#Juan Orti

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 20. Intonation-Deidesheimer Kunsttage: Deidesheim vom 19. bis 28. April 2024 

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Home to my cherished masterlists, found over many years, and saved here so that I may revisit them once more.

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#Anarchy’s Sons : SOA

#ATT : Alexander ‘Tig’ Trager

#DH : David Hale

#FCT : Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford

#HK : Herman Kozik

#JCO : Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortis

#LP : Les Packer

#NP : Nero Padilla

#MMC : Mayans MC

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JUAN ORTI from Domingo Fernández on Vimeo.

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Causa DCXII

Sumario: — La ley de 7 de Agosto de 1878, sobre prórroga de jurisdicción no es inconstitucional 

Resolución

En los autos testamentarios de D. Juan R. Ortis de Rosas. Competencia entre el Tues de lo Civil del Departamento del Sud y el de la Capital Dr. Zavalía. Buenos Aires, Junio 7 de 1879. Nuestra antigua legislación admite la propagación de jurisdicción en causas del mismo fuero. El art. 18 de la ley de 29 de noviembre de 1853, llevó más lejos esa doctrina, permitiéndole por razón de lugar, aun en causas de fuero diverso. El art. 225 de la Constitución, conserva las leyes y procedimientos vigentes, ínterin no venga la nueva ley orgánica y reglamentaria no dictada aun, y en tanto no se opongan aquellas leyes á los preceptos constitucionales que establece. En las disposiciones constitucionales no se encuentra la condenación absoluta de esa prórroga voluntaria. El artículo 156 dispone la descentralización posible en el establecimiento y funciones de la justicia, cuya organización bajo los principios generales (art. 216) que es la que debe designar los límites territoriales como las materias de su competencia y fueros (art. 160).

La descentralización no se ha establecido como un precepto absoluto, sino en cuanto sea posible y á la ley legislativa como encargada de la reglamentación de sus preceptos, le compete, apreciando esa posibilidad, extendiendo ó restringiendo el principio de la descentralización.

La Constitución no tiene una disposición á este respecto que haga depender la vigencia de sus disposiciones transitorias, hasta la sanción de una ley especial ó completa de organización y procedimiento; la ley de 7 de Agosto de 1878 no altera tampoco los principios precedentes de tramitación y procedimiento, y no yendo contra ningún principio constitucional, no puede ser condenada su vigencia. 

Por ello y los demás fundamentos de la vista precedente y sin omitir la advertencia sobre las irregularidades que se notan, declárase que el conocimiento de esta causa corresponde al Juez de la Capital Dr. Zavalia.

Originally published at on https://sguera.com.ar/ February 10, 2023.

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Neverwere!Verse Couple no.1: Juice Ortiz/Letty Cruz

Just imagine

Season 2/3 Juice meeting Letty.

Look at these adorable babies together! Look at them. Somebody ought to write that love story, please :)

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Intoxicated

“23, 24 and 26 with Juice please ☺”

“Can you please do 24 of the prompt list with juice where the reader is drunk? Thank you ❤️”

#23 - “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

#24 - “Are you drunk?”

#26 - “Help me I’m stuck.”

—

Snickering to yourself, you walk over to your boyfriend, his open arms and charming grin welcoming you. Dropping into his lap, he wraps his arm around you waist, his other hand swirling patterns on your thigh.

He takes in your glassy eyes, pink cheeks, the slight sway he noticed in your walk. “Are you drunk?”

You giggle in response, grinning childishly at him. He chuckles at you, his hand squeezing at your waist.

“Only a little bit.” You make a little gap between your thumb and forefinger, Juice finding your drunken state very amusing. You flop down next to him, your legs resting over his lap as you grab his hand in yours, twisting and turning his bands of silver. He watches you, not being able to understand how he got himself such a beautiful girl.

“Are you tired?” he asks you, running his spare hand up and down your legs. He’d chose not to drink tonight, wanting to keep his eye on you while you got intoxicated for a change. You rest your head on the couch, shaking your head at him. You’d been partying for about five hours straight, the clubhouse crowd thinning out as everyone left or just fell asleep.

