

Después de un año y medio intentando iniciar al continente Africano, por fin lo e terminado y con ello abro las demás posibilidades que no he podido hacer por querer terminar esto jejeje.

Bien iniciemos con los nombres. todos acomodados por abecedario.

África ( El anciano con lanza)

Nueva África (El del bastón)

Angola

Argelia

Benín

Botsuana

Burkina Faso

Burundi

Cabo Verde

Camerún

Centroafricana

Comoras

Costa de Marfil

Chad

Egipto

Eritrea

Etiopía

Gabón

Gambia

Ghana

Guinea

Guinea-Bissau

Guinea Ecuatorial

Kenia

Lesoto

Liberia

Libia

Madagascar

Malaui

Malí

Marruecos

Mauricio

Mauritania

Mozambique

Namibia

Níger

Nigeria

Ruanda

República del Congo

República Democrática del Congo

Santo Tomé y Príncipe

Senegal

Seychelles

Sierra Leona

Somalia

Sudáfrica 

Sudán

Sudán del Sur

Suazilandia

Tanzania

Túnez

Togo

Uganda

Yibuti

Zambia

Zimbabue

Y como siempre tuve dudas con uno que aparecía, por lo que leí,  es un estado de uno de los países, pero como no estaba segura lo quite.

Y ahora una historia. un poco larga seguir bajo su propio riesgo.

África era una persona con una personalidad tranquila por fuera, pero por dentro abundaba un ego enorme. No por nada era el hermano que simbolizaba el sol, tan grande en la galaxia y se burlaba de los demás.

Pero su ego nunca logro inquietar a su hermano Europa, los ojos de Europa iban mas haya, era la mismísima galaxia, a diferencia de su hermano que era un simple sol que brillaba sobre sus demás hermanos, pero no sobre Europa.

África tendía a ser grosero con sus tres hermano, era mezquino mientras ocultaba bajo una sonrisa maliciosa, Asia no le importaba, es mas lo admiraba, América le daba igual, le gustaba siempre estar rodeando a África, la que salía enojada y dañada era Oceanía, que siempre soportaba el desprecio de su hermano mayor y a veces Asia se le unía.

Pero ella no sufría por lo menos la represión como América y es mas, ella misma se desquitaba con América, como no podía hacer nada con África, desquitaba su odio con su hermano menos.

América era el menor y el mas joven, el era ingenuo y amaba a su familia sobre todas las cosas, aun si todo lo maltrataban y lo veían como una maquina para rellenar sus tierras con minerales.

África al inicio lo trato como todos, solo lo venia a ver para que América rellenara sus tierras, y cuando veía a América intentando crear algo por su cuenta, alguna historia algún dios, alguna estatua o pirámide, todos incluyendo África, lo destruían y lo menospreciaban. Solo era una maquina de minerales.

Hasta que un día, Europa decidió usar su poder del tiempo para ver el futuro cercano de su hermano menor, pero...no vio nada.

Europa tiene el don del tiempo, es su poder mas fuerte, y fue la razon de la perdida de la civilización de su padre, y terminando con el cuidando a sus hermanos. El puede adelantar el tiempo, y puede del el futuro a veces sin intenciones de verla, otras veces para anticipar algunos eventos, por lo cual se asunto al no ver a su hermano menor.

África y el hablaron.

-Segundo hermano, tenemos que hablar de algo importante...

-Hump, ¿y de que trata?, espero y sea importante, porque como veras, estoy iniciando la escritura, jajaja algo que tu no lograri...

-Yo ya sabia que ibas a hacerlo...

-grr...entonces que es, habla ya.

-Quiero que dejen de destrozarle las cosas a nuestro quinto hermano...

-Eh? de que hablas, no ves que si logra algo el ya no nos necesitara...

-Lo se, pero...segundo hermano...no lo veo...

-¿No ves que?

-Que no lo veo, no veo nada, veo oscuridad, vacío ninguna imagen, nada, lo entiendes...el no esta con nosotros en el futuro...

Ante esa idea, tanto Europa como África, empezaron a ser mas amables con América, pero el daño ya estaba echo, América no creaba nada, solamente se la pasaba pegado a sus hermanos y solo jugaba y comía, pero nada estaba creando para el mismo y la gente.

