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helen-with-an-a · 2 months

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On Top (18+)

Hiiiii - sorry for the inactivity/hiatus but I life has been kinda rough for me the last few weeks. Anyways, I had this idea in my head and could not get it out, so I wrote it. An absolutely massive shout out to @vixwritesagain for helping me out - I greatly appreciate it. Forehead smooches for you.

Also, this is the first time I've written anything outright 18+/smutty, so your comments are most definitely welcome. I hope you enjoy it.

Ona Batlle x Reader

Description: Ona wants to try being on top for once

Word Count: 4.3k

TW: Smut; 18+ only

could you tell I couldn't decide on a picture

“I want… Quiero –” she broke off with a sigh as your teeth grazed her jaw.

“You want …” you trailed off mockingly.

“Quiero est–” another pause. You took pity on her, leaning down to kiss her.

Before you could make contact, Ona spoke again. “Quiero estar en la cima.” You pulled back, meeting her dark eyes.

It wasn’t unexpected – you had an inkling that had been growing for a few weeks. She had been trying to be more … assertive.

The first few times she demanded something from you, it made you giggle. Even before you started dating, she had been the more submissive. She always allowed you to take the lead, eagerly waiting for your gentle instruction and quiet praise. When things had finally progressed into the bedroom, you weren’t surprised to find her moaning and whining beneath you as you sent her flying again and again, relishing in the sounds that spilled from her.

It had started a few weeks ago, after the pictures from Cuba had made their rounds on the internet. You had seen the comments. You had seen her blush as the notifications went off. You took pride in knowing that despite the internet going crazy over her, only you got to really see her, to feel her, to taste her.

The first time she had asked for something in a more authoritative tone, you had chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her shocked look - like she couldn’t believe she had just done that. She had asked for something small, so inconsequential that you don’t even remember it. But it was the way she had asked, with a firmness that you only heard from her on the football pitch. Almost instantly, it had faded again – her eyes had widened into a perfect look of innocence and a rosy hue spread across her cheeks. You had just pressed a few kisses where the colour had appeared until you felt her smile against you and went to do what she asked.

The next time and the next and the next, it was very obvious she was trying to become more assertive, more brazen with her authority. Each time, you had done exactly as she asked. A kiss, some food, a massage, company in the shower. All things you were more than willing to give her. But it was the tone. And the way she quickly changed her mind as soon as it left her lips.

What really cemented the idea that Ona was trying to be more dominant was when she squeaked a muffled ‘buena niña’ after you fulfilled her request to help her dry her hair after a long shower. You’d smirked and kissed the top of her head before moving into the bathroom yourself.

You had also sensed it when you were pressing her against the door of your bedroom, your tongues moving in harmony as your hand squeezed her waist – she had gently pushed you before changing her mind as quickly as the thought had appeared and pulling you back in with even more eagerness.

You could tell she was trying to get the upper hand when you lay her down gently on the mattress and began kissing your way down her body. She grabbed at your jaw, halting your descent and pulling you back up, her finger tracing your lower lip before whispering a gentle ‘bésame’ before pushing her lips to yours. Of course, you had obliged, who were you to deny her? Each time you had let her take the lead, thinking that she wasn’t quite sure how to ask for it. But when you had begun to roll over, she had seemed so unsure. Big, brown eyes staring up at you as you tried to figure out what she wanted.

You were surprised that she’d actually asked to be on top, to be in control.

She whined up at you, her lips brushing against your own as you pressed her further into the mattress. “Is that so?” You teased, granting her a slow, languid kiss. You could tell she was fighting for dominance again, so you let her control it – Ona pulled you closer and set the pace.

You chuckled at her surprised hum. “Hmmm, I don’t know, Onita.” you mused as you broke away.

“Si us plau,” she whined, sounding utterly pathetic. It was music to your ears.

“You want to eat me out?” You whispered, letting your teeth graze her earlobe. She nodded, breathlessly sighing as you sucked a light hickey into her neck. “You want me writhing and moaning underneath you? Screaming your name? So the whole world can hear who makes me feel so good?”

“Sí, sí, sí,” she moaned.

“You want to pin me to the mattress?” You asked, effortlessly pulling her hands above her head and pressing your hips into hers to hold her down. She nodded, eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Have me at your mercy?”

Ona writhed against you, your words conjuring up wicked images in her mind.

“You want to have me in any position you want?” Your lips drifted further, latching onto her exposed collarbone. She let out a loud whine, her hips searching for some friction against you. You allowed it, slowly letting her grind against your thigh. She nodded, her breath coming out harshly

“You want to control how and when I cum for you?” You paused, taking the time to nip at her chest, right above her heart. “You want me to be your good girl?” She let out a loud wanton moan, her back arching off the mattress.

“Sí, sí, sí, a tot plegat,”

You had a little knowledge of Catalan. You were fairly sure you had just described most, if not all, of her fantasies. You hummed, pretending to mull it over in your mind. You sucked another mark to her neck, smiling as her hands threaded through your hair.

You pulled back abruptly. “Ok,” you said, staring into her coffee-coloured eyes. She blinked, clearly shocked by your answer. She hadn’t been expecting this. And now that it was here, she was unsure if it was really what she wanted.

