#FLOR AND MILL ... FLOR AND MILL

[doubtscomein]

wanted to experiment w other people's ocs by shifting my style a bit so...i hope these look ok VFBDKSJFJF

( laika @sunnyscoolblog , mill @waterydream , flor @emaciatedbuffet , wade @loveaboveeverything )

[waterydream]

UPCOMING IDOL MILL & CURRENT ALNST S39 STAR FLOR INTERVIEW

@emaciatedbuffet (flor)

Hello, you two. The public is intrigued about your work relationship, I've heard. Hello..! I'm pleased to be speaking with you. Nice to meet ya.

1) What are the inspirations behind your prominent themes? You and Mill lean heavily towards a certain aesthetic. —Ah well. Kind of a silly idea it was. Look, others are all well looking and it was given to them. Good idol! Mine? Was a "break the mold". It's nice, eh? Difference is my special! My guardian, Miaumi, is from an ocean planet.. all of the sights there were precious to me. Then I learned of the animals from Earth's oceans, and loved them as well. The truth is, underwater beings resonate with me. I often wonder what they think, or if they are free, not caged, by their restriction to living beneath the surface, flying within their expanse of blue.

2) How does that 'theme' help with your brand and performances?

—Uhm .. I think it only works with performance. My boss would have books laying around and sometimes when I'm on my break- yeah I would take them. They're fun! And while doing that I would both be working and learning! And Indunno. Sometimes what it would say would be very interesting and I would've liked to see it on TV. So there's that; be the change you want and all of that I hear a few say. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the ocean. Calm yet deep, alluring, yet cold... I believe it makes my fans take interest in me. When I move across the venues I've performed at, I try to embody the gracefulness of someone belonging in that sea— the one made of stars.

3) Of the time you two have spent together, what are some of the most important things you've learned from one another?

—Important things I learned from him? I think it's more patience. I'm not good with that. And staying still. There's probably more but aha- it slipped ....but I think it'll come around later! I agree (laughs). In comparison to Flor, I'd say I'm much more patient than she is. Though.. there's nothing wrong with moving so much. From her.. I learned, hm.. It's difficult to say. In terms of being an idol, her experience with more pressing situations helped me. But in terms of knowing each other... I'm glad I was able to know such a shining red star.

4) Mill seems to be growing exponentially as a star, and you, Flor, already have an exciting career ahead on ALNST. Any advice for one another?

—Oh that's very good to hear! My advice? Have Fun!! That's the most important part of being in this situation. Gotta find that fun. And also make sure the impact you want to do is done right. Hm~hm, I'm glad she's one to give praise. I agree. Having fun is something I don't see many pet-humans doing. I'll keep the rest in mind, as well. Though, I'd also like to comment... sometimes what's important in the art of telling a story—singing a song—is to be true to yourself. There's nothing more novel than a pet-humans short life span and.. expansive emotions, and as pets, they have the capacity to express it through creativity.

5) I understand that you've taken on a 'mentorship'-esque role towards Mill, how has that experience been thus far for the both of you?

—Its.. worked! I think? I like leading and teaching. Kinda like those times when I was doing simple fruit picking. Though I don't really understand why he went to me. I'll take it though! Kiddo's grown. Flor's a great teacher! I started my career with solely my guardian training me and taking me to small venues to perform, it was like a party-trick at first. She'd upload videos of me singing, dancing, and playing the piano since I was first in her care. But I have no formal training aside from my attendance in Anakt Garden. As for why I chose her.. it's not often you see something other than those idols so perfect they could be made of glass. To win is to stand out. I value that form of expression. ...As well as Flor's understanding of the stage, she's taught me a lot about keeping the audience's attention with movement.

6) For how long have either of you been in the public spotlight and building your careers? Mill seems to have taken his quite seriously.

—Before I was in here, I was ..a hidden identity? I don't know how 'big' <Glosoray's Jade Wonder> is. But I've been with y'all before and worked with y'all's preferences. So I got the knowledge- I think this is the only time I am out out though. And in a different direction. Though I can handle it!

