#Carlos Vera

[theanticool]

Rinya Nakamura out grapples Carlos Vera to earn UD.

Very much a dominant wrestler prospect meets a slippery leg lock guy type of fight. Nakamura got Vera down at will but found it hard to establish position or land GnP. Vera did a good job of using leg attacks to keep Nakamura moving on top, occupying him so he didn't land anything serious. Nakamura showed some great awareness while defending, never seriously getting stuck in an attack for that long but was unable to do any real damage or threaten with a serious submission of his own (though he got couple of attempts in). Also says in the post-fight that he might have broken his right hand, so that might explain some stuff. Still, this is a fight a lot of good prospects lose. There's a reason you'll have guys who are like 16-1 and champion but have an early career submission loss to some guy who's like 4-7 whatever. Leg locks can be the equalizer.

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Crowdfunding Corner: Asylum Press' Zombie Terrors: Undead Special #1

Crowdfunding Corner: Asylum Press' Zombie Terrors: Undead Special #1 #comics #comicbooks #kickstarterreads

Backer Beware: Crowdfunding projects are not guaranteed to be delivered and/or delivered when promised. We always recommend to do your research before backing. Asylum Press has launched Zombie Terrors: Undead Special #1 on Kickstarter. Featuring a creative cast of incredible international talent. In ‘Bloody Good Time’ Desperate and alone, an undercover cop tries to make his way out of a biker…

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Vera Zorna, Yvonne de Carlo, and Lucille Ball

O Século Ilustrado, No. 509, October 4 1947

[ninaemsaopaulo]

"Odiei a comida em Oxford, mãe" 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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PHOTOSHOOT: MARINA FOR INTERVIEW

Welcome to a retrospective journey to March 2015, a moment in time whenMarina Diamandis graced the lens of acclaimed photographer Hao Zeng for Interview Magazine.

Amidst this collaborative masterpiece, Marina's elegance and allure were impeccably curated by the skilled hand of stylist Alpha Vomero, while makeup virtuoso Stefanie Willmann and hair artist Kat Zemtsova worked their magic.

In the opening act of this enchanting photoshoot, Marina Diamandis steps into the spotlight adorned in the Marissa Webb Spring/Summer 2015 double-layered shirt gown. This exquisite creation comprises two long shirts, one in pristine white and the other in elegant black, thoughtfully layered atop one another.

She artfully accessorized with a KaufmanFranco white leather belt, cleverly styled as a chic choker. The collection of this piece may remain shrouded in mystery, but it was generously provided by Albright Fashion Library, who provided most of the wardrobe choices that adorned Marina throughout this editorial.

As the editorial unfolds, Marina effortlessly transitions into her second look, showcasing her impeccable fashion sensibility. In this striking ensemble, M exudes sophistication and style, courtesy of Albright Fashion Library.

At the heart of her look, Marina dons a luxurious Givenchy blazer crafted from red grain de poudre wool. This impeccable piece, with a price tag of $2,425.00, envelops her in a sense of timeless elegance.

Complementing the bold hue of her blazer, Marina adorns a pair of red Juan Carlos Obando Spring/Summer 2015 runway tie-waist silk wide-leg trousers. These trousers, reminiscent of the designer's acclaimed blue variation from the same collection, lend a touch of runway glamour to her look.

To add a personal touch, Marina completes her ensemble with a black bandeau top that is uniquely her own.

Completing the ensemble, Marina steps into black leather platform pointed-toe pumps with chunky heels from Vera Wang's Spring/Summer 2015 collection.

Finally, Marina poses for the camera in a total look from CoSTUME NATIONAL's Resort 2015 lookbook — a rich purple double-breasted blazer with peaked lapels and the matching high-waisted box pleat palazzo trousers.

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L’artiglio del tempo: Un enigma storico tra i vicoli di Napoli di Anna Vera Viva. Recensione di Alessandria today

Un viaggio tra misteri, storia e cultura.