You could see her hesitation. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Or if you’ve changed your mind.” You ran your hands soothingly up her torso, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. She sighed softly, bringing her arms around your neck and keeping you close to her.

“No, no, I … I want to … I really want to,” she whispered, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she confessed.

You grinned. “Think about what I normally do. I have an idea, I ask you. You say yes or no. Just think about what you want to do and ask me. We can start slow. Really slow. I’m not used to being on the bottom either,” you reminded her. “We can use our colours at any point, remember?”

You smiled as she relaxed, her head pressing back into the pillows. “I can guide you, just like you did for me our first time together.” You said as you let your fingers drift across her abdomen.

Ona moaned quietly. Her fingers tightened in your hair.

“What do you want, baby? Me on my back? You on top? Your mouth, your fingers, your cock?” You whispered.

She was clearly turned on; her chest was heaving and her cheeks an even brighter pink than before.

“Vine aquí,” she commanded. You smiled, following her demand. She pulled you into her, her soft, smooth lips dancing with yours. You reminded yourself to let her lead, but it didn’t stop you from letting your hands wander.

You had already taken off her shirt, relishing in the smooth expanse of skin. You felt her push gently on your shoulders, trying to make you roll onto your back. You couldn’t help but smile as you flopped over and pulled her with you.

You settled down, head against the pillow, arms at your side as Ona straddled you.

“Esta bien?” she asked. You nodded, smiling reassuringly at her.

“Do your worst, Oni,” you teased gently. You could see her eyes narrowing at your challenge. You smiled up at her as she began to think. Her tongue darted across her lips subconsciously, her fingers fiddling with the waistband of your shorts. God, she was a vision. You waited patiently, letting her decide what her next course of action was.

“Quiero comerte afuera,” she whispered eventually. It wasn’t unusual for Ona to go down on you, but you had a suspicion that tonight would be different. Usually, you were in control, using your hands to guide her to where you wanted. She glanced down at your body, her eyes flitting across your torso and shoulders, but never once making eye contact. You could see she was still nervous. More nervous that you had ever seen her in the bedroom.

“Oni, look at me,” you said definitively, breaking away from the submission you were forcing yourself to embrace. Her eyes snapped to yours in a way that told you tonight would probably need a little more input from you than she had originally planned. “Soy solo yo,” You reminded her, taking a hand in yours.

“It’s just you,” she reiterated.

“Breathe, Bubba.”

She nodded, taking some deep breaths as your free hand rubbed soothing circles into her thigh. She squeezed your hand tightly.

“I want to eat you out,” She said with more authority this time. You nodded, your hips squirming in hopes of getting any form of friction to ease the growing ache. You succeeded slightly, the shift of your hips causing the fabric of your underwear and shorts to move deliciously against your skin.

“Stop,” she ordered. With immense effort, you did as you were told, your heart jumping at the bright grin she let out. You held your breath as she leant down. “I liked that,” she murmured.

You huffed out your displeasure.

“I didn’t,” You scowled, the look less effective as your voice cracked slightly when her fingers palmed at your chest, squeezing gently over your shirt.

“Be good and I’ll reward you.” It was a sentence you had said hundreds, if not thousands of times to her. You wanted to growl at her, abandon this whole plan, flip her over and have your way with her. But you didn’t. You let out a soft huff but nodded all the same. “Mi buena niña,” she praised, licking at the skin on the valley of your breasts.

“Oni,” You panted as her fingers danced under the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I take these off?” She asked. You nodded. “Words, por favor, mi vida,” she chided gently – just like you always did. She shuffled backwards, manoeuvring herself off you to lie flat on the bed.

You lifted your head, glancing at her place between your thighs. She was such a sight. Her eyes were wide and doe-like. You could tell she was unsure of what she just did. You lifted your hand, your fingers lightly grazing her cheekbone, smirking at her hesitance and nodding encouragingly.

“Yes, Bubba. You can take them off” You paused for a moment, allowing her time to press a small kiss to your fingertips. You decided to follow the same rules you expected of her – sensing that familiarity might be a source of comfort to her.

Her fingers dug into your flesh as she drew your shorts and underwear away. The cool air made you twitch as the wetness on your thighs was revealed.

“Estas mojada,” She commented.

“All for you, my love,” You sighed back as she settled back down.

She looked up at you again with that nervousness, like she was questioning if she was really going to do this.

“Colour?” you asked with the dominant tone again, knowing that she wouldn’t ignore it, and you expected an honest answer.

“Yellow.” You sat up and reached for her.

She sighed but moved to sit next to you while intertwining your legs. You brought her closer still by wrapping an arm around her waist, pushing her hair off her forehead.

“Bubba, do you want to stop?” You asked her. She shook her head, not looking at you.

“No,” she answered. You took her face gently in your hand and pulled her focus to meet your own.

“Do you want me to take control again?”

She shook her head again.

“I’m just … nerviosa. I’ve never been … en cargo … before. But I want to at least try it.”

You nodded, understanding where she was coming from. Dominance had come naturally for you, but it was still nerve-wracking the first time you were with a new partner or trying something for the first time.

“I keep … thinking … about things.” She whispered into your ear.

“What things, my love?” You hummed, gently smoothing her hair and trying to keep the mood light.

