#Eduardo Victoria

[boomgers]

Hay almas gemelas que nunca mueren… “El Extraño Retorno De Diana Salazar”

La serie narra el amor prohibido de dos almas capaces de desafiar los límites del tiempo y sobrevivir más allá de la vida y la muerte.

Diana, marcada por un destino inusual, enfrenta misterios en su vida que desafían la lógica. Con poderes sorprendentes y enemigos ocultos, su búsqueda de la verdad revelará secretos de vidas anteriores. ¿Podrá el amor auténtico romper la maldición que la persigue?.

Estreno: 17 de mayo de 2024 en ViX.

Basada en el exitoso melodrama homónimo de 1988, la serie cuenta con las actuaciones de Angelique Boyer, Sebastián Rulli, Arap Bethke, Cassandra Sánchez Navarro, Rubén Sanz, Eduardo Victoria, Paola Toyos, Sergio Jurado, Ivan Tamayo, Axel Alcántara, Mónica Dionne, Sergio Reynoso, Lorena Graniewicz, Erick Chapa y Sergio Mur.

[dogearedheart]

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

[poem by veniennes || pilot, supernatural || unkown || in my time of dying, supernatural || obit, victoria chang || ivan the terrible and his son ivan on friday, november 16, 1581, nikolai semjonowitsch schustow || saturn devouring his son, peter paul rubens || on the head of a pin, supernatural || saint anthony's church, eduardo corral || all hell breaks loose, supernatural || erou, maya phillips || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || saturn devouring his son, francisco de goya || the sacrifice of isaac, jacob jordaens || delano johnson || brothers, gang of youths || how do we forgive our fathers?, dick lourie || someday I'll love, ocean vuogn]

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Cruella de Vil (Victoria Smurfit) Black sequin dress & white fur coat.. Once Upon A Time (2011-2018).. Costume by Eduardo Castro.

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Carta de Victoria Ocampo a Eduardo Mallea

Los árboles de Supervielle me gustan sin entusiasmarme. Podrían decirse tantas otras cosas. Esa música de los troncos, de las ramas, de las hojas ha acompañado mi vida de tal modo, la ha iluminado con tanta constancia, que me fastidian los poetas que no saben decirla lo mejor posible.

Cuando yo tenía siete años (o seis) fui por primera vez a un bosque en Francia. Debe de haber sido otoño, a juzgar por el olor que recuerdo, y sé que iba caminando. Mi encantamiento y felicidad, mi sorpresa y mi avidez ante esta cosa inimaginable que me entraba por los ojos, la nariz, los pies, duran todavía. Yo no conocía esta forma de la naturaleza. Sólo sabía de llanuras de agua y de tierra. Pero esto era como si la naturaleza me hubiera encerrado con llave en su propia habitación. Se volvía palpable y concentrada en torno de mi pequeñez. Se estrechaba contra mí y no me dejaba más ese espacio, ese vacío alrededor que me había habituado a considerarla un poco como otro cielo.

Una vez te hablé de esos momentos tan raros en que uno ve, oye y comprende a un nivel por encima del nuestro. Permanecemos entonces inmóviles, casi sin respiración, aunque no nos falte el aire. En una especie de gran silencio interior que semeja la página en blanco, preparada para recibir cualquier palabra imprevisible. Es de ese modo como he sentido el bosque. Como yo si naciera al entrar en él. Como si el uso de mis sentidos me viniera de él. Nunca más lo volví a ver así. Pero ese día se prolonga en mí. Siempre estoy cayendo desde ese día, desde esos instantes, sin encontrar jamás tierra o agua que detenga mi caída. Caigo con una columna de humo (estas palabras, estas explicaciones opacas) que se inscribe y desaparece detrás de mí; testimonio perecedero de un imperecedero incendio.

Mi encuentro con el bosque tuvo lugar, creo, la primera vez que penetré en él.