Un viaggio tra misteri, storia e cultura.Con “L’artiglio del tempo”, Anna Vera Viva ci conduce in un’affascinante avventura tra gli intricati vicoli di Napoli, intrecciando storia, cultura e suspense. Pubblicato da Garzanti, questo romanzo si distingue per la sua capacità di mescolare abilmente mistero e introspezione, immergendo il lettore in un intricato enigma che affonda le radici nel…

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Harold and the Purple Crayon

Scheda informativa

Titolo italiano: Il Magico Mondo di Harold

Regia: Carlos Saldanha

Cast: Alfred Molina (Narratore), Zachary Levi (Harold), Lil Rel Howery (Moose), Zooey Deschanel (Terry), Benjamin Bottani (Mel), Tanya Reynolds (Porcupine), Jemaine Clement (Gary), Pete Gardner (Detective Love), Camille Guaty (Junior Detective Silva), Ravi Patel (Prasad), Zele Avradopopoulos (Ms. Hemm), Boston William-Inez Pierce (bullo #1), Salathiel Murphy (bullo #2), Vartam (Mayhem), Brisco De Poalio (bambino nella biblioteca), Lauren Halperin (mamma del bambino nella libreria), Seth Zenn Robbins (Oscar), Catherine Davis (Kat), Michael Lee Kimel (Mark), Grace Junot (Yasmin), Jef Holbrook (employee), Mallory Hoff (anchorwoman), Elizabeth Becka (Ms. Barnaby), Phil Ortiz (Mr. Perez), Mason Douglas (ragazzino), Jasmine Thomas (cameriera), Dijon Means (cameriere), Theresa O'Shea (anziana al negozio), Baby Dro (bambino sull'elicottero), Avangeline Friedlander (bambina da Tiffy), Devin De Angelo (guardia #1), Steven McCormack (guardia #2), Carolyn Emeric (guardia #3), Hillary Harley (signora in macchina #1), Wesley Jetton (maestro), Jennifer Chung (signora in macchina #2), TJ Jackson (jogger), Stephanie Dunnam (signora dell'antiquariato), Elizabeth Carlie (signora con il cane), Danny Vinson (anziano con il bastone), Eliza Khalik (bambina al parco), Dajalinn Sanchez (testimone dell'aereo #1), Prescott Morgan (testimone dell'aereo #2), Patrice Fisher (preside), Caleb Black (prank kid #1), Brady Ryan (prank kid #2), John Mullis (anziano #1), Gerard Catus (anziano #2), Kermit Rolison (anziano #3), Mike Benitez (venditore)

Produzione: Columbia Pictures, Davis Entertainment, TSG Entertainment

Distribuzione: Sony Pictures Realising

Sceneggiatura: David Guion, Michael Handelman

Fotografia: Gabriel Beristain

Musiche: Batu Sener

Costumi:

Uscita: 21 luglio 2024 (Culver City, LA, U.S.A.), 2 agosto 2024 (U.S.A.), 12 settembre 2024 (Italia)

Durata: 90 minuti

Trama

Harold è un bambino che vive in un libro insieme ai suoi due migliori amici, Moose e Porcupine. Grazie a un pastello viola magico può far diventare reale ciò che disegna.

Quando Harold cresce, il narratore che chiama "Old Man" scompare misteriosamente, e per andare a cercarlo disegna una porta per andare nel Mondo Reale.

Recensione

Il film è un tributo all'immaginazione più pura, contenuta nel potere magico di un pastello viola ma che, se unita a un'intera scatola di altri pastelli colorati, ha un potere davvero potente. E, come dimostra il film stesso, il potere dell'immaginazione contenuto in quel singolo pastello viola è davvero immenso, perché non c'è limite a quello che una singola persona può immaginare.

I wanted to show folks that with a little imagination you can make your life whatever you want it to be. Volevo mostrare alle persone che con un po' di immaginazione puoi trasformare la tua vita in qualunque cosa tu voglia.

È una storia che insegna a usare la propria fantasia per rendere felici le persone che ci stanno attorno, in quanto già il mondo reale è pieno di crudeltà e tristezza. Ma è anche una storia che dimostra quanto, oltre che la fantasia e l'immaginazione, è necessario impegnarsi. Per raggiungere i propri obiettivi occorre anche tenere i piedi per terra e la testa sulle spalle: l'immaginazione deve aiutare ad addolcire le difficoltà che si incontrano nel scalare la vetta, senza sostituirsi al mondo reale perché, in tal caso, sarà qualcun altro a scrivere la tua storia. A condire il tutto vi è anche l'importanza dell'amicizia, e in particolare quella verache nei momenti più difficili ti viene ad aiutare senza farselo ripetere due volte.