He smiles at you, your eyes closed as he watches you, knowing you’re tired even if you won’t admit it. He gently taps your thighs, moving your legs from his lap. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He stands up, offering you his hand. You whine in protest, wanting to party forever, but take his hand anyway, allowing him to pull you up. He laces his fingers with yours, leading you to his room, your vision slightly blurry due to the alcohol you’d consumed.

Once he reaches his apartment, he let’s you in, closing the door behind the two of you as you sit on the bed, trying to sit up straight. As Juice disappears into the bathroom, you grab your shirt by the hem, trying to get it off.

“Help me, I’m stuck.” You call, your shirt halfway off and halfway on. Juice walks back into the room, the sight of you making him burst out laughing.

“Jesus, how much did you drink?” He assists you, helping you remove the shirt, your arms dropping to your side. You fall back on the bed as soon as you’re free, the ceiling spinning as you rub your eyes, trying to sober up.

You watch as Juice crawls over you, his body straddling yours as he kisses you, your hands trailing down his now shirtless chest. His skin is warm and toned, a groan leaving him as you slip further down, teasing the top of his jeans.

“Are you sure you want to? You’re not too drunk that you’re going to regret this in the morning?” He asks in concern, pulling away against your wishes. You slip your hand into his pants, finding his length and wrapping your hand around it, his eyes closing as you pump him.

Your free hand finds the back of his head, pulling him down so you can attach your lips to his neck, open mouthed kisses being left to the skin. He pulls your hand back from him, standing up and pushing off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion, his cock standing at full attention.

Discarding the material elsewhere, he undoes your jeans, pulling them leisurely down your legs, more skin being revealed with each motion. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as he gazes at you on the bed, hair sprawled around you, your bra and panties being the only thing left to remove.

His lips leaving kisses on your legs as he returns, your eyes closing as you feel him getting closer and closer to where you need him. He spreads your legs apart gently, moving in between your thighs and blowing on your core, you squirming in anticipation. He creeps his fingers up to the hem of your lace underwear, shimmying the fabric down, air breezing your centre as it’s completely exposed.

“Do something.” you beg as he pulls your underwear from your ankles, his fingers teasingly trailing your skin. He pulls you to him, your most intimate area lined up to his face. He places open mouthed kisses on your thighs, his touch arching closer and closer to where you need him the most.

You bite your hand to stop the moans as he licks a stripe up your folds, his lips latching onto your sensitive clit and sucking skillfully. He bends your legs, resting them over his shoulders as he feasts on you, moans and groans slipping from you as he does so. Your hands pull at the bed sheets, trying to grasp something as pleasure takes over you, Juice’s tongue working in such incredible ways.

He slips one digit into you, you resting up on your elbows to watch as he fucks you with his finger, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to use his mouth on you. He looks so good between your legs, your one hand moving to his head to keep him where you want him, your orgasm on the brink.

He moves away before you can reach your high, frustration filling your body as he moves back up to you, reaching behind and unclipping your bra, your hand finding his cock as he sucks as your breasts, the two of you gasping as you pleasure one another.

“Fuck, gotta be inside you.” He groans, his teeth and lips working together on your exposed skin, you not even caring that you’re going to have some marks tomorrow. You feel him adjust, lining up to your entrance, teasing you.

“Wait! Condom. I’m not on the pill anymore remember.” You remember, thanking the events of now for making you sober up enough to remember. Juice groans, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“I think there’s some in the kitchen drawer.” Juice huffs, sitting back on his knees. “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“Nooooo,” you whine, laughing, finding the whole situation hilarious. “I can’t come with you, I’ll end up being too loud and waking someone up. Please, baby.”

You sit up, trailing kisses up his chest, helping to sweeten the deal. Groaning in defeat, he gets off the bed, pulling on his boxers. You smile sweetly at him, his frown turning into a grin, not being able to resist you. “Back in a bit.”

You nod, as he creeps out the room, falling back onto the bed.

—

Juice moves through the hallway, darkness surrounding him as he wishes he’d grabbed a torch or something, the lights switch being right at the front of the clubhouse.

“Shit!” He hisses, catching his toe on the corner of the wall, hopping around in pain. He listens out, happy with the silence as he proceeds into the clubhouse, creeping into the kitchen.

“Nice undies, Juicey boy.” Juice jumps at the sound of company, turning to face Chibs, a smirk on the Scottish man’s face. “I’m happy to see you too, laddie!”