I began my career since I was bought. Piano lessons, dancing, singing... long-time fans of mine are incredibly loyal to me, which I'm always thankful for. I hold their support for me deep in my heart. I hope to bring more of my creations to that sea of stars soon. Though I have to say.. I don't think I'd be where I am now without the ability to dream.

[sotogalmo]

12:52

~14 hours and 41 minutes long / title is a *Chinese Buddhism idiom / art doesn't belong to me, but fits their vibes

*idiom that describes a mind that is restless and unfocused, like a monkey, while the will is like a horse, pulling in different directions. / Smth smth Wukong Flor brainrot so bad, I then I have Ao Lie'd Mill. The idiom is known in the form of those characters too (Sun Wukong being an allegory for the mind, and so that gives the other characters their own allegories. Tang Sanzang is the Soul, Ao Lie is the Will, but I don't know about Bajie and Wujing). <- getting into Journey To The West

Mill belongs to . @argyronetaquatica — @tsukacchako & @astoryofsuchwoe

[nereidestuff]

hello hello, nous voici, mes co-admins nox & @jeudisgris, avec quelques updates tout frais. nous avons réellement bien avancé sur les divers sujets du forum, le code et les multiples annexes, ce qui va nous permettre une ouverture d'ici quelques jours seulement. c'est donc avec une joie toute particulière que nous vous présentons le contexte final;

loin des néons nocturnes, viennent s'écraser les vagues contre le flanc des roches immaculées. pastichés sur les rochers, gamins des plages observent au loin le soleil se lever. ici, où la nuit est longue et intense, presqu'interminable, mômes guettent le jour, attendant à nouveau, de renaître, juste une dernière fois. autrefois, régnait la paix entre l'homme et la nature. l'île aux mille et une prairies denses de posidonies, les emportait dans de douces insomnies au rythme serein de la méditérannée. berceau hippie dans les années 60, venaient ici un peuple en quête de spiritualité, d'un nouveau monde. des années durant, s'installe une parfaite symbiose entre les nouveaux arrivants, et la population locale. île aux allures de paradis, camoufle derrière le paraître parfait, un quotidien non idéal, bien loin des cartes postales. le tourisme de masse, vient briser les abysses salées, dénature ce qu'elle était. la isla blanca. depuis quelques années, règne en maître, une scission sociale, où s'étouffe le peuple d'en bas alors que ceux d'en haut, continue de festoyer, sans jamais les regarder. hôtels de luxe et commerces touristiques, viennent défigurer le paradis d'antan. rage gangrène et gronde toujours plus fort dans les ruelles de l'ancienne ville. le taux de criminalité augmente, parmi ceux qui tentent de survivre. l'orage monte sur l'île d'ibiza, et au loin, on peut déjà l'entendre protester.

mais ce n'est pas tout, voici également les quatre groupes qui regrouperont les membres de la isla blanca.

poder de la flor -- âmes vagabondes, enracinées aux vieilles traditions de l'île. iels sont de ceux qui vibrent pour cette terre, qu'ils en soient natifs ou non, ils y sont attachés et prennent soin des lieux comme un doux secrets qu'à tout jamais, ils voudraient garder. respectueux de leur environnement, la plupart d'entre eux mènent une vie sereine, très à l'écoute de l'autre quitte à parfois s'y perdre, ou se faire berner. ils sont de ceux qui s'opposent vivement à l'urbanisation d'ibiza, préférant de loin la conserver telle qu'autrefois, ils l'ont connue. platja salvatge -- la définition même du carpe diem, emportés dans un vent de fougue, vivant à mille à l'heure. ils veulent profiter de la vie, célébrant alors chaque jour comme s'il était, le dernier. jamais, ils ne laissent une opportunités filer, insouciance insufflée par un vent certain de spontanéité. qu'ils viennent d'un milieu aisé, ou non, ils sont de ceux qui évitent de se poser trop de questions, et ne s'immiscent jamais au coeur du débat de l'urbanisation de leur douce isla blanca. era daurada -- c'est dans l'ombre qu'ils règnent, riches entrepreneurs ou mafieux d'ibiza, âmes aux enveloppes charnelles différentes tandis que pourtant, au coeur de ce conflit, tout semble les rapprocher. au prémisse du crépuscule, ils sont ceux qui prennent les armes pour l'intérêt financier que représente l'urbanisation d'ibiza. la guerre des gangs gronde en bas, là où la nuit ne se couche jamais et le feu ne cesse de brûler. prêts à tout pour régner sur cette île qui n'a fait que les désenchanter. els turistes -- vacanciers ou baroudeurs, ils sont ceux qui ne sont ni natifs, ni résidents, ces âmes au passage éphémère qui vont et viennent. qu'il s'agisse de quelques semaines, de quelques mois ou plus encore, la isla blanca les accueille à bras ouverts. et, peut-être tomberont-ils amoureux du sable fin et des paysages d'ibiza ? ainsi, leur passage pourrait s'avérer plus long qu'ils ne le prévoyaient..