Pero mi encuentro con el Río de la Plata se ha producido de otro modo, acaso más extraño, porque yo lo veía todos los días sin saber que él me espiaba, que estaba allí, que tenía tantas cosas para decirme y que iba a esperarme todo el tiempo que fuera necesario. ¡Pero el bosque!

Puede ser que sea por eso que la primera frase pronunciada -cantada- en Pelléas y Mélisande por Golaud, cuando el telón se levanta: "¡Nunca podré salir de este bosque!" siempre me ha producido (aparte de la música que la exalta) un efecto hechizante. Yo tampoco saldré jamás de este bosque, porque un día se me apareció de tal manera que tuve que quedarme. Y me quedé porque había desaparecido: desapareció desde el momento en que me fue revelado. Está en mí, pero lo he perdido fuera de mí: no puedo distinguirlo dentro. Es como si no tuviera espejo para mi propio rostro. No es el rostro lo que he perdido, sino la visión del rostro.

El bosque estaba mucho más cerca de mis sentidos, los afectaba mucho más que el Río de la Plata. Era una felicidad más que una alegría. Pero todo eso (los árboles, las flores, las semillitas), todo eso estalla a veces ante nosotros como una palabra que buscábamos para no dejar escapar lo que queríamos decir. Porque la palabra fija y su función -según mi experiencia- es puramente fijadora. Los árboles, las flores, las semillitas son palabras sin Petit Larousse que las explique. A veces uno imagina que las ha comprendido, que ha descubierto el sentido de esos gritos que son el agua que corre, el bosque donde los brotes verdean milagrosamente. A veces no se oye más nada y casi ni siquiera el eco de aquello que se había escuchado.

Victoria Ocampo - Villa Victoria (Mar del Plata).

[ruleof3bobby]

MASTER GARDENER (2022) Grade: C

Never had a wow moment that makes you fall in love with the film. Plot felt predictable during major scenes. The tension was never off the radar. I did like the color palette and production design.

[wisegardenbluebird]

LA HISTORIA INSÓLITA DE MARÍA LEJÁRRAGA

Se cumplen 50 años de la muerte en el exilio de la escritora y dramaturga que firmaba con el nombre de su marido Francisco R. Pastoriza          El 28 de junio de 1974, hace hoy 50 años, moría en Buenos Aires María Lejárraga, escritora que durante mucho tiempo ocultó su nombre bajo los apellidos de su marido, Gregorio Martínez Sierra, un caso que ilustra como ningún otro la marginación de la…

[ifreakingloveroyals]

2 July 2017 | Infanta Elena of Spain and Victoria de Marichalar attend the 'Jose Manuel Soto 30th Anniversay Celebration' photocall at Royal Theatre in Madrid, Spain. (c) Eduardo Parra/Getty Images

[literatureofdrama]

800 More Sunday Afternoons

[distantvoices]

Mila, Ian, Lestat, Cam, Sebastian, Eli, Aldo, Angel, Tania, Eduardo, Emni, Lucy, Sierva, Salem By An Le for Vogue Portugal April 2024

Victoria Pavon (Creative Director), Ricardo Arenas (Fashion Editor/Stylist), Dorian Lopez (Casting Director), Victoria Pavon (Executive Producer)

[mariusz026]

Yo no voto, yo no les creo a sus "fiestas democráticas". Yo soy consciente de que cualquiera que quede en Palacio o en algún lugar dentro del estado mexicano estará al servicio de los saqueadores genocidas, el imperialismo gringo y continuará la misión de militarizar todo aspecto de la vida pública.

Yo sé que ir a votar solo legitimiza a un sistema podrido que tiene este territorio lleno de fosas clandestinas y que todos los partidos de todos los colores lucran con el dolor de cientos de miles de familias destrozadas por la violencia

Yo sé que en este sexenio, al igual que en los anteriores buscaron desaparecer a los desaparecidos porque a ellos no les duelen, porque ellos solo buscan sacar beneficio.