Así, fue tambien el inicio de las pelas.

Oceanía se volvió mezquina y insultaba a todos, mientras creaba un hacha para luego intentar golpear a los demás, hasta lastimando a los humanos.

Asia, presumido y perfeccionista, nada le gustaba y cada día era mas exigente, con otros y con el mismo, un arco y flecha de presunción, era su arma, la apuntaría tenia que ser perfecta, pero hasta eso lo criticaba.

África, una lanza alta y fina, con lo mejor en la punta, como el sol alta y orgullosa, como el, un orgulloso que nunca se equivoca y un ego que alcanzaba al sol, si alguien le pedía algo, siempre suplicando por vivir.

Europa era controlador, todo tenia que salir como el quería, si no, con una espada rápida y filosa que puede ser lo que quiera a la hora de lanzar el ataque, era su arma, un arma que simboliza protección pero tambien peligro.

Todos esos defectos, eran la causa de sus peleas, y llegaron tan lejos que iniciaron una separación realmente dañina.

O:¡TE DIJE QUE NO HICIERAS ESO! 

E: AHORA ESM I CULPA, O TE HABIA DICHO QUE NO IBA A FUNCIONAR, YO PUEDO VERLO CON MIS OJOS, NO NECESITO NI SIQUIERA TENER QUE USAR MI PODER

O: ERES UN ESTUPIDO, TU ERES UN CRITICON COMO LOS OTROS DOS

AF: OH AHORA SOY YO EL PROBLEMA, PORQUE NO ERES OBEDIENTES Y TE SIENTAS COMO LA SEÑORITA QUE ERES

O: ERES UN INGRATO

AS: CUIDA TU LENGUA

O: PORQUE NO CUIDAN SU LENGUA USTEDES, DESDE QUE NACI NUNCA ME HAN TRATADO COMO PARTE DE ESTA FAMILIA, SIEMPRE ME HACEN A UN LADO Y ME GOLPEAN CUANDO NO LES HAGO CASO

E: ¿Que? SEGUNDO, QUE SIGNIFICA ESTO

AF: QUIERES PELEARTE CONMIGO, MIENTRAS TU IBAS A QUIEN SABE DONDE, YO ERA EL QUE TENIA QUE CUIDAR A ESTA INGRATA.

O:VES, ES LO MISMO, TODOS USTEDES SN IGUALES

Mientras discutían los 4, América los observaba desde lejos intentando que su voz alcanzara a sus hermanos, aun con todo lo que pasaba, la tierra temblaba, los volcanes hacían erupción, aparecían tornados y el mar creaba maremotos, América no podía parar de gritas, intentando hacer que sus hermanos lo vieran, pero América no pudo intento alcanzarlo corrió hacia ellos hasta que llego a la orilla y con su brazo izquierdo, sostuvo el otro lado de la tierra partida pero su brazo fue arrancada su propio cuerpo y todo se hizo un caos.

Cuando los 4 hermanos despertaron, y no encontraron al menor, solo su brazo con un montón de minerales que utilizaron para dar minerales por ultima vez a sus tierras, mientras se lamentaban por su hermano.

Después tres hermanos empezaron a morir, Oceanía fue la primera, despues Europa, y por ultimo Asia, dejando como ultimo a África. Pero este se negó a morir.

Aunque vivió toda su vida arrepentido, porque nunca pudo despedirse de ninguno y nunca pudieron resolver las cosas, todos se fueron, arrepentido, y uno nunca supieron que le paso, al principio el fue bueno, aprendió de sus errores y al final realmente cambio, pero cuanto mas seguía vivió algo en su interior empezó a pudrirse.

Su acciones se han vuelto confusas, muchas veces parece amable y gentil, pero realmente no es así. Y eso lo sabe perfectamente Egipto, su nieto. 

África dejo sin poder a sus paises, todos siempre deben de obedecerlo, y ser como el quiere que sean, y aquellos que nacen con algo que a el no le gusta, los volvía a hacer, y así fue durante años, hasta crear perfectos paises, aunque solo con algunos defectos, el cual era sus ojos.