Juice looks down to where Chibs is gesturing to, quickly covering his protruding bulge with his hands, a sheepish smile on his face. “Ran out of rubber.”

Chibs nods his head in acknowledgement, a mischievous glint in his eye. Juice groans internally, knowing that he’ll be the joke around SAMCRO for a while.

“Well you have a good night, brother. Feel free to knock if (Y/N) needs a real man.” He winks, chuckling as he walks away, Juice laughing sarcastically. He turns around, rummaging through the drawers of the kitchen.

He sighs in relief once he finds what he was looking for, shutting the drawer and heading back to the bedroom, ready to tell you about the teasing he’s going to go through just for one condom.

“I found one-” He can’t help but chuckle as he sees you on the bed, fast asleep. Shaking his head, he shuts the door behind him, dropping the now unneeded condom on the bedside table and pulling down the covers, picking you up and placing you inside.

“I love you.” He speaks softly, kissing your forehead as you subconsciously nestle further into the pillow. He uses the bathroom, thanking Chibs for killing his erection, before washing up and crawling in next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist.

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A/N - hope you guys liked! thank you for the continued support, it means a lot xxx

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Chimi El Tigre, hailed as Miami's "Best Latin Sandwich" by the Miami Herald, was established in 2010. The restaurant is a family-owned business situated in Miami's up-and-coming Miami Gardens and Hollywood District. Perfect for casual dining, Chimi El Tigre offers a pleasant, yet lively, family-oriented atmosphere. Upholding its reputation for serving the most authentic Dominican food in South Florida, playing Dominican music. Chimi El Tigre is the quintessential symbol of Dominican food. Having Dominican celebrities dining in like Juan Luis Guerra, who celebrated his birthday with us, David Ortis “Big Papi”, who did a reality show “Big papi needs a job” in one of our location, Telemundo “Rostros de nuestra ciudad” named us as “the most famous Dominican restaurant in Miami.” So, whether you’re looking to relive Dominican culture, experience it for the first time, or simply indulge in the traditional festive spirit of the Dominican culture, look no further than the legendary three-color food trucks in one of our locations!

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View from the Moon Pyramid to the Road of the Dead in the ancient Teotihuacán Pyramids in Mexico.Tais Policanti

This story was originally published in Spanish by HuffPost Mexico. A version of it has been adapted and republished here in English with permission from HuffPost Mexico.

Millions of tourists visit the ruins of Teotihuacán every year. They climb the pyramids, walk the Avenue of the Dead, and learn about the spectacular artifacts recovered from the ancient Mesoamerican city. Looking across the vast and remarkably well-preserved stone complex, built by hand by a pre-Aztec civilization, many likely assume that only a powerful despotic king—directing hordes of slave or serf laborers—could have orchestrated the construction of such a carefully planned city. Indeed, this is what archaeologists once believed. If tourists make the effort to visit some of the excavated residential compounds outside the main archaeological zone, however, they may start to understand why such assumptions about Teotihuacán society are changing. For these structures lie at the heart of our shifting perspective of the ancient city: namely, that it was far more egalitarian than we had previously imagined possible.

I began my archaeological career in the 1970s as an undergraduate examining artifacts at Teotihuacán. That first trip to Mexico cemented my love not only for the archaeology, but also for Mexican life and culture. In the decades since, I moved on to excavating Aztec-period sites in the provinces of that civilization’s empire. In 2015, when I was appointed director of Arizona State University’s archaeological lab in San Juan Teotihuacán, I got to return to my first love among Mexican sites, armed with new ideas about ancient cities and urban life. But after just a few years of work, I began to see Teotihuacán in a very different light.

Compared with the Aztec sites I have studied, Teotihuacán seems very strange, and not just because of its huge size (100,000 people, living in an area of close to 20 square kilometers). For one, it’s the only pre-modern Mexican city completely planned with a grid layout. For another, its residents lived in a form of housing—apartmentlike multifamily compounds with white lime-plaster floors, ornamented roofs, and porches—remarkably spacious and luxurious for the ancient world. These complexes are key to the conclusion of many researchers, including myself, that the city’s residents lived far more economically equal lives than any other known Mesoamerican society.