Yo sé que votar no sirve de nada y aún así me presentaré este domingo. Lo haré para escribir el nombre de Victoria Lizbeth Posadas Silva, de Miguel Ángel Lazo Roldán, de Jael Montserrat Uribe Palmeros , de Wendy Sanchez Muñoz, de Leonardo Sandoval Cázares, de Carlos Eduardo Fuentes García, de Alicia de los Ríos Merino o de cualquiera de los cientos de miles de seres humanos que nos faltan a todos nosotros y que sus familias siguen en su búsqueda a pesar de todos los peligros y todos los pesares. Yo sé que a ellos, los partidos, no les importan nuestros desaparecidos, pero a nosotros si y seguiremos apoyando a sus familias hasta que la dignidad y la justicia se hagan costumbre.

[labuenosairesfrancaise]

Sans Souci Palace

Hi gouys! This is the Sans Souci Palace, located in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

This house is set to be in a 64x64 Lot. You will need all cc from The Jim, Felixandre, SYB, Marble Mortal, GSsims, etc. It is the usual content I use for my houses.

I made the third floor but it is not completed. In fact, the residence does not have this 3rd floor, but the roof looked weird w/o it.

Some history:

The Sans Souci Palace, located in Victoria, is undoubtedly one of the architectural landmarks not only of San Fernando but also of the northern region. This December marks 100 years since its official inauguration. Its history is intertwined with the history of the neighborhood, and its construction marked a turning point in the urban vision of the district's waterfront.

To briefly recount its history, we can go back to 1911 when the Alvear siblings, Carlos María, Josefina, and Elisa, married to Mercedes Elortondo, Matías Errázuriz, and Ernesto Bosch, respectively, traveled to Paris, France, in search of an architect to design their residences on the embankments of the area. The three couples chose the trendy architect of the time: René Sergent, considered the best in neoclassical and Versailles-style architecture.

The French architect also built the Bosch Palace in Buenos Aires, which serves as the official residence of the United States ambassador, and the Errázuriz Palace, now the Museum of Decorative Arts. The Sans Souci palace, owned by Carlos María de Alvear and his family, was the last of the three projects to be designed.

In 1914, the builders Eduardo Lanús and Pablo Hary laid the foundation stone of the Palace on the land inherited by Alvear's wife in Victoria, San Fernando. In December 1918, it was officially inaugurated.

Its four facades are made of imitation stone. The stairs are made of Paris marble, while the rest of the details and finishes, although they appear to be genuine, are imitations. The imitation marble was created by Swiss craftsmen from the Italian canton who were specialists in this technique. All the carpentry in the Sans Souci Palace was made of Slavonian oak. The doors were painted to imitate the wood grain, giving them identical marks.

The gardens, which initially covered 9 hectares, were designed by the French landscape architect Carlos Thays. During the construction of the Palace, Alvear tried to buy the neighboring property belonging to the Lanusse family with the intention of demolishing it and expanding his garden. However, the Lanusse family never agreed, so a huge wall was built. Thays not only organized the garden but also planted a group of trees to hide the large wall, making it appear as though the house extended further.

(From https://www.quepasaweb.com.ar/100-anos-palacio-sans-souci-san-fernando/)

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Una lluvia de plata - A Shower of Silver

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Encanto (2021) Characters: Mirabel Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal Rating: G Category: Shippy Gen (thank you, AO3 and the crowd at @thirty-plus-fanfic) Word Count: 850

Also available on AO3 (with in-line graphics): https://archiveofourown.org/works/60245923

Inspired by @litel27-2point0's wonderful comic, Happy Birthday Mirabel

Mirabel shares her birthday with Gabriel García Márquez, the author of "One Hundred Years of Solitude": March 6. There aren't any major "established" meteor showers in March, but there are hundreds that have occurred occasionally through the year that have been spotted and logged by astronomers, at least 13 of which are in March: https://www.ta3.sk/IAUC22DB/MDC2007/Roje/roje_lista.php.