Los ojos de algunos paises africanos están ocultos, y nunca muestran sus ojos ante nadie, y menos a África, el odia todo color que salga de su gama, si no es dorado y variantes o negros, despídete de tus ojos, el único que nunca obedece a eso y se riesgo realmente fue Egipto, quien tiene unos ojos azules brillantes como el océano. aun cuando renace tras ser asesinado por su abuelo, este aun conservaba esos ojos azules, su piel cambio y no recordaba nada, pero el azul de su ojos se conservaba.

En áfrica las organizaciones creadas dentro de este, no tiene poder ni poder de decisión, todos tiene que pasar por África y quien se atreva a cuestionarlo, era brutalmente torturado por el propio continente y por la gente que lo adoraba.

Las paises femeninas no tienen poder en nada y son menospreciadas por áfrica, mientras que los masculinos eran cuestionados y maltratados físicamente por su osadía en muchas ocasiones, esos fueron los casos de Mozambique y Yibuti, quienes son inestables mentalmente y comúnmente son los títeres de África para espiar a los demás paises, para averiguar si traman algo.

pero luego se tuvo esperanzas al nacimiento de un nuevo África, pero este no quería quitarle el puesto al anterior, justificando cada acción y dejando la oportunidad de cambiar su tierra en vano.

El nuevo era amable, quería a sus primos hermanos, pero quería a su creador, y no podía ponerse contra el, aun si eso significaba dejar que todo ellos sufrieran.

Sur, conoció una de las caras de África, y cuando fue de nuevo pero hacia Egipto, este se preguntaba porque Egipto hablaba tan mal de África si era su continente. Y diciéndole que gracias a África no tienen que preocuparse por nada, no sufren de enfermedades ni heridas, ninguno de ellos tiene una marca tan notoria o heridas profundas o partes del cuerpo emputadas, Egipto solo le dijo que no era tan divertido como Sur piensa, y que ellos realmente no tienen verdadera libertad, son esclavos de su propio continente.

Hasta que Sur paso lo del 2013, que empezó a entender la historia de los continentes, y supo el porque prefirieron morir antes de seguir viviendo, y era...porque estaba corrupto, el continente era mas cruel y frio, fingiendo siempre bondad cuando en  realidad era malvado.

Justicia le dijo a Sur que tras la muerte de Europa, ella fue a ver a África, y el lloraba por que ahora solo quedaba el, y se arrepentía de que nunca pudieron resolver todos sus problemas, todas esas peleas. Pero cuando Sur le pregunta sobre sus hermanos, África es frio, y se burla de ellos, Sur empezó a ver la verdad, y África ya no podía seguir siendo el líder del continente, que el nuevo tenia ya que ser el líder, y que el viejo tenia que irse, entonces intento Sur matarlo con el arma de la virtud de América, pero sin éxito, pues allí fue cuando se dio cuenta que el arma no servía en el Africano, solo el arma de África podía matarlo y solo alguien de África podía utilizarlo.

Al inicio Sur era respetuoso con el viejo África, pero ahora ya no, es mas le tiene un montón de sobre nombres ‘’ anciano’’ ‘’decrepito’’ ‘’vejestorio’’  ‘’basura’’ etc etc...

Y África, siempre lo termina golpeando, pero sus golpes pueden matar a Sur, por lo cual no sobre pasa la lineal algunas veces, otras veces Sur aprovecha la forma tan rara de actuar del viejo, que le hace preguntas del pasado, y aunque fue lindo con Sur y algunos Americanos por el parecido a su hermano perdido, Sur sentía lastima por los paises africanos, quienes no parecían felices, por lo cual tomo la decisión de ayudarlos, aunque el no puede hacer mucho, por eso se alianza con Egipto.

Lo cual es curioso, porque ambos tienen un contraste al color del continente, Sur tiene ojos rojos, y Egipto ojos azules, mientras que el espíritu es verde en América y África es amarilla.