These new insights into Teotihuacán have come thanks to extensive fieldwork on the site. This includes decades of study from archaeologists excavating the pyramids and apartment compounds, who have helped to more fully reconstruct the architecture of the long-abandoned city and unearthed artifacts that are giving us clues about the lives of the people who inhabited it. It also includes work from anthropologists like René Millon and George Cowgill, who mapped the entire city and took more than 5,000 collections of artifacts from the surface of the ground. These materials are now stored in the lab I direct, where they are being studied by archaeologists.

Map from the Teotihuacán Mapping Project, provided by Michael E. Smith.

From these labors, scientists studying the site have been able to present some remarkable theories. For one, we haven’t found any direct evidence of a king. The city’s extensive mural paintings contain no obvious images of royalty, and, to date, no one has found signs of a royal burial under the city’s pyramids. Archaeologists David Carballo at Boston University and Linda Manzanilla at the National Autonomous University of Mexico suggest that this is because Teotihuacán’s government may have been closer to a democracy than a dictatorship: It likely involved shared power, and the people may have had more say in selecting their ruler than in many ancient societies. Researchers like ASU’s Saburo Sugiyama, who works in our lab, on the other hand, think that the city’s carefully planned layout points to the work of a powerful despot whose tomb we have yet to find. However, comparative research shows that gridlike city planning can be carried out by nonautocratic societies. The ancient Greeks, for example, had grid-planned towns and democratic rule.

Other evidence, too, points to the idea that Teotihuacán society was exceptionally egalitarian. When Mexican archaeologist Laurette Séjourné first excavated one of Teotihuacán’s living compounds in the 1950s, she called it a “palace in the city of the gods.” This building—known as Zacuala—had large, spacious rooms with walls covered in colorful murals. Each living area had one or more patios open to the sky, with drains under the floors to channel rainwater out of the compound. Family members were buried in graves under the house floors, often with rich and elaborate offerings. As archaeologists unearthed more structures in the city, however, they found more and more that resembled Zacuala. Apparently, these seemingly luxurious living quarters were not reserved for the elite few, but housed thousands of residents. The Aztec commoner houses I excavated averaged only 25 square meters each (slightly smaller than two parking spaces), while a standard Teotihuacán family dwelling was over 200 square meters (about the size of a tennis court) in a compound of over 2,000 square meters (about one-third as large as the White House). Nearly everyone at Teotihuacán lived in a “palace.”

A fresco painting of a jaguar from the residential compound known as Atetelco, and living quarters in the residential compound known as Tetitla.Photos by DEA/G. DAGLI ORTI/Getty Images and Michael E. Smith.

Yes, there are a few fancier residences, surely the homes of high-society families. But if most commoners lived in these palaces, it would appear that the quality of life for average residents was quite high. The presence of luxury goods in most compounds, including items imported from throughout Mexico, further supports this idea. If this was the case, Teotihuacán may have had the most prosperous residents of any city in the ancient world. This contradicts the common stereotype that ancient peoples were impoverished and powerless.

I decided to test this notion by quantifying the level of wealth inequality at Teotihuacán. To do this, I used a method devised by a group of archaeologists I work with who determine the wealth of individual families by measuring the sizes of their houses. We then use the Gini index—a measure of wealth concentration among a population—to calculate the level of inequality and compare it to other cities and settlements.

A Gini value of 1.0 indicates that a single household controls all of the wealth, while a value of 0 means that wealth is distributed equally among all households. Inequality is quite high in many nations today: The Gini index for Mexico is 0.75, and for the U.S., it is 0.80. Ancient Old World cities like Roman Pompeii and Egyptian Kahun have Gini values of about 0.6, and Aztec cities are in the range from 0.3 to 0.4. When a student calculated an initial Gini index of 0.12 for Teotihuacán, I assumed she had made an error and asked her to check her work. How could a huge city filled with big pyramids and stone buildings be so egalitarian? This must be a student error. Then I checked it myself: The low Gini value is indeed correct. The wealth of Teotihuacán, as measured by the size of houses, was remarkably evenly distributed among the population. Though there were a few larger, fancier houses and some small huts in the mix, more than 90 percent of the city’s population lived in the “palaces” of apartment compounds.