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Mirabel's 20th birthday, like most of her birthdays, was a low-key, family-only affair. This wasn't because no one cared; it was because her birthday usually fell during Lent, the time of year when a big, loud party was inappropriate. She was just glad that the year she turned fifteen, Easter was late enough for her quinceañera to fall during the final days of carneval.

After the coffee and her cake were finished, Mirabel thanked her family again and packed up their gifts to bring to her room (her room, the one she had waited for for most of her life). Tío Bruno had given her a spindle rack, loaded with three new spindles, all of which he had carved himself. She loved the little metal butterflies he had decorated the whorls with.

After Mirabel put the rest of her family's gifts away, she decided to do a little spinning while saying her bedtime prayers. She opened up the new rack to try one of Tío Bruno's spindles, and a slip of paper fell out.

As much time as they spent working on the rat telenovela together and discussing everything from cryptic remarks in Padre Flores' most recent Sunday sermon to how best to engineer a chance encounter between two characters who couldn't remember which towns they came from, she couldn't imagine that he would have anything to tell her that he hadn't wanted to share with the whole family over dinner or couldn't wait until the next evening's production meeting.

Meet me at midnight My rats will lead you. ~ B

Realizing that it was only nine o'clock, she changed into her nightdress and tried sleeping for a few hours. She asked Casita to set the alarm clock, but it was unnecessary - she was far too excited to sleep. She clutched the note, repeatedly re-reading it, as if she might find a missing clue.

Shortly before midnight, Mirabel changed back into her day clothes and shoes; she didn't care to crawl through the walls or up to the roof barefoot and in her nightdress. Right on time, three rats (Victoria, Eduardo, and Sofía, she was pretty sure) climbed onto her desk and squeaked at her. "Okay, okay, okay… lead the way," she whispered to them, and they filed off the desk and to her door. She let them out and followed them down the stairs and out the (her!) front door.

They led her around the back of Casita and past Isabela and Mamá's kitchen garden, past the chicken pen, past the stables, through… the lower pastures? Where were they taking her?

Mirabel climbed up a hill behind them towards the upper meadows, and in the middle of the second clearing, she finally saw another person. She and the rats came nearer, and she could make out her uncle, sitting on a large blanket that she recognized as the one she had spun and woven from her share of the coarse wool carded away from the much softer layer used for clothes. She had told Bruno that it was a great blanket for outdoors when she gave it to him for his birthday, and was happy to see it getting used.

But she was still at a loss for what on earth they were doing so far from the village. Not even any of the town sheep flocks were in that field.

"Tío Bruno," she greeted him.

"Mirabel, right on time," he replied, sounding as if he hadn't been sure that she would come.

"What's this all about?"

"I'll tell you, but you'll have to sit down first." He motioned for her to join him on the blanket.

"Okay, what's next?"

"It's not one of the major meteor showers, but I first noticed it a few nights ago, and it keeps getting stronger. Look up, it's already starting."

Mirabel saw the usual canopy of stars on a clear night during the waning days of the lunar cycle, but frankly, nothing worth hiking half an hour at midnight for, aside from the usual pleasure she took in hanging around with Tío Bruno.

Which she could have done at home, at some time that was not in the middle of the night.

His head tipped back and eyes staring, Bruno's mind was already somewhere far beyond their valley. She shrugged and tried emulating him.

And gasped as several falling stars radiated from a point near Virgo. Their pace intermittently, then steadily, increased.

She glanced over at Bruno, who had a small smile on his face, and occasionally saw one of the silver sparks reflected in his eyes.

"I'm sorry if I kept you awake, and I know you'll be busy soon," he said, gaze still flicking after the short-lived trails of light, "but I didn't want you to miss this on your birthday." He looked at her a little nervously. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," she replied, and leaned into his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Mirabel," he said, putting his arm around her.

She snuggled deeper into his side to watch the fireworks El Señor had put on for them.