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[oaarchitects]

Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Temple - Pittsburgh PA

by: @HKSArchitects @BentleyMillsLA @Tureks @holdmanstudios @cofjctemples

O templo é uma estrutura de estrutura de aço com revestimento de granito. A estrutura de aço foi fabricada pela Littell Steel e instalada pela Century Steel, ambas localizadas em Pittsburgh, Pensilvânia. O revestimento externo de pedra é de Portugal e foi instalado pela Cleveland Marble de Cleveland, Ohio.

O paisagismo foi projetado pela Langan Engineering e instalado pela Eisler Landscapes, ambas localizadas em Pittsburgh, Pensilvânia.

Interior O carpete em todo o templo é dourado suave e com padrão verde, com pelo verde sólido na área de administração e branco esculpido em tear largo nas salas de selamento e celestial. Foi fabricado pela Bentley Mills em City of Industry, Califórnia, e instalado pela Re:Source Utah CFS, localizada em Salt Lake City, Utah. O quarto da noiva apresenta tapetes de nylon personalizados de parede a parede usando o motivo dogwood. Tapetes de nylon são usados ​​em toda a entrada e áreas de espera. Eles são fabricados pela Rugs International em Cartersville, Geórgia.

A pedra interna do templo é mármore Crema Ella da Turquia, acentuado com Inca Gold, Azul Macuba Emperador Light, Costa Esmeralda e Safran. O azulejo foi fabricado pela Metamar da Turquia e instalado pela Global Stone and Tile em Utah.

O revestimento de parede vinílico na sala celestial tem um padrão de folhas orgânicas. As salas de instrução apresentam um linho estriado. Todas as outras áreas são um revestimento de parede vinílico bege claro.

Toda a instalação de tinta e revestimento de parede foi feita por Thomarios de Pittsburgh, Pensilvânia.

O vidro artístico apresenta um motivo de árvore dogwood e flor feito em dourado, roxo, rosa, verde, gradiente azul-amarelo e joias (fosco). Foi projetado por HKS, Lisman Studio e Holdman Studios e foi fabricado e instalado por Holdman Studios de Lehi, Utah.

As salas de selamento e celestiais apresentam lustres de cristal. A iluminação em todas as outras áreas é de vidro fosco com detalhes em latão e cristal. A iluminação foi fabricada pela HB Lighting no Bronx, Nova York, e pela Preciosa Lighting em Dallas, Texas, e na República Tcheca. Foi instalada pela Ferry Electric em Pittsburgh, Pensilvânia.

O corrimão de latão com painéis de vidro da pia batismal foi instalado e fabricado pela Belt Forge da Colômbia.

As portas externas de entrada principal foram fabricadas pela Ellison Bronze nos Estados Unidos e instaladas pela Southwest Aluminum em Cuddy, Pensilvânia.

[operaportugues]

canção Phidylé (Henri Duparc)

Canção francesa: vídeo. Benjamin Bernheim (Tenor), Carrie-Ann Matheson (Piano), em Meistersaal Berlin.

Phidylé, de Duparc, é aberta com um belo cenário campestre: folhas de grama sob o sol, perfumadas por ervas e flores. Phidylé é vista lá, dormindo nesse local. O poeta lhe diz para descansar, pois quando ela acordar, o poeta será recompensado pelo sorriso e beijo dela.

Tradução para inglês: link1, link2.