“You … on your back.” She paused, her breath quickening as images flooded her mind. “I’m … kissing you. And then you ask me to …” She stopped again. She was creating a fabulous picture for you. “You ask me to finger you … or eat you out. Cambia cada vez que lo imagino.”

You took a shuddering breath. You think the last part was meant mainly for her, but she had imagined this multiple times? She was going to be the death of you, and you were going to die a happy, happy woman.

“You tell me that you’re about to cum, and then I stop completely. You get all huffy and pouty,” She broke off with a grin. “But then I make you cum … twice,” she whispered the last part like it was a secret only you get to know. “And then you tell me I’m your good girl, and you tell me how proud you are and that I’ll get many, many rewards for doing exactly what you asked.” You stopped; this wasn’t what you had imagined when she asked to take control earlier. You thought she wanted to be in complete control like you normally do with her. But what she was describing made it sound like she still wanted you to be in charge, telling her what to do and how, but with your body being the main focus, not hers.

“I’m confused, Oni. I thought … I thought you wanted to be in control?”

“I …” she stopped, clearly trying to think of how to articulate her thoughts. “Every time I picture us, I want you to be telling me what to do whilst I’m on top,” she continued. “I like the idea of touching you and making you feel so good. But I want you to tell me what to do … I don’t really know,” she trailed off.

With each confessional sentence, you got a clearer picture of what she wanted. She wanted to be on top, but not necessarily in charge. You could work with that.

“First off, you always make me feel so good,” you clarified. “But I think I understand now. Thank you for telling me.”

You hummed, drawing her to you, settling yourself back against the pillows. She shifted too, straddling one of your thighs.

You brought her lips to yours, kissing her softly. She let out a throaty hum as you slipped back into the normal dynamic.

You weren’t quite sure how long you made out – it could have been minutes or hours – but you sensed that this was something you both needed. The familiarity of it all was grounding for both of you as you started to navigate uncharted waters. You felt yourself getting wetter with every passing beat, and based on the subtle grind of her hips, so was she.

Pulling back, you took in Ona’s dazed expression. Her lips were kiss swollen and full, her eyes were glazed, and her hair tousled.

“Oni,” You gasped out, arousal evident in your voice, “Tocame. Your fingers, por favor.” Gone was the dominant voice you usually used. This was filled with lust, and want, and love. You could see the excitement dancing across her face. She began to move away somewhat reluctantly. You didn’t want her going anywhere, either.

“Stay?” You almost begged. “Stay close to me.”

She nodded, grateful that you wanted her near too. As much as she loved to go down on you, she wanted to have you physically close, and she could do that a lot easier with just her fingers.

You felt electrified as her fingers drifted along your shirt. You looked down, smiling at the differences in your attires. She was still in her bra – a lacy wisp of dark blue satin that told you she had probably planned for this – but her Barça issue shorts were still on. If you had to guess, she was wearing the matching knickers that hugged her in all the right places. In contrast, you were naked from the waist down, the unflattering granny knickers you used for training discarded at the edge of the bed. Your top half was still covered by last season's training shirt.

You gasped as she finally touched you where you wanted, using her legs to keep you open for her. You knew she had caught on that you were willing to fulfil her fantasy. You knew what that meant. Edging.

You had only been on the receiving end of that particular form of torture once, and you didn’t really use it on Ona either, preferring overstimulation rather than denial.

The prospect wasn’t entirely unwelcome, however. A small part of you, one that was growing with every movement of Ona’s fingers, was getting more and more excited for what was to come. You felt your heart quicken as she added more pressure. You gasped as her fingers moved expertly, alternating between rubbing a few quick circles to your clit and dipping just inside, teasing you with the promise of more.

She smirked, watching with a raptured expression as you pressed your head back into the pillow when she finally sunk one finger fully inside. You moaned as you felt the heel of her hand brush against your clit.

“More,” you gasped after a minute or two, needing another finger. She obliged, kissing your cheek and moving some escaped hair with her free hand.

“Ona,” You panted, leaning your head against hers as you felt your toes curl as the waves of impending pleasure start. You felt her fingers brush that spongy spot inside of you. Your hand flew to her wrist, hoping to keep her exactly where she was. After a few more moments and another couple of brushes of your clit, you knew you were close.

“Bubba, … I’m – I’m gonna …” You moaned loudly, warning her of your imminent orgasm.

You could imagine her smile, her position offering a great view of your body. Just as you were about to fly over the edge, her fingers stilled, and she was gently tugging out of your grip.

“No! God, Ona –” You whined, trying to stay still for her as the pleasure started to ebb away. “You’re so mean,” you chided. “I was so close.”

“I know, mi vida,” she laughed teasingly, leaning down to kiss the pout forming on your lips.

You hummed, lifting your hand to hold her in place as you licked into her mouth. A spark triggered in your mind, thinking back to what she had confessed. You let her go, moving away but keeping her close, so close you could feel her breath fan across your face.

“Oni, I want you to make me cum,” You ordered. She nodded, drifting her fingers further up your leg. “Good girl,” You added, grinning as she rubbed her legs together at the praise.

Her fingers dipped back in, her slender digits quickly finding all the right places. Maybe it was because you were already so close to your high, or maybe you were just incredibly turned on by the whole situation, but you felt the band in your belly tighten a lot quicker than usual. Soon, you were a gasping, moaning, whining mess as you pressed yourself further into Ona.

