๐ง๐ผ๐บ talking about ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐บ and ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ's relationship in a ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ณ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ interview โค๏ธ He's just another fan ๐ฅฐ (more important because he plays them and creates their cinematic stories โ๐ป)
Long live ๐ฆ๐๐บ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ / ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ / ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐
I was wondering why they travelled to Las Vegas at the end of filming, and wedding bells were ringing in my mind...
What if there is a wedding in ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ป๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฎ Or maybe it has nothing to do with it ๐ค
And by the way, why do some people say that the title sounds homosexually? ๐
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๐ง๐ผ๐บ hablando de la relaciรณn de ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐บ y ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ en una entrevista de ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐ โค๏ธ Es otro fan mรกs ๐ฅฐ (mรกs importante porque los interpreta y crea las historias cinematogrรกficas de ellos โ๐ป)
I watch a lot of tennis this year. As I said, after the unfortunate years of Domiโs injury then watching Jannik made me fall in love with tennis again.
I watched others sports too obviously but tennis is and always will be my favorite sport
f1 didnโt feel like f1 without Seb
I watched Seb & Domiโs biodiversity seminar without understanding Deutsch
Basketball movies and tv series are soooo fun so Iโm planning to watch a game
I watched Jimmy Butler more than my favorite tennis players during US Open
I forgot to include golf when I made this so kisses to the sky for my boy Viktor Hovland๐
๐ฅ The title of ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ 3 has been officially revealed: ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ป๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐
And if that weren't enough, its premiere has been brought forward, from 8 November to 25 October of this year โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
I was hoping that wasn't the title, I wanted it to be like ๐ป๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ as was rumoured, because I'm very sad that it's going to be the last solo film and it's also called like this, in fact I'm saying this tearfully because I'm so moved ๐ฅบ
I have mixed feelings about this news.At least there's less left to watch ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐บ and ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ once again ๐๐ป๐
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๐ฅ El tรญtulo de ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ 3 ha sido revelado oficialmente: ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ฌ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐
Y por si fuera poco, su estreno se ha adelantado, del 8 de noviembre al 25 de octubre de este aรฑo โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
Tenรญa esperanzas de que ese no fuera el tรญtulo, querรญa que fuera mรกs bien ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐: ๐ฌ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ como se rumoreaba, porque me da mucha pena que vaya a ser la รบltima pelรญcula en solitario y ademรกs se llame asรญ, de hecho estoy diciendo esto entre lรกgrimas porque estoy muy emocionada ๐ฅบ
Tengo sentimientos encontrados con estas noticias ๐
Al menos queda menos para ver una vez mรกs a ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐บ y ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐
I am pulling you onto the noisy dance floor but you
bite half moons around your fingernails.
The waiter asks: is this how they dance in your country?
You say: no. This is how they walk on water.ย
You tell him how you switched places with a barren tree
how you stayed silent when they pierced your flesh with lost dog signs,ย
how you injected blue ants in your veins.
And I remind you: when you prayed standing on your headย
shipwrecked letters came crumbling from your nose.ย
O Stranger,ย
I hold your hand and lead you under the victory arch.ย
You tickle yourself under your armpits and laugh at the passers-by:
In my land they line the eyes of kids with kohl against the evil eye
until the planes return with glad tidings in their belly.ย
In my land men leave sticky threads on the thighs of women
a moment before leaving for a final battle,ย
and here you make love on the sidewalks
and die at crosswalks on fancy boulevards.
O Stranger,ย
Letโs buy a โdouble espressoโ
drink it near the bridge and talk โsmall talk,โย
weโll find synonyms for hidden cellars and messianic arrivals.ย
You will whisper to the bridge:
My mother burned the books I left behindย
and fed an old battle survivor and the neighborhood cats
with the cooking water.ย
She feared the heresies of the written wordย
and I grew bewildered by the interpretation of bridges. ย
O Stranger, let me write you a homeland.ย
โ No. In the hell that I wrote, all the homelands
burned in the last chapter.ย
(Source/Poem Source)
Sheikha Hlewaย (ุดูุฎุฉ ุญูููู) was born in Dhayl โAraj, an unrecognized Bedouin village near Haifa. Now living in Jaffa, she is a lecturer on Arab feminism at Ben Gurion University. Her short story collection,ย The Order C345ย (C345 ุงูุทูุจููุฉ), published in 2018, won the best short story book award in the Arab world 2019โ2020. Her work has been translated into Hebrew, German, French, and Bulgarian.ย
Yosefa Razย is a poet, translator, and scholar. Her work has recently appeared inย Entropy,Jacket2,ย Guernica,ย Protocols, theย Boston Review, and theย Los Angeles Review of Books. Her scholarship is focused on the often fraught transformation of prophecy into poetry. She is a lecturer in the Department of English Language & Literature at the University of Haifa.
(This is a poem that I wrote based on a story I've been working on, about a couple spending one last night together. Let me know what you think!)
A bittersweet melody, sung by two hearts in harmony.
These two souls intertwined for eternity,
Singing a song of a love so deep, a bond so strong and true,
A vow to make the most of life, and the promise of something new.
A vow to seize each moment, to cherish every breath,
A promise to embark on a dangerous journey, welcoming life and death.
Two hearts in pain, deeply in love, and yet so scared
Because one of them is leaving, in a way that canโt be repaired.
The other, willing to share in their loverโs last goodbye,
Agrees to a special request, one that will take them both to the sky.
Amidst a chorus of โyesโ and โnoโ, they find the strength to engage,
And prepare to step into the challenge, ready to turn the page.
They promise to share in this pleasure, crossing a line that was never drawn,
And forget the uncertain future, cherishing the present till dawn.
The dedication to go through, the courage to be bold,
The joy of being alive and the fear of growing old.
With bravery and trust, they embrace the passion of the night,
Overcoming fear, the power their of love shining bright.
A duet of hope and courage, of the sweetest sacrifice,
A story of two souls, agreeing to pay the ultimate price.
They sway and spin, their hearts take flight, lost in each otherโs embrace.
One may never know what tomorrow brings, but today, love has left its trace.
They have a love that will linger, and memories that will last,
A special bond between two hearts, a pledge strong and steadfast.
The night is done, and the time is here, to finally say goodbye.
One of them must leave for good, but the fire they made wonโt die.
The two share a final passionate kiss, and a promise to meet again.
Though the future is still uncertain, their love will never end.