Letra em francês L'herbe est molle au sommeil sous les frais peupliers, Aux pentes des sources moussues, Qui, dans les prés en fleur germant par mille issues, Se perdent sous les noirs halliers.

Repose, ô Phidylé! Midi sur les feuillages Rayonne, et t'invite au sommeil. Par le trèfle et le thym, seules, en plein soleil, Chantent les abeilles volages.

Un chaud parfum circule au détour des sentiers, La rouge fleur des blés s'incline, Et les oiseaux, rasant de l'aile la colline, Cherchent l'ombre des églantiers.

Mais, quand l'Astre, incliné sur sa courbe éclatante, Verra ses ardeurs s'apaiser, Que ton plus beau sourire et ton meilleur baiser Me récompensent de l'attente!

Tradução para português A relva é macia ao sono sob os frescos choupos, Nas encostas das nascentes cobertas de musgo, Que, pelos prados em flor germinando por mil caminhos, Se perdem sob os escuros arbustos.

Repouse, ó Phidylé! O meio-dia sobre as folhagens Brilha, e te convida ao sono. Pelo trevo e tomilho, sozinhas, em pleno sol, Cantam as abelhas errantes.

Um quente perfume circula pelos caminhos, A vermelha flor dos trigos se inclina, E os pássaros, roçando a colina com suas asas, Procuram a sombra entre as rosas silvestres.

Mas, quando o Sol, girando em sua órbita resplandecente, Vir seus ardores se acalmarem, Que teu mais belo sorriso e teu melhor beijo Me recompensem pela espera!

[bogotamusicvideofestival]

// Bogotá Music Video Festival // Selección Oficial 2024 // Competencia Nacional Alto Grado - Lágrimas Negras (Alejandro Ardila & Nelson Roberto) Amantes del Futuro - Cumbia Roja (Tomás Méndez) Beatzarro Fernández - Tu Coroto (Luis Carlos Ayala) Casi - Chulo (Las Alegrías) Chelsea Wolfe - Tunnel Lights (George Gallardo Kattah) Ciudadano Z - El Rey Sol (Andrés Contreras) Danta - Árbol (Daniela Carvajal & Ana María Naranjo) Diamante Eléctrico - Algo Bueno Tenía Que Tener (Bogotá) (Álvaro Cogollos) Esteman & Villano Antillano - Noches de Verano (George Gallardo Kattah) Flor de Jamaica - De La Fuente (Maria Fernanda León Ayala) Fonseca - Canto A La Vida (Santiago Díaz-Vence) Jaison Neutra - Las Cosas Como Son (Richard Ardila & Laura Contreras) Junior Zamora ft. Rap Bang Club - CLIMAX (Ana Balbino) La Batucada Guaricha, Adriana Lizcano & Edson Velandia - La Putana (Edson Velandia) Lowe - Don’t Wanna Love You (Diego Ante) Maria McCausland - Ya ni eres mi vecino (Hugo Rubiano) Mr. Bleat - Te Pierdo (Ana María Naranjo) Nicolai Fella - Estado Popular del Alma. EPA (Nano Carulla) RYOKER, Alejandro, ST3REO - Bailemos (Miguel Silva) Santiago Cruz - Un Amor De Verdad (Hugo Rubiano) The Mills - Yo Sé Que Hago Mal (Santiago Díaz-Vence) Vorágine - Ausencia (Rodrigo Torrijos) Zuco OMG - Kodak (Ana Balbino & Jacobo Giraldo)

[ochoislas]

«¿Ay, qué haré? Hasta donde sea justo quiero en el mundo con alguna seña de nuestro malaventurado amor dejar grata memoria y prenda honrada. Si hacer tal a otros dioses no se niega, si dignos de esa gracia hubo mortales, ¿por qué razón no lo podré yo hacer, ni lo habrá de gozar mi idolatrado?

La misma honra le haré pues a mi bien que Apolo hiciera a su garzón caído, que mi galano ardor no fue de cierto que Jacinto o Narciso menos bello. Y pues él fue la flor de la hermosura, y se ornaba de flor su pecho y rostro, y en la flor de su edad me fue robado, quiero que en flor mudado torne a vida.