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Bueno hasta aquí, espero y les guste y perdón por el texto largo, aunque luego podre una bitácora de Democracia que si será larguísima XD

Bueno me voy a dormir, ya son las 7 aquí en mi estado, y no e dormido nada XD

Que estén bien, y buen domingo =w=

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A Ukrainian serviceman of 12 aviation brigade sits inside an Mi-8 combat helicopter before flight during a combat mission in Kharkiv region, Ukraine, Sunday, April 2, 2023. (AP Photo/Alex Babenko)

Men lowered the coffin of a Ukrainian soldier, Andrii Neskhodovskyi, 24, into a grave in Kyiv on Saturday, March 25, 2023. His father, Oleh, 59, looked on from the front center of the group. (Mauricio Lima/The New York Times)

An aerial view of Bakhmut, the site of heavy battles with Russian troops in the Donetsk region, Ukraine, Sunday, March 26, 2023. Europe’s biggest armed conflict since World War II is poised to enter a key new phase in the coming weeks. With no suggestion of a negotiated end to the 13 months of fighting between Russia and Ukraine, a counteroffensive by Kyiv’s troops is in the cards. (AP Photo/Libkos)

Children play in a playground in front of missile-damaged buildings ahead of a visit by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy in Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine, Monday, March 27, 2023. Zelenskyy has been increasing his travel across Ukraine as his country's war with Russia enters its second year. A team of journalists from The Associated Press traveled with Zelenskyy aboard his train for two nights as he visited troops along the front lines and communities that have been liberated from Russian control. (AP Photo/Efrem Lukatsky)

A Ukrainian tank unit crew takes cover and waits for shelling to cease in a bunker, near the bombed-out eastern Ukrainian city of Bakhmut, Ukraine, Wednesday, March 29, 2023. (REUTERS/Violeta Santos Moura)

A woman sweeps away debris in her heavily damaged home, Sunday, April 2, 2023, after a massive shelling attack in the city of Kostyantynivka, Ukraine, a few miles from the besieged city of Bakhmut. (Heidi Levine/The Washington Post)

A train platform damaged by shelling the night before in Druzhkivka, eastern Ukraine, on Thursday, March 30, 2023. (Mauricio Lima/The New York Times)

People attend a vigil marking the first anniversary of the liberation of the town of Bucha, outside Kyiv, Ukraine, Friday, March 31, 2023. Kyiv says more than 1,400 people were killed in Bucha during the occupation including 37 children, more than 175 people were found in mass graves and torture chambers, and 9,000 Russian war crimes have been identified. (REUTERS/Kai Pfaffenbach)

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The Olympics are over, but I needed to give a shout-out to our delegation. We are not many, we didn't win much, but each single one of them gave it all and from here we fiercely supported and followed every single one until the end.

Thank you to all of our 91 participants, 4 medalists, and 14 diplomas. We're proud of all of you with our entire hearts.

Alejandro Solarte, Alexis Cuero, Alisson Cardozo, Ana María Rendón, Andrés Hernández, Ángel Barajas, Ángel Hernández, Ángela Daniela Barón, Angie Orjuela, Angie Valdés, Anthony Rincón, Anthony Zambrano, Arnovis Dalmero, Camilo Villegas, Carlos Alberto Ramírez, Carlos Muñoz, Carolina Arias Vidal, Catalina Pérez Jaramillo, César Herrera, Cristian Ortega, Daniel Martínez, Daniel Restrepo, Daniela Alexandra Arias Rojas, Daniela Caracas González, Daniela Montoya Quiroz, Diego Arboleda, Diego Arias, Erika Lasso, Evelis Aguilar, Fernando Gaviria, Flor Denis Ruiz, Gabriela Bolle, Geiner Moreno, Ilana Izquierdo Zanger, Ingrit Valencia, Jazmín Álvarez, Jenny Arias, Jhancarlos González, Jhon Edison Rodríguez, Jhonny Rentería, Jorelyn Daniela Carabalí Martinez, Jorge Enríquez, Kevin Quintero, Lady Patricia Andrade Rodriguez, Laura Chalarca, Leicy Maria Santos Herrera, Liana Milena Salazar Vergara, Lina Licona, Linda Lizeth Caicedo Alegria, Lorena Arenas, Luis Felipe Uribe, Luis Javier Mosquera, Luisa Blanco, Luz Katherine Tapia Ramirez, Manuela Gómez, Manuela Pavi Sepulveda, Manuela Vanegas Cataño, Marcela Restrepo Valencia, Mari Leivis Sánchez, María Camila Osorio, Maria Camila Reyes Calderón, María Carolina Velásquez, Maria Catalina Usme Pineda, María José Uribe, María Lucelly Murillo, Mariana Pajón, Martha Bayona, Mateo Carmona, Mateo Romero, Mauricio Ortega, Mayra Gaviria, Mayra Tatiana Ramirez Ramírez, Natalia Linares, Nicolás Echavarría, Paula Patiño, Queen Saray Villegas, René López, Ronal Longa, Sandra Milena Sepulveda Lopera, Santiago Arcila, Santiago Buitrago, Stefania Gómez, Stefany Cuadrado, Valeria Araújo, Valeria Arboleda, Víctor Bolaños, Wendy Katerine Bonilla Candelo, Yeison López, Yenny Álvarez, Yílmar González, Yirleidis Quejada Minota

