#Alfredo Rodriguez

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Django and Alfredo

Django Reinhardt (1910-1953). wiki tells me that he was a ‘Belgian-Romani manouche – or Sinti jazz guitarist and composer was among the first to play jazz that featured the guitar as a lead instrument.’ I was surprised that he died so young – 43! In his short life he produced over 400 recordings with an amazing range of performers. I picked up a 5 cd collection of his work in 2002. It…

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Old Man.

By : Alfredo Rodriguez (b.1954)

Mexican.

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Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 1 odcinek 20]

premierowa emisja 13 września 2023 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Kris Davis “Brainfeel” z albumu  “Diatom Ribbons Live at the Village Vanguard” – Pyroclastic Records Mark Turner “Lennie Groove” z albumu “Live_at_the_Village_Vanguard” – Giant Step Arts Romanovska / Tichy / Hruby  & Garth Knox “Tento pribeh jsem slysel od kupce” z albumu “I’ve  Never Seen a Night So Long” – Hevhetia Milos Zeleznak…

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El Conde (2023)

Director - Pablo Larraín, Cinematography - Edward Lachman

"The trouble is that love dies before the body does."

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That smirk tho...

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If only she knew at that moment..

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Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?

Chapter 1 ➺  A harder job than I thought

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Hey, I'm going for it ! This is the start of my Misa fic. I planned it to be quite long in several short chapters. Also, I'm not personally feeling the Y/N + you kind of writing, so I've written the story at the first personne and chosen a nickname that you can pretend to be yours if you like. No warning at the moment, but there'll be sex in the further episodes. I'll put the warning when needed. Sorry again for any grammar and voc mistakes, english is not my mother tongue.

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I was never really interested in football before getting employed at Real Madrid. Of course, I used to watch a few games on TV during the main championships. But I have never intended to work for a football club, least of all, in Spain. But here I was, late twenty, speaking a few words of Spanish, entering the Cuidad Real Madrid for day one of my new job as the new official photographer.

Introductions went well. Staff was nice. Work seemed interesting, with quite a lot to do on the creative side. I felt great. My office was located on the second floor on the west side of the building, a bit appart from the training grounds. I took time to settle a few minutes in my chair, gazed through the window at the Alfredo di Stephano stadium and saw the tiny silhouettes of the footballers training. My manager, Ana, came back to have me introduced to the girls. I quickly grabbed my camera and followed her to the pitch. 

The sun blinded me as I came out. My eyes took a moment to ajuste. Shouts of trainers and players echoed all around. They were many. Ana spoke with some guys and training slowly stopped. The Real Madrid players came toward us and gathered, some of them still panting. Ana spoke again. 

"Hello everyone, let me introduce you our new photographer Y/N. But you can call her Nicky as she likes it better." 

"Hi, I never liked my name" I said nervously. 

The girls stared at me, smiling. I couldn’t help to notice their muscular arms and thighs. Strength oozed from their bodies. There were pretty faces too. Ana spoked the name of each players. One very tanned girl was looking away, looking slightly bored. 

"And finally, this is Misa" She said pointing at her. Misa looked at me, her eyes rested on my face just a moment while quickly waving her hand in a welcoming gesture and then looked away again. I felt my face grew hot. I was a professional photographer. It was explicitly written in my employment contract that dating the team members was prohibited. I shook of my inappropriate feelings as the introducing part ended. 

A few days passed as I settled in my new life. I had found in a tiny appartement in Lavapies. Got everything I needed. I was rather happy to start over. I had quitted my toxic ex girlfriend a few months ago and my very boring previous job. Each day, I went to the pitch to film the team arriving and to take pictures of the footballers training in order to post on the social networks. They all seemed nice, thought some of them looked bothered to be photographed all the time. Linda, Naomi, Sofie and Hayley clearly enjoyed being in front of the camera while Ivana, Olga and Misa tried to avoid it most of the time. We had chatted very little, everyone focused on their respective work. 