Entre las flores, flor, tendrás la palma, y de mis rosas llevarás el cetro; por ti serán vencidas cuantas nunca sembró Cloris en tierra, en cielo Aurora; ornamento inmortal de mis bancales, de la graciosa Flora honor eterno, nueva gloria del prado y de la tierra, nueva gala a mi pecho y mis cabellos.

Año tras año haré que con más fuerza, a pesar de la Parca y del destino, junto a mis fuertes ansias se renueve la memoria de muerte tan acerba, y vendrán mis devotos remedando con solemne dolor y llanto fuerte —cual hice yo cuando perdí mi bien— de mis lamentos el funesto duelo.

Este vecino río que se vio tinto del ciprino consorte con la sangre tal día que lo quebró el puerco montés, roto su cuerno, correrá sanguino. Y este mar mismo que ciñó la playa donde lo doblegaron hados crueles, un pez sustentará en el hondo seno que tomará de Adonis nombre eterno.»

Dicho lo cual con delicado néctar regó aquel corazón de tal virtud que por milagro celestial al punto, mudando forma, en bella flor se abre, y al centro de su huerto la trasplanta entre legión de mil flores diversas: cárdena flor que anémona se nombra, tan breve como breve fue la dicha.

*

Deh che farò? Per quanto almen mi lice, io voglio al mondo pur con qualche segno lasciar del nostro amor poco felice grata memoria et onorato pegno. S’agli altri dei ciò far non si disdice, s’altro mortal fu di tal grazia degno, per qual cagion non potrò farlo anch’io? O perché non l’avrà l’idolo mio?

Farò dunque al mio ben l’istesso onore che fece Apollo al suo fanciullo ucciso, che non fu certo il mio gentile ardore di Giacinto men bel né di Narciso. E poich’ei fu d’ogni bellezza il fiore, e di fiori ebbe adorno il seno e ’l viso, e mi fu tolto in su l’età fiorita, vo’ che, cangiato in fior, ritorni in vita.

Tra i fiori, o fiore, il primo pregio avrai, torrai lo scettro a la mia rosa ancora; vinti saran da te quanti giamai Clori in terra ne sparse, in ciel l’Aurora; ornamento immortal de’ miei rosai, perpetuo onor de la vezzosa Flora, nova pompa del prato e del terreno, novo fregio al mio crine et al mio seno.

Farò sempre di più che d’anno in anno, de la Parca malgrado e de la sorte, si rinovelli col mio duro affanno la rimembranza di sì cruda morte, e i miei devoti ad imitar verranno, con sollenne dolor piangendo forte, come fec’io quando il mio ben perdei, la trista pompa de’ lamenti miei.

Questo fiume vicin che già si tinse del nobil sangue del buon re ciprigno, nel giorno istesso che ’l cinghial l’estinse, col corno rotto correrà sanguigno. Questo medesmo mar, che ’l lido cinse dove l’oppresse il rio destin maligno, nutrirà pesce tal nel grembo interno che riterrà d’Adone il nome eterno».

Poi che così parlò, di nettar fino pien di tanta virtù quel core asperse, che tosto, per miracolo divino forma cangiando, in un bel fior s’aperse, e nel centro il piantò del suo giardino tra mille d’altri fior schiere diverse. Purpureo è il fiore et anemone è detto, breve come fu breve il suo diletto.

Giovan Battista Marino

di-versión©ochoislas

[actualidadmotor]

Alfa Romeo Giulia y Stelvio QV SuperSport, la flor y nata para 450 afortunados

Acaban de cumplirse 96 años de que Alfa Romeo ganara su primera Mille Miglia, la carrera italiana de resistencia por... http://dlvr.it/T9gP37

[blogperfumes]

Dolce e Gabbana Pour Femme Eau Parfum

Com a sua primeira fragrância, Dolce & Gabbana Pour Femme, a empresa revelou uma expressão olfativa do seu design de moda de grande sucesso. Hoje, a sua glamorosa e sedutora colecção – fragrâncias para homens e mulheres – continua a personificar e envolver a sensual e audaciosa marca italiana. Dolce & Gabanna é uma casa de moda de luxo italiana fundada em 1985 por Domenico Dolce e Stefano Gabbana. Fazer um impacto imediato com o seu, sexy exemplo roupas-para chamativo, a sua assinatura "vestidos espartilho", e publicidade provocante, a casa rapidamente ganhou fama e a lealdade de clientes de alto perfil de celebridades como Madonna.