[motorsportverso]

Endurance Brasil-Velocita

A pole da geral e da P1 foi do AJR #44 com Vicente Orige \ Carlesso, na GT3 do Ricardo Babtista, Rafael Suzuki e Xandinho Negrão  e na GT4 , Jacques Quartiero e Allan Helmeister com Porsche 718 Cayman GT4.

Na largada Vicente Orige se manteve na frente.

A disputa entre a Ligier #117 da BTZ Motorsport e a Ligier #9 A.Mattheis Motorsport , disputa da  5ª posição.

O líder da GT4 era o Porsche GT4 #21 

A disputa da liderança entre o AJR #444 e a Ligier #31 

Disputa entre o AJR #35 e o Porsche 992 GT3 R 

A batida do AJR na reta , que fez a entrada do sefity car na pista.

Na relargada , o Ligier #31 se manteve na frente, disputa entre Sergio Jimenez  com o Sigma #2 e AJR #444.

Disputa dos carros da GT4.

A disputa entre o Porsche 992 GT3 R e o AJR #35 continuava.

A disputa da 2ª posição da GT4 entre o Porsche GT4 #718 e Audi RS3 LMS TCR e a BMW M2 GT4.

Momento em que Sergio Jimenez assumia a liderança.

Momento em que o AJR #444 pegava fogo.

Que fez a 2ª entrada do sefity car na pista.

Depois da relargada o líder era o Sigma #11

Disputa entre os dois modelos Porsche GT4 pela liderança da GT4.

A disputa entre os carros da GT3

A disputa entre os lideres da GT3

A disputa da liderança estava entre a Ligier #9 e Ligier #31

A vitória da geral e da P1 ficou com a Ligier LMP3 da KTF Sports com a dupla Renan Guerra e Gustavo Kyrilla.

Na categoria GT3 a vitória ficou com a Mercedes #8 da Team RC com o trio Julio Campos, Guilherme Figueiroa e Neubauer, na GT4 vitória do Porsche GT4 # 21 do Jacques Quartiero e Allan Helmeister.

Top 3-P1

1-31-Guerra\Kyrilla-Ligier LMP3-KTF Sports-150 Laps

2-42-Lucas e Victor Foresti-Ligier LMP3-Foresti Sport

3-22-Moraes Jr\Ambrunhoza\Ferrari-Ligier LMP3-Autlog Racing Team +1 Lap

Top 3-GT3

1-8-Campos\Figueiroa\Neubauer-Mercedes-AMG GT3 Evo-Team RC-146 Laps

2-27-Xandinho\Suzuki\Ricardo Babtista-Mercedes-AMG GT3 Evo-Team RC

3-83-Max Wilsson\Mauricio e Marco Billi-Mercedes-AMG GT3 EVO-Team RC

Top 3-GT4

1-21-Quartiero\Hellmeister-Porsche Cayman GT4 CS-Sttugart Motorsport-136 Laps

2-718-Santos\Tesser\Muller-Porsche Cayman GT4 CS-Sttugart Motorsport +1 Lap

3-5-Henry e Enzo Visconde\Kim Camelo-Audi RS3 LMS TCR-Eurobike +6 Laps

4-56-Servidone\Maciel-Audi A3 DTCC-Mamba Negra Racing +20 Laps

5-44-Buzzaid\Gorayeb-BMW M2 GT4-Eurobike +38 Laps

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𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟤𝟩𝟪

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾,

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨❣️: 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Angelia’s POV

𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 the princess of one the most ruthless gangs in Los Angeles. My great-great-great grandfather, Mauro Ballesteros, moved to Arizona from Mexico with his parents at twelve. After kids bullied him for not being from America, Mauro got with the local Spanish teens at the school and on the street and formed Los Santos Vagos. Over time, the group expanded and multiplied to different city areas. From that moment, his gang was the most feared as it’s passed down from generation to generation.