[psikonauti]

Germán Eduardo Carrillo (Venezuelan)

Victoria, 2020

Oil on Canvas

[whencyclopedes]

Causas de la Guerra de los Cien Años

La Guerra de los Cien Años (1337-1453) fue un conflicto intermitente entre Inglaterra y Francia que inició cuando el rey Eduardo III de Inglaterra (rey entre 1327-1377) peleó con Felipe VI de Francia (rey entre 1328-1350) por los derechos feudales sobre Gascuña y el comercio con los Países Bajos. Eduardo también reafirmó que él era el rey legítimo de Francia y presionó esta afirmación al ganar victorias en las batallas de Crécy (1346) y de Poitiers (1356). En 1360, Eduardo renunció a su reclamación al trono francés a cambio de señorío de alrededor de un cuarto de Francia. La guerra continuó a medida que cada lado atentaba controlar el norte y el sureste francés. Después de que Carlos V de Francia (rey entre 1364-1380) recuperara constantemente varios de los territorios perdidos desde que inició la guerra, hubo un período de paz donde Ricardo II de Inglaterra (rey entre 1377-1399) contrajo matrimonio con la hija de Carlos VI de Francia (rey entre 1380-1422). Enrique V de Inglaterra (rey entre 1413-1422), ansioso por ganar gloria, botín, y legitimidad por su propio reinato, reinició el conflicto con su victoria imponente en la Batalla de Azincourt en 1415, la cual le permitió ser nominado a heredero al trono de Francia. Después de la muerte prematura de Enrique V y el mandato ineficiente de Enrique VI de Inglaterra (rey entre 1422-61 y 1470-71), Carlos VII de Francia (rey entre 1422-1461) retomó la iniciativa. Con la ayuda de tales figuras como el Duque de Borgoña y Juana de Arco (1412-1431), Carlos ganó la guerra y dirigió la eliminación de los ingleses de todo el territorio francés a excepción de Calais.

Sigue leyendo...

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Dominican Republic roster

Athletics

Robert King (Santo Domingo)

Erick Sánchez (Azua De Compostela)

José González (Santo Domingo)

Alexander Ogando (San Juan De La Maguana)

Yeral Nuñez (La Romana)

Milagros Durán (San Pedro De Macorís)

Franchina Martínez (Santo Domingo)

Marileidy Paulino (Don Gregorio)

Anabel Medina (Santo Domingo)

Boxing

Junior Alcántara (Salvaleón De Higüey)

Cristian Pinales (La Romana)

María Moronta (Santo Domingo)

Diving

Frandiel Gómez (San Felipe De Puerto Plata)

José Ruvalcaba (León De Los Aldama, Mexico)

Victoria Garza (Saltillo, Mexico)

Equestrian

Yvonne Losos (Santo Domingo)

Gymnastics

Audreys Nin (Santa Cruz De Barahona)

Judo

Robert Florentino (San Juan De La Maguana)

Moira Morillo (Santo Domingo)

Shooting

Eduardo Lorenzo (Santiago De Los Caballeros)

Soccer

Josué Báez (Santo Domingo)

Ángel Montes (San Juan De La Maguana)

Enrique Bösl (Kösching, Germany)

Nelson Lemaire (Schaarbeek, Belgium)

Thomas Jungbauer (Jarabacoa)

Xavier Valdez (Faribault, Minnesota)

Francisco Reyes (Santiago De Los Caballeros)

Edgar Pujol (Sabadell, Spain)

Luiyi De Lucas (Galván)

Heinz Mörschel (Frankfurt, Germany)

Óscar Ureña (Figueres, Spain)

Rafael Núñez (Madrid, Spain)

Edison Azcona (Boca Raton, Florida)

Peter González (Madrid, Spain)

Joao Urbáez (Móstoles, Spain)

José De La Cruz (Rubí, Spain)

Fabian Messina (Stuttgart, Germany)

José De León (Madrid, Spain)