Dolce & Gabbana primeira fragrância, chamada simplesmente Dolce & Gabbana pour femme, foi lançada em 1992. A versão masculina, surgiu em 1994. A linha D & G lançou a série Anthology de fragrâncias em 2009, inspirado por cartas de tarô e anunciado por alguns dos rostos mais famosos do mundo da moda. Destinado a uma mulher apaixonada, sensual e maternal. Esta fragrância simboliza o estilo de Domenico Dolce e Stefano Gabbana que dizem que a beleza do Mediterrâneo é um ícone global: uma síntese perfeita entre o amor inato para a tradição e um anseio natural para o contemporâneo. O novo Dolce & Gabbana Pour Femme começa com notas de neroli, framboesa e tangerina que conduzem ao coração de jasmim e flor de laranjeira, sobre a base de marshmallow, baunilha, sândalo e heliotrópio.

A campanha publicitária é realizada por Mario Testino na Sicília com modelos famosas como Laetitia Casta e Noah Mills. Esta fragrância está disponível em 25, 50 e 100 ml Eau de Parfum. Read the full article

[komalattamaker]

Komal Atta Maker - Flour Mill Brand from Ahmedabad, India

Komal Atta Maker manufactures and supplies a range of flour mill machines, which are used in the grinding of wheat, pulses, and all kinds of grains in Ahmedabad.

[calebom]

Carlos Cancio

« Por la encendida calle Antillana va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba »

Acrílico sobre lienzo, 2003

————

MAJESTAD NEGRA

Por: Luis Palés Matos

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula---

Entre dos filas de negras caras.

Ante ella un congo--gongo y maraca--

ritma una conga bomba que bamba.

Culipandeando la Reina avanza,

Y de su inmensa grupa resbalan

Meneos cachondos que el congo cuaja

En ríos de azúcar y de melaza.

Prieto trapiche de sensual zafra,

El caderamen, masa con masa,

Exprime ritmos, suda que sangra,

Y la molienda culmina en danza.

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

Flor de Tórtola, rosa de Uganda,

Por ti crepitan bombas y bámbulas;

Por ti en calendas desenfrenadas

Quema la Antilla su sangre ñáñiga.

Haití te ofrece sus calabazas;

Fogosos rones te da Jamaica;

Cuba te dice: ¡dale, mulata!

Y Puerto Rico: ¡melao, melamba!

Sus, mis cocolos de negras caras.

Tronad, tambores; vibrad, maracas.

Por la encendida calle antillana

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula--

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

—————

Black Majesty

Translated by Paquito D’ Rivera

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba*

Between two rows of black faces

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula.

Before her, a congo band thumps

A bombastic conga—gongos and maracas.

Moving her hips, the Queen steps up

And her immense buttocks with drums collide

The Congo seductive plays along

In curdled rivers of sugar and molasses.

Brown-skinned mill of sweet sensation,

Her colossal hips, those massive mortars,

Make rhythms ooze, sweat bleed like blood,

And all this grinding ends in dance.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba.

Flower of Tórtola, Rose of Uganda,

For you the bombas and bambulas crackle.

For you these feverish nights go wild

And set on fire Antilla’s ñáñiga blood.

Haiti offers you its gourds;

Jamaica pours its fiery rums;

Cuba tells you, give us what you got, mulata!

And Puerto Rico: melao, melamba!

Get down, my black-faced love-crazed rascals.

Jangle, drums, and jiggle, maracas.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba

--Rumba, macamba, candombe, bámbula.

https://open.spotify.com/track/17ICjvFJ3DhbL7INB6OpzE

[faithofgods]

flor; birthday snippet 03 || errands in treles

It's busy.

A packed main street, swell of life washing over the busiest part of the day, and Flor's arms are full.