Now, in the present time, my father, Sergi, has been running the show since my grandfather passed it down to him. Things have changed a bit over the years. We respect other territories and don’t kill on their turf. Sometimes, my father expects a lot from me, like he wants me to always step up to the plate. Honestly, it’s stressful.

I’m getting ready to meet my pops and brothers at the warehouse in twenty minutes. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, and walked to my bedroom. After drying myself, I changed into gray solid flare yoga pants, a white crop top with a gray cropped zip-up hoodie, and gray New Balance sneakers. I stood before my full-length mirror and styled my hair in a slicked-back bun. Grabbing my purse from my bed, I picked up my phone and left my room.

My mother, Yvette, watched a telenovela on TV in the living room. I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her cheek.

“Adiós, mamá, te veré más tarde.” I smiled, walking to the front door. ( “Bye, Mom, I’ll see you later.” )

“Adiós, amor.” She replied as I closed the door behind me. ( “Goodbye, my love.” )

Unlocking my custom pink 2019 Ford Mustang, I climbed in the driver's seat, fastened my seatbelt, and drove away from the house. Before I met up with my dad and siblings, I stopped by McDonald's and bought myself a McGriddle, two hash browns, and a medium Sprite. As I pulled into the warehouse, people stopped and stared at me instead of working. Exiting the car, I grabbed my food, locked the doors, and walked to my dad's office. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.

“Come in.” His deep baritone voice speaks from the other side.

Opening the door, I see my three brothers. Moises is 30, who my parents adopted when he was a teenager. They found a scared and hopeless boy and took him in their arms. Antonio is 24 and was the son of someone my father was close to before he died and brought his son into his home. Finally, there’s Mauricio, the baby out of the two of us. He’s 19 and spoiled as fuck.

I sat next to Antonio as my father smiled at me. As he opened his mouth to speak, Mauricio's annoying ass decided to say something to me.

“Why do you always have food in your hands?” My brother asked, looking at me.

“Same reason why you don’t have a girlfriend.” I sarcastically replied, biting into my breakfast sandwich.

Mauricio had nothing to say and kept quiet like he should’ve. My father rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, annoyed.

“Can we carry on, please?” My father asked, eyeing us intensely.

“Sorry.” I apologized, flashing him a genuine smile.

“Okay, 16th Street Lagos has been killing our dealers, taking the drugs and money.” My dad sternly commented, leaning his hands on the table.

“What are those bitches taking?” Antonio questioned, rubbing his hands together.

“Our weed, meth, and heroin.” My father replied, shaking his head in frustration.

“Let’s go kill those foo’s man. Fuck that shit.” Mauricio stated, jumping to his feet.

“Sit down, puto. We can’t just walk into 18th Street’s territory and start shooting people,” I remarked, smacking my little brother’s arm.

“She’s right.” My dad nodded, agreeing with my previous statement.

“Let’s show them why we’re the most dangerous gang out there. Show them what we stand for.” Moises replied, puffing his chest out in confidence.

“I agree with him,” I interjected, nodding in agreement.

As the conversation continued, my phone suddenly started ringing. I pulled it from my purse to see my best friend and ride-or-die Gloria calling me. Smiling, I stood up and walked out the door to answer it. M

Hola, puta.

R.H.B🫶✨ - Puta?! Please don’t make me slap you through this phone.

What’s up, love?

R.H.B🫶✨ - One of the homies is having a get-together at his place tomorrow. Do you want to go?

Yeah, I’m down. Who’s going?

R.H.B🫶✨ - Chachi, you and me.

Okay, I’ll talk to you when I come to your house. Are you home?