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Then, arrived the day of the brand new kits big photoshoot. It was a very busy day. Adidas had designed a specific set with a moss background and real plants around. It was a bit to much for my tastes but I didn’t had my word to say as the campagne was managed by the brand. I was assisting the Adidas photographer by giving pose instructions to the girls. I took some shoots too. We were shooting for nearly five hours when came Misa’s turn. I couldn’t say I didn’t noticed how pretty she was in her new pale purple kit. Her tan skin contrasted frankly with the fabric. She had a piercing on her left nostril I’d never seen before. Her long hair was taken down, falling on her broad shoulders. She took her place, clearly used to being a model.

"Misa, face the camera" I said. Her dark eyes crossed mine before she looked straight at the camera and composed a smile. I could tell she was feeling confident, but I wasn’t sure she really was enjoying it. "Switch to profile, please". "Strike a pose". "Now put your gloves on". Misa obediently took all the poses shots after shots. 

"Are we done ?" She asked, looking at me patiently. 

"I think we are thank you. Thanks god you’re the last one !"

"I find it long already, so I can’t imagine how it must be for you." She said, her brows frowning. She walked aside from the set. I started to put away the equipment next to her. "It’s okay, I like my job. Today is just a bit repetitive"

"Are we cool models ?" I looked up at her. Her face was relaxing since the photoshoot ended. A shy smile appeared on her lips as she suddenly seemed to think her question was embarrassing. "In fact yes, indeed. Like, as a photographer, they’re is everything to ajuste. When you’re training, you’re moving fast so I have to increase shutter speed. When you’re posing like today, shutter can be slower but you have to have good exposure…" My voice trailed off as I took a glimpse of her perplex expression. "Sorry I have never known how to talk about my job. You see, technic plays a huge part in photography." 

"Don’t worry, I haven’t a clue of what you are taking about but it actually got me interested." She was smiling frankly now and that made her ever more beautiful. I tried to focus one folding the spotlights back in there bags. "Those lights make you very warm and sweaty" she said. "I’m sorry I’ll go and change. See you Nicky." 

"Bye Misa."

I was feeling both disappointed by her departure and relieved to be able to finish tidying thinks up more serenely when I heard Misa’s embarrassed voice rise from the backroom. "Hum… please can someone help me?"

I dropped the camera I was packing and went there thinking that fucking day would never end. I suppressed a laugh when I saw Misa struggling with her jersey up her head. The collar was picked up somewhere around her nose. I forced myself to look away from her well shaped abs and the low-cut of her sports bra.

"Misa, I’m there, what’s happening ?" 

"the jersey… in my nosering. I can’t take it off !"

"hold still, I’do it."

I slowly came close to Misa and delicately hold the jersey’s collar while looking for where her piercing had gotten stuck. A fabric fiber had indeed been taken inside the small golden ring. I tried hard to concentrate. Her mouth was twitching nervously. I was so close to her face I could feel her breath. She pursed her luscious lips as I finally removed the string, let out a sight and took off the jersey. Her eyes met mine again while I took a step back. "Thanks, I thought I’d lose my nose on this one…" 

"You did well to ask for help, you could have hurt yourself." 

"I’m glad it was you and not some random Adidas guy, all my friends are gone by now." 

"anytime !" I shrugged, feeling hot again. She gathered her clothes and started taking off her shorts. Footballers really weren’t modest. I turned around, ready to leave. I felt I was unable to take anymore glances at Misa’s body parts. "Bye then" I said softy.

"Bye, and Nicky, you definitely have to teach me some photo stuff ! I’m serious." I slowly turned back to her. She had already put her trousers and T shirt on. "Yes, sure… after tomorrow’s training if you’d like." 

"Yeah, count on me". She gathered her stuff, gestured goodbye and left.

My job was turning out to be harder than I expected.

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That's it for chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it. Drop a like if you're hyped !

Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope

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Williams' Argentine driver Franco Colapinto signs an autograph for a fan during the second practice session of the Formula One Mexico City Grand Prix at the Hermanos Rodriguez racetrack, in Mexico City on October 25, 2024. (Photo by ALFREDO ESTRELLA/AFP /Kym Illman via Getty Images)

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🖌 Художник Альфредо Родригес (Alfredo Rodriguez).