A bundle of flowers tied tight with twine in one, loose petals marking the trail they walk, the wind and bustle catching some and directing them to the canals. Pink and purple spots float along, carried away by water. In their other arm sits bread. A rough evening hammered away through their favorite stress relief, resulting in too much for them alone to consume.

At their side, trailing the same as the falling petals, paces Dinah, their rusty-amber shawl engulfing them and the ends of it flicking up as they speed to keep pace. Their hood has been pulled low, even in the heat of middle day; with each step comes a soft chime, the bells tied to their clothes bouncing in time.

Stomping along beside them, Flor had internally fitted 'pouting' to their behavior. 'A pain' to take a direct route through the city instead of using the underground channels, but Flor had insisted.

Early afternoon, when the sun is high and the sky has yet to dream of darkening—how could they wish for any other sight?

"You didn't have to accompany me, Dier," they start, a small smile aimed down to them. "Though I hope you know your company is always appreciated."

"You think there was a choice in this?" A dismissive scoff sounds from them, muffled by their hood, and Flor's smile widens. "Better this than a river of reports that the city's great Desan has tripped and drowned in the canals."

"If that's really your reasoning, then it's equally worthy of appreciation." Flor glances at their feet, arms raising in time with their knees as they step over a pile of laid out lumber. "I carry no symbol of Dioth, in any case. She'd soon drag me under if I were to make the mistake of slipping in."

"And slipping is the only way in, in your mind." Rattle of bells again, growing louder as their head shakes. "You place too much trust in these people."

"Perhaps." The smallest concession, their smile fading. Softer, duller. "But we're nothing without it."

A belief they've held for as long as they could remember, and one that's carried them through Treles' high gates. Parting them from their family, their home, all those they'd known and had to leave behind—it wasn't easy. Oftentimes, it felt like a mistake, though it's one they're still unsure they'd change.

A nudge to Dinah's shoulder with their own, a nod of their head to turn into a smaller, quieter side street; reminiscent of ones back home in Dira, though it misses the bright lanterns and colorful banners, the warm, smiling faces milling around.

A short walk, to get to their old mentor's house, a path ingrained in memory.

They carry on blindly, now, the shade of taller buildings and sprawling walkways cutting across overhead blocking out much of the sun. A trust placed in their steps, that the street will be clear, that Havva will be there to open the door, to accept the bread and bring the flowers to Mia's bedside.

A faith they have to keep.

Without it, the people in this new life, ones they care about deeply and fret over often, would never have come their way. Each decision they make is surely a sign that the path they're on is the correct one—if it wasn't, if they had any doubt in that...

Their foot brushes a step, one of thousands that crawl their way up through the districts, and they stumble, arms caught in their offerings. Dinah's hands fly out, a firm grip on Flor's shoulders and hauling them back upright. A long sigh slips from them, breathed out past the frantic chime of bells.

It's a thought they've hesitated on considering for a long, long while, and one they'll continue to drag to the side, let simmer in the back of their mind until they can decide on what the true answer to it is.

They have to. There'd be no peace for them otherwise.

[oaarchitects]

Deseret Peak Utah Temple - Tooele, Utah

by: @FFKRArchitects @OklandConstruction @unlimiteddesigns @jlrcontractors @CianaLighting @holdmanstudiosglass @Wallisframes @michaeltrentcoates @daltile @churchofjesuschristtemples

Exterior O Templo de Deseret Peak Utah é revestido em concreto reforçado com fibra de gesso, fabricado pela Unlimited Designs em Salt Lake City, Utah, e instalado pela Allens Masonry. Um agregado de dolomita do Vale Tooele está sendo usado na mistura.

Os motivos do design incluem capim-salgado e flor de tremoço incorporadas em pedras externas, tigela de pia batismal e carpintaria; rosa-dos-penhascos incorporadas em carpintaria, tapetes, tinta decorativa, corrimão de pia batismal e arte em vidro; e flor de tremoço incorporada em pedras externas, tinta, iluminação, carpintaria e vidro artístico.

O vidro artístico externo do templo foi projetado pela FFKR Architects e fabricado pela Holdman Studios em Lehi, Utah. O vidro apresenta tremoço, rosa-das-rochas e gramíneas nativas da região.