“Gonna – gonna cum,” You managed to squeak, your eyes making contact with Ona’s. She smiled, nodding at you as you finally tipped over the edge. Your eyes slammed shut in ecstasy. You were fairly sure you screamed. What made it all a thousand times hotter was the feeling of Ona’s eyes never leaving your face as she worked you through it. Ona felt her heart swell with pride that she had managed to make you feel that good, and the undercurrent of comfort she felt knowing that she was being good for you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was leaning in for another kiss. You knew in her fantasy there were two orgasms, but could you really manage another?

You were conscious that she had never done the dominant role when it came to aftercare. You also didn’t doubt she would need some love and reassurance from you, too, but you were fairly sure you could navigate that later.

“Again,” you whispered against her lips. She paused, moving back.

“That one was intense, mi vida. Are you sure? What’s your colour?” You took some time to consider the state of your body – yes, you were tired, but no more than usual when it came to sex. You wanted to make every single part of Ona’s dreams come true.

“I’m green, Bubba.” You answered her truthfully. “Be a good girl and make me come again.”

She groaned softly, a surge of security and want flooding over her. She reached over once again, kissing you deeply as she trailed her nails along your inner thigh.

You squealed as she circled your clit, sensitive yet craving more as you pressed yourself into her. You kept your eyes shut as you felt the pleasure begin to rise again, turning your head into Ona’s shoulder as you moaned loudly.

“Tan bonita,” She muttered, biting her lip and drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath her. This was a million times better than she had pictured.

You blushed at her praise.

“La meva nena bona.” It was one of the few Catalan phrases you knew like the back of your hand. You were surprised you were able to get the full sentence out with how good Ona was making you feel. Her fingers moved expertly, pressing against the spots inside of you. You felt your skin begin to tingle, electricity coursing through your veins with every passing stroke and brush of your clit. It didn’t take long to feel the familiar bubble build. You felt your hips grind down of their own accord, seeking as much pleasure as possible.

“Close.” You nodded, focussing purely on the tightening band and the way your body was coming alive with every stroke. Your back arched off the bed a little, your head thrown back in pleasure as you went soaring.

She worked you through it again, her fingers skilfully drawing every bit of pleasure they could before slowing.

You both took a few moments to catch your breath. You focussed on grounding yourself, letting each cell in your body feel Ona’s warmth, the blanket beneath you, the chill of the room.

Ona was fairly sure she almost came herself. That was the hottest thing she had witnessed. The push and pull of being on top but not in charge, the way you moved and moaned, the way you had satisfied her fantasy so completely. She didn’t think anything could best it.

“That was …” She trailed off with a laugh.

“Lo se,” You giggled, your heart filling with warmth as she joined in. “You were so good for me, Bubba.” She preened at the compliment.

“So, so good. For telling me what you wanted. For letting me be a part of it. For giving me two absolutely mind-blowing orgasms. For checking in on me.” With each comment, she blushed even deeper. She was fairly sure her underwear was ruined, and probably her shorts, too. Her skin felt on fire as you carefully dragged a solitary finger up her body.

“Tomorrow, I’ll give you whatever you want,” You vowed, smoothing your thumb across her cheek.

“Wh-tomorrow?” She squeaked. She had been hoping for her reward now. Not that she had done all of this just for a reward, but … she had hoped.

“Sí, Bubba. Tomorrow.” Before she could interject with her objections, you continued, “We are both tired. I don’t think I’m in the headspace to make sure you’re ok. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it. And I don’t think you would be either.” She frowned, moving to complain again.

“I know that was probably incredibly sexy for you, and trust me, it was for me too. You probably feel absolutely fine, better than fine. But it was a lot. For both of us.”

Ona listened, taking stock of her body. She did feel boneless in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Maybe you were right.

“What’s your colour?” You asked her.

“Ver-” she began, but she knew you knew she would be lying. “A-amarilla.”

You nodded solemnly, thanking her gently for being truthful with you.

“Tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Whenever we both decide we are ready, I promise to give you the best reward. You were my best girl today. You always have been, and you always will be,” You said earnestly.

She was always perplexed at how you were always able to say exactly what she needed to hear.

“Now then, I think a bath is in order, sí?”

“With candles? And the nice bubble bar thingy?” She grumbled.

“Whatever you want, Bubba. My good girl gets whatever she wants.”

I hope you enjoyed it <3<3<3<3

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dodypaz · 2 years

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Régimen de Cuba corta el internet al pueblo por miedo a un nuevo 11J

“El régimen de Cuba muestra el temor a que se repita nuevamente el 11J y su disposición a reprimir para mantener su hegemonía por la fuerza” El pueblo de Cuba se encuentra en una situación de hastío ante la incapacidad del gobierno comunista de hacerle frente a la situación en la que se encuentran la ciudadanía, donde hay personas con más de 40 horas sin energía eléctrica, sin alimentos y sobre…

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#11J #Apagones en Cuba #corte de internet en Cuba #cuba #Dictadura Cubana #estallido social en Cuba #estallido social en Cuba el 11J #Huracán Ian #miedo a las protestas #protestas en Cuba

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favichanwriter · 1 year

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Hot take (?) en el nombre humano de Cuba en Hetalia:

Una de las cosas que más me molestan de este fandom es lo poco que se molestan en estudiar historia de Cuba al elegir el nombre humano de Cuba.