Because life isn't just something that happens to you, it's something you create. The trick is in the imagining. Perché la vita non è solo qualcosa che ti capita, ma è qualcosa che crei. Il trucco è nell'immaginazione.

È una commedia dalla trama molto lineare e divertente, che segue la linea viola tracciata dal pastello di Harold donatogli dal suo creatore Crockett Johnson. Belli sono gli effetti speciali, ma ottimo è l'uso dell'animazione.

Valutazione

★★★★★ 5/5

Note aggiuntive

La storia è tratta dall'omonimo libro per bambini scritto da Crockett Johnson, ed è da considerarsi come il suo sequel.

L'azienda statunitense Crayola ha stretto una partnership con Sony cogliendo la palla al balzo per promuovere il film, lanciando il concorso "Find the purple crayon" in stile Willy Wonka e la Fabbrica di Cioccolato: Harold ha nascosto dei pastelli speciali all'interno delle confezioni da 24 pastelli. Si tratta di una caccia nazionale sul territorio statunitense, che può vedere una famiglia vincere una vacanza a New York City e visitare la Crayola experience, o altri premi tra i quali una TV Sony o bundle di prodotti viola Crayola.

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For a lot the answer is boring: their parents. BUT for some there is variety so let's focus on them, shall we?

Charles was raised by his father Carlos and the Elders (minus Lady Seraphine). He was taught a lot of "traditional" values and ideas. From hunting, math, science, general rules of gentlemen, sports, etc to how to be a future leader. Befriending Grayson cemented some of these traditional ideas. He even dated who he was told to date. Luckily, he met Elizabeth.

Vera (and to some degree, Lara) raised themselves/ each other, especially after their mother's death. Their father was loving but distant, putting work first since that's what he thought he had to do. Their grandpa Carlos was more hands-on when they were little, and the other Elders were around a lot, especially when they were teens (after their mom's death).

Alan had his parents but he was mostly raised by his grandma (before she passed) and his nanny. His parents never really understood him.

Katra lived with Mrs King while she was a child and teen in St Erast. Mrs King taught her magic. Her parents thought she'd get a better education this way.

Fabian barely remembers his mom as he (and his sister Jenna) lived with their uncle for the majority of their formative years. Then, when he turned 18, his uncle revealed that he was the heir of another Bridgeport clan.

Ibis' generation is boring omg, everyone was raised by their parents with the exception of time in boarding school.

Now Lori is being raised by her mom and her friend Saylor. Ibis is purposely not present (now that he knows) because he thinks it'll work better this way. He believes he's protecting her.

who raised your oc?

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Finalistas premo ARQUITECTURA CSCAE

El Jurado encargado de la selección de las propuestas finalistas ha estado compuesto por el vicepresidente segundo del CSCAE, Moisés Castro Oporto (como presidente del Jurado), Nuria Matarredona (directora general de Agenda Urbana y Arquitectura del Ministerio de Transportes, Movilidad y Agenda Urbana), Edgar González (experto en divulgación arquitectónica), Agnieszka Stepien (experta en…

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Hermit’s Lair https://t.me/Human_Antithesis

Animus Mortis - Testimonia (November 3rd, 2014) Country/País: Chile Genre/Género: Black Metal

Lineup:

Nicolás Onfray - Vocals, Guitars

Pedro Chávez - Guitars

Pablo Vera - Bass

Carlos Fuentes - Drums

Tracklist:

REM Manifesto - 05:17

Seven Decrees - 05:19

Manuscripts (Emanation & Ascent) - 05:02

Hyperbole of Senses - 06:36

Testimonia - 06:40

LVX - 06:26

Vibrations from the Immaterial - 07:22

[makingqueerhistory]

I was talking with a friend recently about our favourite images from queer history, and while I adore the compilations of photos of people being explicitly and obviously queer, I wanted to share some of the images that have touched my heart. All of these are of queer subjects and I have linked some articles about the people in question below, in case anyone is interested! I have a lot more so tell me if y’all are interested.