A cerca ornamental é feita de tubos de alumínio da Western Fence Company, pintados de preto.

Interior Pavimento: Carpete: Carpete Bentley Mills de lã de rocha, com carpete modular nas áreas de vestir Tapetes: Tapetes internacionais de nylon Iluminação: Latão fundido, vidro e cristais Pedra: Burdur Beige, Emperador Light (Espanha), White Cliffs, Aquarella Macuba, Thassos White Marcenaria: mogno africano (khaya) Grades de fonte: Grade de alumínio pintada com revestimento perolado Liquapearl LP1304, com painéis de vidro e corrimão superior em mogno Khaya serrado em quartos Portas e ferragens: folheado Khaya com sólidos de bétula

[piononostalgia]

Carlos Cancio

« Por la encendida calle Antillana va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba »

Acrílico sobre lienzo, 2003

————

MAJESTAD NEGRA

Por: Luis Palés Matos

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula---

Entre dos filas de negras caras.

Ante ella un congo--gongo y maraca--

ritma una conga bomba que bamba.

Culipandeando la Reina avanza,

Y de su inmensa grupa resbalan

Meneos cachondos que el congo cuaja

En ríos de azúcar y de melaza.

Prieto trapiche de sensual zafra,

El caderamen, masa con masa,

Exprime ritmos, suda que sangra,

Y la molienda culmina en danza.

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

Flor de Tórtola, rosa de Uganda,

Por ti crepitan bombas y bámbulas;

Por ti en calendas desenfrenadas

Quema la Antilla su sangre ñáñiga.

Haití te ofrece sus calabazas;

Fogosos rones te da Jamaica;

Cuba te dice: ¡dale, mulata!

Y Puerto Rico: ¡melao, melamba!

Sus, mis cocolos de negras caras.

Tronad, tambores; vibrad, maracas.

Por la encendida calle antillana

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula--

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

—————

Black Majesty

Translated by Paquito D’ Rivera

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba*

Between two rows of black faces

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula.

Before her, a congo band thumps

A bombastic conga—gongos and maracas.

Moving her hips, the Queen steps up

And her immense buttocks with drums collide

The Congo seductive plays along

In curdled rivers of sugar and molasses.

Brown-skinned mill of sweet sensation,

Her colossal hips, those massive mortars,

Make rhythms ooze, sweat bleed like blood,

And all this grinding ends in dance.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba.

Flower of Tórtola, Rose of Uganda,

For you the bombas and bambulas crackle.

For you these feverish nights go wild

And set on fire Antilla’s ñáñiga blood.

Haiti offers you its gourds;

Jamaica pours its fiery rums;

Cuba tells you, give us what you got, mulata!

And Puerto Rico: melao, melamba!

Get down, my black-faced love-crazed rascals.

Jangle, drums, and jiggle, maracas.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba

--Rumba, macamba, candombe, bámbula.

[seedkeeping]

Ulam Raja or Kenikir is a cosmos species grown for its flavorful, pungent, and nutritious edible leaf in Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore and beyond. It is native to the Caribbean, Central America, and parts of North and South America. According to “A Comprehensive Review on Cosmos caudatus (Ulam Raja): Pharmacology, Ethnopharmacology, and Phytochemistry,” Spaniards took this plant to Asia via the Philippines as a vegetable during the long sea voyage. While it is mainly grown as an ornamental in Europe, it became an important culinary and medicinal plant in parts of Asia. I am still trying to find references to any original and ongoing uses in the parts of Americas where it is from. Wikipedia mentions some of its local names in the Yucatán (chactsul, estrella del mar), Honduras and El Salvador (combray, combray rojo, mozote-doradilla), and Costa Rica (flor de muerto.) I bought a few plants from a vendor at the Cambodian market in FDR park this spring, and they’ve grown to around 10 feet tall and so bushy and full of flowers and seeds. We hope to share the seeds in 2022 with people who are looking for this taste of home. #ulamraja #kenikir #cosmoscaudatus #seedkeeping (at Glen Mills, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU9FDelgNTJ/?utm_medium=tumblr