Nowend Lorenzo (Santo Domingo)

Swimming

Javier Núñez (Santo Domingo)

Elizabeth Jiménez (Santo Domingo)

Taekwondo

Bernardo Pié (Bayaguana)

Madelyn Rodríguez (Santiago De Los Caballeros)

Volleyball

Alondra Tapia (La Vega)

Geraldine González (Santo Domingo)

Madeline Guillén (Santo Domingo)

Cándida Arias (Santo Domingo)

Brenda Castillo (Santo Domingo)

Ariana Rodríguez (Miami, Florida)

Niverka Marte (Santo Domingo)

Yonkaira Peña (Santo Domingo)

Bethania De La Cruz (Santo Domingo)

Brayelin Martínez (Santo Domingo)

Jineiry Martínez (Santo Domingo)

Gaila González (Santo Domingo)

Weightlifting

Beatriz Pirón (San Pedro De Macorís)

Yudelina Mejía (Santo Domingo)

Crismery Santana (San Pedro De Macorís)

Wrestling

Luis Pérez (Santo Domingo)

[italianexotiicbeauty]

↳ life as you know it ( malvada au. )

↳ when edurado was seven years old, his momma packed up their home and moved them from georgia to be closer to family in malvada. they live on inerita island, not too far from his grandmother ( victoria ) and he's often looked after by her younger sister's ( dottie and bowie ). the little lion is fiercely protected by the wolves his momma loves so dearly. ( fun fact; eduardo is going to grow up to be a lion shifter, having inherited it from his mother because of her zodiac sign being leo. )

MARY'S DETAILS.

↳ name: mary elizabeth savarese nicknames: mare, mare bear, mary sunshine. hometown: hamden, connecticut residence: inertia island. status: ship dependant date of birth: 08.15.1984 orientation: bisexual greyromantic primary fc: emmanuelle chriqui

height / weight: 5'3” / 125 hair / eyes: brown / brown occupation: trauma nurse ( three days on, four days off - works the morning shift. ) days on: tuesday, wednesday, thursday days off: friday, saturday, sunday & monday shift hours: 7 am to 5 pm. tattoos: little sister infinity tattoo, left calf. 1984 in roman numerals, right forearm. a lioness guarding two cubs, left side of her upper back. This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name ; left thigh ( fort minor, remember the name ). I guess That this is where we’ve come to If you don’t want to Then you don’t have to Believe me But I Won’t be there when you go down Just so you know now You’re on your own now Believe me ; right bicep ( surrounded by star outlines ), ( fort minor - believe me. ) ☄ so I wish for you on a bright shining star 🌟 ; right clavicle.

piercings: both ears, left tragus. species: human gender: ♀ nationality: Italian-American heritage: Italian favorite things: additional spoken languages: italian, spanish & arabic. living arrangements: vehicle: 2021 dark green range rover

EDUARDO'S DETAILS.

↳ name: Eduardo Luciano Savarese nickname (s): ed, eddie, luc, ciano. date of birth: 02.28.2013 medical: adhd, speech impediment height / weight: 4’ 9" / 85 pounds hair / eyes: dark brown ( almost black ) / brown. occupation: elementary school student, entering sixth grade in the fall of 2024. enjoys: the tire swing, dragons, soccer, and being read to. allergies: broccoli. gender: ♂ species: human ( until he's 15, then will be a lion shifter ) extra activities: boy scouts ( every Saturday at 10 am ). speech therapy ( tuesdays & thursdays at 4:30 pm. ) additional child care: often looked after by his nonna victoria ( nonna butterfree ), or his aunts dottie & bowie school times: Monday through Friday, 8:30 am til 3:50 pm.

mother: mary father: unknown relative (s): all the wolfgang kids ( by dc and victoria ), kelly savarese ( Mary's biological older sister ) pet (s): a dwarf hamster named donald. ( mary also has a shiba inu named Ziva

this verse is directly connected with @ruote666 / @occulphic