Princess Vera Gedroitz

Marsha P. Johnson & Pride 

The Story of the Ladies of Llangollen

Amrita Sher-Gil

Carlos Jáuregui

Cássia Eller 

Claude Cahun

Bajazid Doda

Chavela Vargas

Jackie Shane 

[saintescuderia]

ANTINAL // CS55

(a pancakes oneshot!)

AKA - carlos tries the local food in jeddah without you - and suffers as a result

series masterlist here :)

the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: this was written as a coping mechanism for the fact that carlos is sick and might not make jeddah

“Please tell me what you were thinking.” 

You walked into the room to see the Spanish driver sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes from the nap you had just woken up him from. Good. You had seen his Instagram story and the bragging of the 50km bike ride around Jeddah. With the Ferrari contract coming to an end, Onoro was working overtime. Carlos’ schedule was now jam packed with all these PR moments, both official in having meetings and dinners, and unofficial and his Instagram was now becoming his CV. 

Case in point, let me show off my athleticism. 

“I wanted to go for a bike ride.” Carlos said simply. His ran a hand through his bed hair, wild from his nap, and then his eye adjusted to you. “Don’t dump your bag there.”

“Then don’t keep your shoes here.” You retorted as, of course, his shoes were right by the door. You two had often argued about it, him haphazardly taking them off as he walked into the hotel and you tripping over them and then nagging him about it as you kicked them to the side. As now, you nagged at him and kicked the white sneakers out of your path. 

However, in doing so, you stopped and bent down to pick up the shoes. You looked at him and then back at the shoe with the Nike swish. A surprised smile found its way on your face, distracting you from the issue at hand. 

“You went out in dunks?” 

“You bought them for me to wear.” He said as if it were obvious. “Girlfriend affect.” He waved a dismissive hand in the air and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute that was. For a second, the whole thing disarmed you and made your forget why you had rushed to the hotel room in a huff. 

Then Carlos reached for some pills on his bedside table and it all came rushing back. 

It wasn’t like you disagreed with all the extra stuff Onoro had his cousin do. Carlos needed to start working now if he wanted to find another seat for next year. You all agreed to it. What you didn’t agree to was Carlos taking stupid risks with his training and doing stuff like a 50km bike ride in Saudi Arabian weather without you. The heat stroke alone was enough to knock him out and prevent him from actually racing that weekend. 

Case in point, right now. 

“Alright kids I gotta get to work, if I don’t input those numbers… doesn’t make much of difference.”

You snorted, immediately tuning into the iconic voice of one Chandler Bing. You look to where the TV was playing one of the earlier season of FRIENDS, the cast looking especially younger. You looked back at Carlos and frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“What? You always say I should watch it.” He said. 

It wasn’t that Carlos was watching FRIENDS. It was the fact that he was in bed watching FRIENDS. If there ever was someone more pedantic about sleep hygiene, it was him. If he had just woken up from a nap, it wasn’t planned. Suddenly, your worry about his wellbeing overtook your anger. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you came to sit on the edge of the bed he was still reclined in. You brought a hand to his forehead and noted his temperature. Nothing alarming. Though, he was shirtless and the AC was on. You also noted the green gel of aloe vera he had likely stolen from your own suitcase. At least he was taking care of himself. 

“Better now that you’re here.” He said and reached up to bring the hand that was feeling his forehead to bring it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your fingers. You rolled your eyes but still couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re not going to get out of this.”

“Out of what?”

“Carlos, I saw your story.” You said. 

“One second mi amor.” Carlos flipped the bed sheets back and then climbed out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. You stared at him confusedly as suddenly there was music playing from inside the bathroom. You were really at a loss with this one. Especially since you recognised the song and wondered since when your boyfriend willingly listened to Metro Boomin? 

Carlos was particular about his bathroom time and if he was playing music, you could only assume he wasn’t in there just to take a piss. Evidently he was going to be in there for a while and that meant you would have to occupy yourself until then. 

There was a coffee machine at the small kitchenette that was calling your name. You had woken up earlier than usual to help Oscar through some drills before the race weekend and the need for caffeine was all too real. As you popped the pod into the Nespresso machine, you realised the spread of half-eaten food Carlos had likely ordered - and dumped into the kitchen sink. 