,,Перерыв на кофе". ☕

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The full passenger manifest of Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571, which set off from Montevido, Uruguay to Santiago, Chile, on October 12th, 1972.

1. Francisco Abal

2. Carlos Paez Rodriguez

3. Roberto Francois Alvarez

4. Daniel Maspons Hossa

5. Gilberto Regules Zorrilla

6. Marcelo Pérez del Castillo

7. Roy Harley Sanchez

8. Jorge Hounie Sere

9. Julio Martinez Lamas

10. Gaston Costemalle Jardi

11. Arturo Nogueira Paullier

12. Felipe Maquirriain

13. Diego Storm Gornah

14. Alfredo Delgado

15. Alvaro Mangino

16. Jose P. Algorta Duran

17. Francisco Nicola Brusa

18. Esther Horta de Nicola

19. Antonio Vizintin Brandi

20. Susanna E. Parrado Dolgay

21. Eugenia Dolgay de Parrado

22. Fernando Parrado Dolgay

23. Eduardo Strauch Urioste

24. Adolfo Strauch Urioste

25. Daniel Shaw Urioste

26. Gustavo Zerbino Stajano

27. Roberto Canessa Urta

28. Gustavo Nicholich Arocena

29. Fernando Vasquez Nerel

30. Jose Luis Inciarte Vasquez

31. Daniel Fernandez Strauch

32. Rafael Echavarren Vasque

33. Numa Turcatti Pesquera

34. Alfredo Cibils

35. Carlos Valeta Vallendor

36. Enrique Platero Riet

37. Javier Methol Abal

38. Liliana Navarro de Methol

39. Ramon Sabella

40. Juan Carlos Menendez Vilascca

41. Graciela Obdulia Augusto Gumila de Mariani

42. Guido Jose Magri

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Beethoven - Für Elise - Alfredo Rodriguez Band

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"Un giorno una bimba molto sveglia si rivolse al vecchio nonno Cherokee mentre egli stava in meditazione dinnanzi a uno splendido tramonto. «Nonno: perché gli uomini combattono?» E proprio mentre il sole stava perdendo la sua battaglia con la notte, il saggio indiano spostò lo sguardo dalla rossa sfera e guardò dritto negli occhi della bimba, perle altrettanto infuocate. «Ogni uomo», disse calmo e sicuro, «è chiamato a compiere le proprie battaglie e la madre di tutte le battaglie è lo scontro che avviene tra i due lupi.» «Quali due lupi, nonno? » «Quelli che ogni uomo cela dentro di sé.» La bimba non comprese subito, tuttavia cominciò ad ascoltarsi e percepì in sé forti sensazioni mentre il nonno continuò: «Dentro ognuno di noi ci sono due lupi, uno è ferito, deluso, incattivito e vive di paura, invidia, gelosia, risentimento, menzogna ed egoismo.» Fece una pausa vedendo che la nipote era profondamente assorta. «E l’altro?» disse ella all’improvviso. «L’altro è un lupo felice, gentile, compassionevole. Vive in pace, nell’amore, nella fiducia e nella generosità. Si esprime in modo autentico.» La bimba, sempre più assorta e intenta a comprendere, chiese infine con trepidazione: «E quale lupo vince?» Il saggio Cherokee, con gli occhi lucidi e luminosi, con lo sguardo libero e profondo, rispose così: «Quello che scegli di nutrire di più!» La ragazza sveglia ne fu molto colpita e durante la notte fece curiosi sogni di epiche battaglie. Al risveglio una domanda le sgorgò urgentemente dal cuore. La rivolse al nonno alla prima occasione: «Nonno, tra il giorno e la notte io scelgo il giorno, ma mi piace anche la notte. Tra il caldo e il freddo, io scelgo il caldo, ma apprezzo anche il fresco. Perché ci deve essere sempre una battaglia? Perché ci deve essere sempre una cosa migliore dell’altra?». Il nonno, compiaciuto, si illuminò in volto. «Hai colto nel segno, non c’è un lupo davvero buono e un lupo davvero cattivo. Tutto è parte dell’Uno. Entrambi i lupi sono parte della Perfezione. Il giorno esiste solo perché c’è anche la notte, puoi inspirare soltanto dopo aver espirato. Entrambi i lupi vanno dunque nutriti, tuttavia occorre essere svegli e presenti per farlo in modo corretto, cogliendo di entrambi l’autentica natura, il potenziale e la forza. Rispettando i caratteri di entrambi i lupi tu crei un equilibrio che ti permette di stare nella pace: nessuno dei due vorrà attirare maggiore attenzione e tu potrai sentire di volta in volta la voce più profonda della tua coscienza». «Allora vincono tutti e due i lupi!» esclamò la ragazza con allegria. «Esatto!» confermò il nonno. «La quiete è l’obiettivo di un uomo di Conoscenza! Grazie al silenzio e alla pace interiore ogni conflitto perde significato. Tutto torna a splendere alla luce della Perfezione». La giovane ragazza sorrise di tutto cuore."