Con respecto al nombre de pila, no tengo muchas quejas. Cualquier nombre dentro del espectro hispanohablante me parece perfecto. Solo no usen nombres inventados/de la generación "Y". Tengo trauma con esos nombres (mi mamá y mi tía son de la generación "Y").

Sin embargo, con respecto a la elección del apellido, tengo un par de cosas que decir. Agárrense a sus sillas y prepárense una meriendita. Esto se pondrá bueno.

El apellido que más he visto regado por el internet es "Machado". ¿Cuál es mi problema con este apellido? El siguiente:

No es un apellido común en Cuba.

Es el apellido de un maldito DICTADOR.

Les paso contexto para que entiendan mejor la situación.

En 1925, un tipo llamado Gerardo Machado asumió la silla presidencial. Al principio, era lo mismo que sus predecesores, todo un corrupto y un politiquero. Hasta que un grupo de jóvenes (me he dado cuenta que todas estas cosas las hace la gente joven) decidió pararle los pies porque el compañerito Machado estaba abusando de su puesto (nada fuera de lo común en todos los politicos de la pseudorrepública).

Entre esos jóvenes estaba Julio Antonio Mella, un líder estudiantil. ¿Adivinen qué hizo Machado con él? ¡Exacto, lo mandó a matar mientras estaba en México!

Y después dicen que Cuba antes de 1959 era un paraíso.

En fin, a Machado lo sacaron en 1933 . Justo antes que la Revolución del 30 fallara épicamente.

Otro apellido que no quiero ver ni de chiste (y que, por suerte, no he visto jamás y espero nunca ver) es Batista. ¿Por qué? Por las mismas razones que el anterior.

Y si creen que Machado era malo... Oh, cariño, no han visto nada aún. Fulgencio Batista era peor. Muchísimo peor.

Lo único bueno que hizo Batista fue dirigir al país durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Pero ni eso, porque el tipo estaba con Dios y con el Diablo (le vendía combustible a los Nazis (A. LOS. NAZIS) para sus submarinos, pero Cuba formaba parte del frente Aliado).

En 1952, el compañerito Batista protagonizó un GOLPE DE ESTADO. Sí, cómo escucharon. Un. Golpe. De. Estado. Y cualquiera que le llevara la contraria amanecía muerto en una esquina al día siguiente, ya fuera comunista o no.

Obviamente, nadie lo quería aquí (incluso los que no eran comunistas). Y mientras que Fidel Castro intentaba darle de baja desde la Sierra Maestra, la oposición de derecha intentaba sacarlo de la presidencia con elecciones y politiquería.

Conclusión, como a Batista nadie lo quería, excepto su amiguito Trujillo, huyó a Dominicana el 31 de diciembre de 1958. Por eso es que la Revolución Cubana triunfó el primero de enero de 1959.

Acá les dejo apellidos que deberíamos ver más seguido en el nombre humano de Cuba:

Céspedes (el que yo utilizo para mi OC).

Martí.

Maceo.

Agramonte.

Cualquiera que no sea Fernández (que ese ya lo tiene España)

Y eso es todo por hoy. Nos vemos luego. ¡Bai!

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #axis powers hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hws cuba #aph cuba #hetalia cuba #hot take #hetalia critical #en español porque suena más bonito #long post

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hiiamlarasblog · 1 year

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jueves hoy bueno primero tomamos otro avión que fue de panama a cuba, baje y me quiero matar por q acá no hay señal, tipo no existe así que no existe 4G después para tener internet yeni que venir a la qvitacion, Y DESPUÉS NO EXISTE TIKTOK???????? NO PUEDO USAR TIKTOK POR 15 días bueno dsp me fui a la playa y después comí una porción de pizza dos porciones del pizza por q una era entera la it’s era la mitad y después ac a esyoy en la avitacuon a las 6:30’dd la tarde gracias por leer el blog a mi fan n1 guada

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lisa-palacios-3004 · 8 months

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Tema 8 - Informe: Sarduy

Imagen recuperada de: Fernández, Tomás y Tamaro, Elena. «Biografia de Severo Sarduy». En Biografías y Vidas. La enciclopedia biográfica en línea [Internet]. Barcelona, España, 2004. Disponible en https://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/s/sarduy.htm

Severo Sarduy, destacado escritor, poeta y crítico del arte procedente de Cuba, ofrece su perspectiva sobre la arquitectura barroca en su ensayo "La Cosmología Barroca: Kepler".

Imagen recuperada de: Biblioteca de Google Drive de Historia de la Arquitectura II

Sarduy profundiza en la intrincada interacción entre la estética barroca y el simbolismo cósmico. Las principales ideas o temas que Sarduy destaca en el texto son las siguientes:

1. La influencia de Kepler

Johannes Kepler, Episode #7 of the course “Unknown Scientists Who Changed The World”. Imagen recuperada de: enlace

Al vincular la estética barroca con temas cósmicos, Sarduy se inspira en Johannes Kepler, el renombrado astrónomo. El innovador trabajo de Kepler sobre el movimiento planetario y la armonía celestial resuena con las formas en espiral y los ritmos dinámicos de la arquitectura barroca. Kepler descubre el movimiento heliocéntrico de los planetas, lo que provoca un cambio de paradigma no sólo en la ciencia, sino en la manera de percibir la existencia humana en general en el siglo XVII, siglo de crisis existenciales y cambios de perspectivas.