You knew his diet well since you had been the one to essentially create it. It had been a painstaking process to carefully craft a regime that allowed Carlos to hit his protein goals - and indulge in his love for food. Because man, did Carlos love food. He had pretty much wept at the sight of you poached chicken breast all those many months ago. Since the relationship between the two of you had shifted on from the strictly business of a trainer-driver relationship to becoming a fully fledged romantic couple, Carlos had taken you out to countless restaurants. He had a list in his Notes app of all his favourite restaurants, bars and cafes all around the world and had decided to take you to every one come a Grand Prix weekend.  

You thought it was stupid since he needed to work but one could never be mad at those eyes. It was how he managed to get you to let him eat all that he did. 

So to see that Carlos Sainz, the Spanish foodie Carlos Sainz, had ordered a lunch of plain fruits and plain toast— you were immediately confused. Suspicious even. Carlos eating plain toast was… unfathomable. 

You made your coffee and opted to just wait until Carlos could explain his choice of breakfast. The way you saw it was that he was restricting himself with such low calorie foods in the hope of shedding weight and hopefully then bettering his race. 

The coffee had finished pouring and you huffed as you picked up the cup and went to sit on the bed. 

“I can’t stop smiling.”

“I can see that. It’s like you slept with a hanger in your mouth.”

Sitting on the bed, you blew on your coffee and tried to focus on Rachel and Monica on the TV - and not how Carlos was currently his own worse enemy. It was no use to tell him off now. Reyes had told you how the Junior was like the Senior in the toilet being a sacred space. You don’t bother Carlos on the toilet. 

You had done that once and it was the only time Carlos had ever snapped at you. 

Something buzzed in your pocket. It was likely Oscar asking about lunch and so you went to set the coffee on the bedside table to free up your hands and respond - when you saw it. 

You recognised the Ferrari water bottle with the personalised 55 decoration. 

You also recognised the Antinal box of pills that were half opened beside it. 

Oh. 

Suddenly all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. The plain foods, the lack of forewarning as he jumped to the toilet, the impromptu nap. Carlos wasn’t unfit for Jeddah because he was overworking himself, Carlos was unfit for Jeddah because he had diarrhoea.  

Looking down at the familiar bottle of pills, your only question now was how in the fuck Carlos knew to take it. Sure, Antinal would’ve been your go to if you were hit with gastro or food poisoning or whatever it was that was now plaguing your boyfriend. Your auntie used to have a hoarded stock of the medication in her cupboard above the microwave. You swore that the stuff was magic. It was better than any of the medication you had found in the US or UK. Though, how Carlos had managed to get hold of Egyptian diarrhoea medication was beyond you. 

You looked back at the white dunks by the door and remembered how while you had been training with your brother, your boyfriend had been doing some PR for Saudi Arabia and touring the local streets. 

The door finally opened and out came Carlos, patting his stomach. You said nothing as he came to sit on the bed beside you, not questioning how you took his side. He wordlessly climbed back under the covers and you felt all the anger, all the worry wash out of you. All you felt now was genuine fondness for the sick boy beside you. 

“You tried the local food without me.”

It was a statement but Carlos still curled up beside you and mumbled an affirmative “Yes.” to your side. Your arm came up to wrap around him and start playing with his hair. 

“How the fuck did you find Antinal?”

“I asked Oscar.” 

“Oh, habibi.” You couldn’t help but croon as you had to imagine Carlos going to your brother, someone he admittedly didn’t get along with all too well and asking for help because he had stomach problems. Still, you knew Oscar wouldn’t have said anything or made jokes. No matter his feelings towards Carlos, Oscar wasn't like that. Besides, you had taught the young driver enough.

For example, to always have gastro medication. No matter what. 

Carlos didn’t saying anything and you didn’t feel the need to add anything. Instead, you slowly got up from sitting on top of the covers and came to slide yourself underneath them. You brought your arm back around Carlos and resumed your comforting massage as he rested beside you, eyes closed. You, however, were sipping on your coffee, half your attention on the 90s sitcom currently playing - “I can’t believe you didn’t know it was a line!” - and the blue and grey text bubbles between you and the driver you considered your little brother.

Oscar was now asking if dinner was an option since lunch was evidently now forgone that Carlos was asleep next to you. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Or so you thought was asleep. You blinked, looking down at the boyfriend you thought had drifted off again. 