L'indiano e le altre creature che erano nate qui e che vivevano, avevano una madre comune: la terra. Egli era imparentato con tutto ciò che vive e riconosceva a tutte le creature gli stessi diritti come a se stesso. Quanto era legato alla terra, egli l'amava e l'ammirava. (Orso in piedi) art by Alfredo Rodriguez *********************** "One day a very smart little girl turned to her old Cherokee grandfather while he was meditating in front of a splendid sunset. «Grandfather: why do men fight?» And just as the sun was losing its battle with the night, the Indian sage moved his gaze from the red sphere and looked straight into the little girl's eyes, equally fiery pearls. «Every man», he said calmly and confidently, «is called to carry out his own battles and the mother of all battles is the clash that occurs between the two wolves.» «Which two wolves, grandfather? » «The ones that every man hides inside himself.» The little girl did not understand immediately, however she began to listen to herself and felt strong sensations within herself while her grandfather continued: «Inside each of us there are two wolves, one is hurt, disappointed, angry and lives of fear, envy, jealousy, resentment, lies and selfishness.» He paused as he saw that his niece was deeply engrossed. "And the other?" she said suddenly. «The other is a happy, kind, compassionate wolf. He lives in peace, in love, trust and generosity. He expresses himself authentically." The little girl, increasingly absorbed and intent on understanding, finally asked with trepidation: “And which wolf wins?” The wise Cherokee, with bright and shining eyes, with a free and deep gaze, responded thus: “The one you choose to feed the most!” The awake girl was greatly affected and during the night she had curious dreams of epic battles. When she woke up, a question of hers urgently welled up from her heart. She addressed it to her grandfather at the first opportunity: «Grandpa, between day and night I choose the day, but I also like the night. Between hot and cold, I choose warm, but I also appreciate cool. Why does there always have to be a battle? Why must there always be one thing better than the other? The grandfather, pleased, lit up his face. «You hit the nail on the head, there is no really good wolf and no really bad wolf. Everything is part of the One. Both wolves are part of Perfection. The day exists only because there is also night, you can only inhale after having exhaled. Both wolves must therefore be fed, however we need to be awake and present to do it correctly, grasping the authentic nature, potential and strength of both. By respecting the characters of both wolves you create a balance that allows you to stay in peace: neither of you will want to attract more attention and you will be able to hear the deepest voice of your conscience from time to time." “Then both wolves win!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully. "Exact!" confirmed the grandfather. «Quiet is the goal of a man of Knowledge! Thanks to silence and inner peace, every conflict loses meaning. Everything shines again in the light of Perfection." The young girl smiled wholeheartedly."

The Indian and the other creatures who were born here and lived had a common mother: the earth. He was related to all living things and recognized the same rights for all creatures as for himself. As much as he was tied to the earth, he loved and admired it. (Bear standing) art by Alfredo Rodriguez 

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¡Hola Papi Rodriguez!

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Artist Alfredo Rodriguez