La arquitectura barroca, de acuerdo a Sarduy, utiliza estos mismos modelos y figuras de elipses para todo tipo de edificaciones; se trata de una elasticidad del círculo, una "dilatación longitudinal". Ya la estricta perfección y orden del Renacimiento no se toman al pie de la letra. Las concepciones de la cosmología antigua y los órdenes clásicos empiezan a desdoblarse en la arquitectura, llevando a -en palabras de Sarduy- una "dialéctica formal", un diálogo dinámico entre las formas y las posibilidades que existen en ellas.

Extraído de página 185 del libro Ensayos generales sobre el Barroco. 1987

Se pasa de una estricta e inamovible perfección renacentista del círculo a una dinámica y cambiante "imperfección" del elipse, cambiando los puntos focales y la manera de percibir y experimentar el arte y la arquitectura.

Sarduy celebra la visión de Kepler como un puente entre lo terrenal y lo cósmico, reforzando la simbiosis entre arte y ciencia.

Plan of the Late Baroque Basilica of the Fourteen Holy Helpers by Balthasar Neumann, constructed between 1743 and 1772. The altar is in an oval in the center. Recuperado de: enlace

2. El Barroco como espejo cósmico

Sarduy sostiene que la arquitectura barroca sirve como reflejo del propio cosmos. Las fachadas ornamentadas, los detalles intrincados y las formas dinámicas que se encuentran en las estructuras barrocas reflejan la complejidad y la grandeza del reino celestial.

Así como los cielos están repletos de cuerpos celestes, los edificios barrocos rebosan de plasticidad, geometría compleja y transgresión de los órdenes clásicos, creando una sensación de abundancia y exuberancia cósmica.

Palacio de San Telmo in Seville by Leonardo de Figueroa (1682–1754). Recuperado de: enlace

Royal Palace of Amsterdam by Jacob van Campen (1665). Recuperado de: enlace

Baldaquin by Bernini in the Basilica of Saint Peter, Rome (1623–34). Recuperado de: enlace

3. La tensión dinámica entre orden y caos

La arquitectura barroca encarna una tensión entre el orden y el caos, entre la realidad y el engaño, entre lo preciso y lo ambiguo, entre la complejidad y la practicidad para resolverla. Sarduy ve esta tensión como un microcosmos de la lucha entre las leyes cósmicas (orden) y la entropía.

La elaborada ornamentación estructural (columnas retorcidas, escaleras de caracol, e ilusiones ópticas) simboliza la danza perpetua entre fuerzas cósmicas. Los arquitectos barrocos buscaron armonizar estos elementos opuestos, creando un delicado equilibrio que resuena con el equilibrio cósmico.

Retable in the Sagrario Chapel of Segovia Cathedral (1686) by Jose Benito de Churriguera, the earliest architect of the Churrigueresque style. Recuperado de: enlace

Interior of the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul in Vilnius, designed by Jan Zaor, Giambattista Frediani and completed in 1701. Recuperado de: enlace

4. La teatralidad del espacio

Para Sarduy, la arquitectura barroca es inherentemente teatral. El juego de luces y sombras, el uso dramático de la perspectiva y la ilusión de movimiento dentro de estructuras estáticas evocan una sensación de actuación.

Justo cuando los actores suben al escenario, los edificios barrocos invitan a los espectadores a participar en un drama cósmico. El escenario arquitectónico se convierte en un lienzo para narrativas celestiales, donde los mortales interactúan con fuerzas y conceptos que les trascienden.

Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles by Jules Hardouin-Mansart (begun 1678–1686). Recuperado de: enlace

Library of the Clementinum, the Jesuit university in Prague (1722). Recuperado de: enlace

5. La búsqueda de la trascendencia

Los arquitectos barrocos buscaban la trascendencia: elevar los espacios terrenales hacia lo divino. Sarduy ve esta aspiración como un reflejo del deseo de la humanidad de conectarse con el cosmos, de la inmortalidad, de lo que está más allá de nuestra existencia limitada y efímera.

Las elevadas cúpulas, los intrincados frescos y los motivos celestiales evocan una sensación de ascenso, invitando a los espectadores a trascender la existencia mundana. La arquitectura barroca se convierte en un conducto para la comunión espiritual, uniendo lo terrenal y lo celestial.

Interior view of dome of the Church of the Gesù by Giacomo Barozzi da Vignola, and Giacomo della Porta. Recuperado de: enlace

Oriental Orthodox Church. Smol'nyy Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia. Recuperado de: enlace

Asamkirche interior. Recuperado de: enlace

A modo de conclusión personal, puedo decir que este ensayo de Sarduy sobre la arquitectura barroca y su relación con los descubrimientos de Kepler me ayuda a comprender de mejor manera el desarrollo del barroco y cómo se diferenció considerablemente de lo que se venía proyectando durante el Renacimiento y el Manierismo.