“For what?” You said, dropping your phone and sliding down to bring your face to his. You lightly traced his face and saw the way his frown between his brows eased, his lips lifted slightly. 

“Ricciardo made a joke about my contract in front of Lewis. It’s why I went out for that bike ride and posted about it.” He admitted. You bit back any of the words that immediately came to mind and how you wanted to rip into the stupidity of letting someone like Daniel Ricciardo getting to him. Sure, there was some clear bad blood but you really had hoped Carlos wouldn’t have let it get to him. Danny was just a scorned ex after all.

“If anything, I should be mad that you went to explore restaurants without me." You said lightly. "What happened to us having one couple date a weekend?”

Carlos’ eyes blinked open at that as his smile grew. You felt warmth inside you bloom seeing that beautiful, beautiful smile of his. Your phone buzzed again and you turned over to pick it up and read the message from Oscar. You snorted. 

“What?” Carlos asked. 

“Oscar says he hopes you feel better.” 

“That’s nice of him.” Carlos said, sitting up slightly to reach over you and go for his water bottle. This made you sit up also and now you both had your backs to the headboard, sitting up in the bed. 

“I think he just wants you to race so he can get payback for Spa last year.” You said. Oscar’s next text thread confirmed this and you chuckled and went to pick up your coffee to take a sip. Carlos shook his head and went back to lay his head on the pillow. 

“When does this kick in?”

“The antinal?” You asked, grinning as you still couldn’t believe Carlos Sainz was using your Middle Eastern auntie’s magical cure for anything stomach related. “Maybe an hour after taking it, depending on how bad it is.” Carlos frowned and closed his eyes, shifting a lot as he tried to get comfortable back in the bed. Your grin fell slightly and you brought your hand back to his hair. 

“Sleep it off, habibi.”

“What are you going to do?” 

“Watch FRIENDS.” You said with a shrug. 

“I was supposed to watch it.”

“Not my fault.” You sassed back. “I’ll rewatch it with you again later. You just work on fixing your stomach and I’ll read through race strategies and debrief you later in case you can race.” You paused and took a sip of your coffee. “I also need to convince Lando to come to dinner.”

“Why?”

“Since you and I haven’t had dinner and I was supposed to be with Oscar for lunch but I’m here with you.” You explained. "He's wanting dinner plans."

“He saw you all of yesterday and this morning.” 

Carlos' complaints made you smile. “We’ll go out us four. You two can bond again.”

He only huffed. “When have we ever bonded?”

“When you got over yourself and asked him for antinal because you wouldn’t stop shitting?”

Carlos’ response was to reach his hand up and flick you on the nose. 

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Merry Christmas @hannahhook7744

HERE IT IS FINALLY!

The Invisible Truth AU family tree

It doesn't look that great but I hope you like it anyway!

(Family Close ups under the cut)

Félix, Pepa, Dolores, Mariano, Princesa, Elmira, Oscar, Fuega, Ligera, Leta, Juan, Javier

(redacted), Camilo, Mina, Amelia, Sofia, Carlos, Hugo, José

Antonio, Giovanni, Dayana

Mirabel, Miguel, Marcelo, Mariana, Marisol, Vera, Renata

Luisa, Ryder, Emilia, Tito, Belinda, Silvia, Amada

Julieta, Augustín, Isabela, Bubo, Arlo, Zoe, Miguel Jr, Avila

Pedro, Alma, Bruno, Cesare, Cornel, Cyriacus, Claudine, Rick, Rachel, Rory, Gigi, Mason, Glenn

[pier-carlo-universe]

Che cos’è l’amicizia? Una geniale frase di Seneca che illumina il concetto di vero amico

Un viaggio nell’essenza dell’amicizia secondo il filosofo romano.

Un viaggio nell’essenza dell’amicizia secondo il filosofo romano. L’amicizia secondo Seneca.L’amicizia è uno dei legami più profondi e significativi che un essere umano possa sperimentare. Ma cosa definisce realmente un vero amico? Lucio Anneo Seneca, il grande filosofo e scrittore romano del I secolo d.C., ci offre una riflessione che attraversa i secoli: “Il vero amico è un altro te stesso.”…