R.H.B🫶✨ - Yea, I’m here I’ll see you boo.

Bye.

I walked back into the office and sat down in my original place. The conversation about rival gangs stealing our merchandise continued for about forty-five minutes. Once our meeting was over, I followed my dad out of the office behind Antonio and Mauricio.

“Guess who wants to fight you, Angel,” Mauricio said, clapping his hands in amusement.

“Who?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow in confusion.

“Antonio’s ex Yasmin.” He replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Screw that bitch. I fought her so many times it’s draining my energy.” I expressed, shaking my head.

Antonio’s ex-girlfriend Yasmin was the biggest shit-talker known to man. When they were together, she would give my mother and me an evil glare whenever she came over. Once I confronted her, she said I’m not Antoinio’s real sister, and I’m probably fucking him. I became so enraged I punched her in the face, and we started fighting inside the house.

“I told her she needs to watch her mouth. Talking all that shit online.” Antonio remarked,

“Is it on her Instagram or Facebook?” I asked my brothers, walking to my car.

“Facebook,” Moises answered, leaning against the side of my vehicle.

“Okay, I’ll check it out.” I nodded, unlocking my car and getting inside.

“The homegirl said Yasmin wants to fight tomorrow,” Antonio commented,

“I’ll be there to fuck that bitch up,” I replied, getting in the driver’s seat of my car.

Closing the door, I started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. When I pulled up to Gloria’s house, I parked behind her car, stepped out, and walked up to her front door before ringing the doorbell.

“¿Quién es?” I hear Gloria's question from inside the house. ( “Who is it?” )

“It’s me!” I shouted, placing my hands on my hips.

The door opened, revealing my best friend since diapers, Gloria ‘Loca’ Enriquez. I love and respect this girl for always having my back and behind there for me.

“Hey, mami.” Gloria smiled, greeting me as she pulled me into a hug.

“Hey, my favorite girl,” I replied, returning the gesture.

My best friend allowed me inside her house and closed the door behind me. I followed her into the family room and sat beside her on the sofa.

“What have you been up to, my love?” Gloria questioned, smiling at me.

“Nothing much. I left the family meeting before I got here and received some news.” I sighed, answering her question.

“What happened?” She asked, staring at me with curiosity.

“Well, first, someone is killing our dealers and taking the merchandise. My dad thinks it’s 16th Street Lagos.” I explained, leaning my head against the back of the sofa.

“Why would they come across town for drugs when I know they revive their stuff?” My best friend asked me, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“That’s what I was thinking.” I nodded, clapping my hands together.

“What else happened?” Gloria asked, drinking from her water bottle.

“Moises told me that Yasmin, Antonio’s ex, wants to fight me tomorrow,” I confessed, rolling my eyes.

“No fucking way.” She gasped, shaking her head.

“Girl, yes. I told Moises I fought her so many times it drains my energy.” I sighed, pressing my lips together in annoyance.

“I understand.” Gloria nodded, flipping her over her shoulder.

“Hell, last time we fought, she tried to jump me with her sister and best friend,” I commented, laughing at the memory.

“Girl, why do you think Chachi and I were there? We were not about to have that.” Gloria responded, giving me a high five.

“Exactly. Like bitch you are a pussy.” I laughed, throwing my head back. “Yasmin is hard-headed as fuck. I fought her until I broke her nose, yet she still talks shit.”

“We’ll see if she continues running her mouth after tomorrow.” She nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

“I hope not because I don’t have the energy to whoop her ass again.” I laughed, shaking my head.

Gloria and I continued talking when my phone started ringing in my lap. I looked down at it to see my little brother Mauricio calling me. Rolling my eyes, I answered his call.

Hello ugly.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - First of all, I’m never ugly. Second, when are you coming home?

You are and why?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Mami wants to know.

Why didn’t she call me and ask?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - She’s cooking.

What is she making?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Shrimp and steak Alfredo pasta.

I’ll be there in the next twenty minutes.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Ok, I’ll let her know.

Thanks, asshole.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - I bet you won’t say that to my face.

Keep that energy.

Ending the call, I continued talking to Gloria about what was up and coming with the gang and my father’s plans. After some time, I decided to leave and said bye to Gloria, giving her a bear hug.