Como todo movimiento histórico, el Barroco se produjo en un contexto muy específico donde los nuevos descubrimientos tambaleaban las concepciones que se tenían, tal como lo fue el descubrimiento del movimiento heliocéntrico de los planetas.

Los arquitectos y artistas barrocos adaptaron este nuevo entendimiento a sus oficios, abrazando la crisis que trae el cambio, creando cosas nuevas sin olvidar lo que les precedía (los elementos y conceptos clásicos, el orden y la simetría). En la arquitectura barroca, se busca que todos los elementos se vuelvan piezas que contruyan una experiencia, donde la edificación no sólo se recorriera, sino que se viviera.

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meli-r · 9 months

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No entiendo lo que dice la gente y los medios de que van a vender el país

Link oficial del DNU: https://www.boletinoficial.gob.ar/detalleAviso/primera/301122/20231221

Ya quiero que vengan por ejemplo más empresas de internet a todo el país. Por qué les parece mal eso si a los que más beneficia es a los consumidores? Prefieren tener una, dos o tres empresas con servicios caros y de mierda hasta llegar a algo como Cuba? En cualquier pais civilizado hay muchas empresas para elegir de cualquier servicio. Nos acostumbramos demasiado a ser tercer mundo y no miramos afuera

Y por que hablan de privatizar la salud si el DNU no dice eso? O yo estoy ciega. Por que les parece mal que uno pueda cambiar de servicio de salud sin quilombo? En provincia los empleados publicos como docentes estan afiliados obligatoriamente a IOMA y no se pueden desafiliar. IOMA les cobra todos los meses bastante y es una obra social de mierda que todos odian. Los docentes la tienen que pagar junto con otra obra social porque IOMA no los atiende. Me parece genial que puedan salirse.

Yo no entiendo

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IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 12 DE NOVIEMBRE DE 2023

Día Mundial contra la Neumonía, Día del Abrazo en Familia, Semana Internacional de la Ciencia y la Paz, Año Internacional del Mijo y Año Internacional del Diálogo como Garantía de Paz.

Santa Fina, San Margarito, San Renato, San Josafat, San Cristiano y San Emiliano

Tal día como hoy en el año 1990: El productor Frank Farian hace público que las voces del dúo alemán Milli Vanilli son en realidad de otros dos cantantes, descubriéndose el que se considera el mayor fraude de la historia de la música.

En 1990: Tim Berners-Lee describe la idea de la World Wide Web, o conjunto de protocolos para compartir información operando sobre los existentes (Internet), que dará lugar a la Web como hoy en día se conoce.

En 1996: Un avión Boeing 747 de Saudi Arabian Airlines y un Ilyushin Il-76 de carga kazajo colisionan en pleno vuelo, sobre la villa de Charkhi Dadri (India), causando la muerte a 349 personas, todos sus ocupantes. Es el accidente aéreo más mortífero en pleno vuelo de la historia de la aviación.

En 1996: En votación de la Asamblea General de la ONU resulta por mayoría la negativa al embargo estadounidense contra Cuba.

En 1997: Ramzi Yousef es declarado culpable del atentado a las Torres Gemelas de 1993 y condenado a cadena perpetua sin posibilidad de libertad condicional.

En 2001: El ejército talibán abandona Kabul (capital de Afganistán), a causa de la llegada de la Alianza del Norte.

En 2001: Se estrella un avión Airbus A300 de la compañía American Airlines en el barrio de Queens (Nueva York) que acaba de despegar, causando la muerte a sus 260 ocupantes y a 5 personas más en tierra.

En 2001: Se reúnen por primera vez los tres componentes vivos de la banda de rock The Beatles, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr y George Harrison, a petición de este último, que fallecería 17 días después.

En 2014: El módulo de aterrizaje Philae se desprende de la sonda espacial Rosetta y aterriza sobre el cometa 67P/Churiumov-Guerasimenko, siendo la primera vez que un dispositivo humano llega a posarse en un cometa.

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This day in history

#15yrsago TSA endangers child’s life by contaminating his feeding tube despite pleas https://web.archive.org/web/20080308171124/http://www.wftv.com/irresistible/15511359/detail.html

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#5yrsago Six immortal superweapons the Democrats made for the president, which Trump gets to wield https://www.truthdig.com/articles/six-ways-resistance-gave-trump-dictators-toolkit/

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#5yrsago Geek Squad’s secret spying on behalf of the FBI went on for a decade and involved constant, ongoing collaboration https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/03/geek-squads-relationship-fbi-cozier-we-thought

#5yrsago Stalkerware vendor Retina-X capitulates to vigilante hacker, shuts down “indefinitely” https://www.vice.com/en/article/neqgn8/retina-x-spyware-shuts-down-apps

#1yrago Student debt strike called for May 1 https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/06/i-want-to-do-it-now-make-me-do-it/#may-day

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SAMEDI 14 SEPTEMBRE 2024 (Billet 3/3)

« UNE SOIRÉE RATÉE »

Elle avait pourtant virtuellement bien commencé lorsque JM, pour « fêter » leur 40e Anniversaire de Mariage avec Marina, avait réservé le 6 mai dernier, pour le jeudi 12 septembre, 2 places de théâtre pour aller voir la pièce dont à l’époque tout le monde disait le plus grand bien, tirée d’un film qui a obtenu dans le monde entier un nombre incroyable de récompenses en 1990 : « Le cercle des poètes disparus » avec, dans le rôle principal, Stéphane Freiss.