“Call me before you go to sleep.” My best friend said, pulling away from me.

“Okay, see you later, babe.” I nodded, waving at her as I walked to my car.

Climbing inside my vehicle, I started it up, fastened my seatbelt, and drove home. Once I parked behind my mother’s automobile, I got out and used my keys to enter the house. When I walked inside, I heard my mom yelling at someone in the kitchen.

“¡Fuera de aquí!” She yelled, swatting my younger brother's hand away as he tried to grab a piece of steak out of the pan. ( “Get out of here!” )

Mauricio winced as my mother smacked him with her wooden spoon. “Lo siento.” He held his head in pain as he sat at the table, waiting for her to finish cooking. ( “I’m sorry.” )

When my mother saw me standing in the kitchen, she smiled, chewing on shrimp. “Angelia, how was the meeting?”

“It was good, although we suspect that 16th Street Lagos is killing our dealers and stealing our merchandise,” I answered, sitting next to my brother at the kitchen table.

“So what are you guys going to do about it?” My mom asked, turning the stove off.

“I don’t know. We have to wait and see what Dad wants to do first.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

Suddenly, a loud commotion echoed through the house before I heard the voices of Antonio, Moises, and my father. The three of them entered the kitchen, kissing my mother’s cheek.

“Huele bien aquí, mamá.” Antonio nodded, kissing my mother's cheek. ( “Smells good in here, Mom.” )

“I made shrimp and steak Alfredo pasta. A new recipe I found online.” She replied, smiling at him.

“Siempre tienes la cocina oliendo bien.” My father smiled, wrapping his arms around my mother and placing a kiss on her lips. ( “You always have the kitchen smelling good.” )

We could hear their lips smoothing aggressively against each other’s, making me smile at their affection while my brothers gagged.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Mauricio groaned, turning his head away.

“Oh, shut up. Weren’t you the same way with your now ex-girlfriend? What was her name? Lina?” I laughed, pointing at him as he was speechless. “We couldn’t keep you two off of each other.”

“Man, why do you have to bring her up?” My little brother asked, smacking his lips.

“It’s the truth.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “At first, I thought you were going to get her pregnant the way ya’ll be going at it like rabbits.”

“Shut up. I don’t even talk to Lina anymore.” My little brother grumbled, rolling his eyes. He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

My father pulled away from my mother as she started filling plates with food and smacked my little brother on the back of his head. As Mauricio sat at the table with his plate, I became disgusted at how messily he ate his food.

“You eat like a pig.” I cringed, watching him slurp the pasta noodles.

“You look like one.” My little brother retorted, rolling his eyes.

“¡Pinche pendejo!” I cursed, throwing a water bottle at his head. ( “Fucking asshole!” )

“¡Qué mierda!” He gasped, staring at me in shock. ( “What the fuck!” )

Before I could react to my brother, my father stepped in, making us look at him.

“Hey! Cut it out!” He remarked, pointing at me. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Lo siento, hermanito.” I apologized, crossing my arms. ( I’m sorry, little brother.” )

“Say sorry, Mauricio.” My mother said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, Angel,” Mauricio replied, glancing at me.

Huffing, I ignored him and continued to eat the food my mom cooked for the house. Once I finished my plate, I sat it in the sink and headed to my room. I got comfortable on my bed and started watching Netflix on my TV until I eventually fell asleep.

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[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Cultural center on wheels brings the arts closer to working-class Brazilians

At one of Latin America's largest commuter bus terminals in Brazil's gritty downtown Sao Paulo, 84-year-old Rerizenil de Paula Santos waits on a bus decorated with neon lights and bright graffiti amid the hustle and bustle of rush hour.

It is the 10th time she has boarded this first-of-its-kind project, known as the cultural center on wheels. Its aim: to bring art and music into the lives of busy, working-class Brazilians.

The bus is decked out with professional lighting and a sound system, and each Tuesday organizers invite new musical or theatrical artists to entertain passengers, who can sign up online or jump onboard from the street if there is space.

"Its main purpose is to try to decentralize and make access to the arts more reachable", said the project's organizer, Anderson Mauricio.

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