Nous nous en faisions une joie car nous n’allons pas souvent au théâtre (faut réserver longtemps à l’avance et ce sont des sorties qui coûtent relativement cher…).

Evidemment nous prévoyons toujours un dîner soit avant soit après la représentation. Cette fois-ci, après quelques recherches sur Internet, nous avions choisi de dîner au « Bouillon Julien », 16 rue du Faubourg St Denis, très proche du « Théâtre Libre » où se donnait la pièce.

La séance étant à 21h, nous avions prévu large (en se disant que nous prendrions éventuellement un petit apéro pour rallonger le temps du dîner) et étions devant « Julien » à 19h. Grand bien nous en a pris car nous avons fait un peu plus d’1 heure de queue avant qu’on nous place enfin à table. L’heure tournait, nous avons même failli partir. Du coup, le temps qu’on vienne nous prendre la commande, nous avons mis plus de temps à attendre qu’à dîner. Nous le saurons pour la prochaine fois, ne jamais aller dans ce style de restaurant (« Chartier », « Julien »…), certes typiques, historiques même ! et au rapport qualité/prix imbattable, quand on a prévu quelque chose après.

Pour info (et les amoureux de Paris), nous vous recopions ci-dessous le texte imprimé sur les sets en papier disposés sur les tables.

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BOUILLON JULIEN

« Ici, tout est beau, bon, pas cher »

Au milieu du 19e, un boucher, Pierre-Louis Duval, crée pour les travailleurs des Halles le premier « Bouillon », établissement où l’on sert un repas fort simple mais consistant. Plus tard, Camille et Édouard Chartier reprennent l’idée à leur compte mais installe leurs « Bouillons » dans des décors somptueux. Sur ce modèle, en 1906, Édouard Fournier inaugure à son tour le « Bouillon Julien », véritable perle de l’Art Nouveau : les miroirs, les lumières, les couleurs, les panneaux, en pâte de verre, les extravagantes moulures de staff sculpté de motifs végétaux, féminins ou animaliers, le sol recouvert de carrelages symbolisant des tapis de fleurs sont un ravissement pour les yeux.

Ce somptueux établissement semble n’avoir été créé que pour le plaisir de clients fortuné et pourtant Julien est fier de n’être qu’un authentique « Bouillon ».

N’oubliez pas d’admirer :

Le magnifique bar en acajou de Cuba, arrondi et décoré de volutes et d’arabesques, recouvert d’un tablier d’étain ouvragé. Il a été dessiné et réalisé par Louis Majorelle, décorateur-ébéniste et membre de l’École de Nancy.

La grande verrière du plafond aux motifs végétaux, signée du père du peintre Bernard Buffet, diffuse une lumière douce et gaie.

Les appliques en bronze doré, évoquant des bouquets de tulipes, éclairent les quatre saisons symbolisées par des femmes-fleurs dont les robes sont incrustées de cabochons et de perles de verre coloré. Ces panneaux sont dus à Louis Trezel qui s’est inspiré de l’œuvre du peintre tchèque, Alfons Mucha.

Sur le mur du fond, Armand Segaud signe de splendides panneaux, encadrant un miroir, où des paons sur fond de lune, d’étoiles et de fleurs blanches, symbolisent l’éternité et le paradis.

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LE CERCLE DES POÈTES DISPARUS

Nous sommes rentrés dans le théâtre à 20h45, une très belle salle (archi-peine !) que nous ne connaissions pas. Bien placés au deuxième rang à la corbeille, nous nous attendions à retrouver le charme et l’émotion du film avec Robin Williams qui nous avait tant plu.

Mais, inutile de tourner autour du pot plus longtemps, la pièce ne nous a pas du tout plu. D’abord parce qu’on entendait très, très mal. Les acteurs surjouent un peu le côté « ado » de leurs rôles, font beaucoup de gestes, crient plus qu’ils ne parlent fort. A leur décharge, l’acoustique du théâtre (un ancien music-hall, transformé pendant des années en salle de cinéma) est loin d’être performante. Et, pour finir, Stéphane Freiss en professeur de poésie ne nous a pas du tout convaincus. Pas de charisme, un jeu toujours égal, un peu « fadasse »… Bref, nous avons regardé souvent notre montre, heureusement la pièce ne dure qu’1h30 et nous nous sommes beaucoup ennuyés.

A noter que nos avis ne correspondent pas du tout à ceux des grands critiques de théâtre (du Monde, de Télérama, du Figaro…), peut-être étaient-ils beaucoup mieux placés que nous. De plus, la pièce s’est d’abord jouée au théâtre Antoine, l’acoustique ne doit pas être la même. Il n’y a pas eu de rappels à la fin ni d’enthousiasme débordant dans les applaudissements. Par contre un public très jeune et ça, c’est très sympathique.

De cette soirée (« ratée »), nous ne retiendrons que le très beau décor du « Bouillon Julien »… Quant aux plats, nous les avons choisis parce qu’on nous a dit qu’ils nous seraient servis rapidement. C’était simple et bon, rien à redire.

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