These findings that suggest this level of egalitarianism in Teotihuacán require a radical rethinking of the nature of life and society in the ancient city. Whether they support ideas like those from Manzanilla and Carballo that propose the government of the city was more collective than autocratic remains a topic of discussion. But the discoveries do suggest that it was possible for civilizations to create large and prosperous cities—in this case, one that flourished for five centuries—without the presence of a large underclass of poor, disenfranchised people.

How did the Teotihuacános accomplish this? Can we draw lessons from them for our cities today? We’re too early in our studies to draw definitive conclusions, but it’s possible that the city’s wealth from trading and other economic activity was spread throughout a population that lacked or even actively suppressed strong social class distinctions, and that some of that wealth went into providing quality housing for most residents. But further research should yield insights about urban life that will transcend the divide between ancient and modern cities—and may make the millions who visit Teotihuacán every year, and the rest of us, rethink what life in a city could look like.

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Le riprese per la serie tv “Maradona, sueno bendito”, sono finalmente approdate in Italia, per la precisione nella città che ha visto esplodere calcisticamente l’indimenticato campione: la sua Napoli. Prodotta da Amazon, la serie tv racconta le gesta del Pibe de Oro negli anni in cui era al culmine della sua carriera, tra vittorie, amori e vita mondana. I camper con la troupe e gli attori hanno fatto base in via Generale Orsini, alle spalle di via Partenope, non lontana dal lungomare di via Caracciolo dove pare siano in questo momento. Fonte: iStock Quaranta giorni per ripercorrere la vita di Diego e i luoghi del capoluogo campano che hanno fatto in qualche modo la storia del calcio italiano e della movida Anni ’90: da Posillipo a Soccavo, da Fuorigrotta ai Decumani. I centri sportivi, la casa dove Maradona ha abitato in Via Scipione Capece, i ristoranti e le strade percorse con la sua Ferrari di notte, quando Napoli risplendeva tra i suoi amori sfuggenti.E poi lo stadio, la sua prima casa, la scena calcata per ogni partita vinta: il San Paolo, chiamato prima del Sole, che sorge nel quartiere di Fuorigrotta ed è il principale impianto polisportivo della città e ancora oggi sede delle partite interne della SSC Napoli. Ma ci saranno riprese anche per la parte della sua vita disordinata, con le sue frequentazioni borderline a Forcella e forse anche in quella zona di Soccavo tra palazzine, orti e auto sempre in sosta, dove il Napoli di allenava e che oggi è solo un ricordo con una scritta importante “il calcio è del popolo”: un rudere chiuso dietro a un cancello azzurro, che ha segnato davvero la storia del calcio napoletano. Fonte: iStock Tappa imperdibile, anche per i fan de “la mano de Dios”, è il Virgilio, il centro sportivo di Gianni Improta, dove Maradona andava a tirare calci al pallone come un bambino: si trova in via Lucrezio Caro e ancora oggi è un vessillo dell’epoca maradoniana. Ciro Fummo di Ciro a Mergellina resta uno dei pochi ristoranti ancora “vivi”, dove si sedeva a mangiare spesso con tutta la famiglia e si faceva fotografare con i fan, regalando autografi e sorrisi. La sua casa, quella che si affaccia su Mergellina a Posillipo, una palazzina di due livelli, è ancora lì nello stesso posto: al piano rialzato vive ancora il padre di un “tale” Ciro Ferrara, per anni vicino di Diego e collega in campo (per i pochissimi che non lo sanno). Nei due appartamenti riuniti del campione ora ci sono i proprietari e nessun ricordo suo. Situato su una collina verdeggiante, Posillipo è una bellissima area residenziale nota per la sua eleganza e la raffinatezza dei ristoranti con specialità di pesce e i cocktail bar. Piccole spiagge punteggiano la costa e le terrazze del Parco Virgiliano offrono la vista sul Golfo di Napoli. Nelle vicinanze si trova il Parco archeologico di Posillipo, con le rovine di una villa romana e di un anfiteatro. È qui che aveva la base Diego: un via vai tra familiari e amici in perenne movimento. Manca un luogo importante all’appello della storia di quella Napoli calcistica fatta anche di eccessi: l’hotel paradiso in via Catullo, dove le cronache, il gossip e la leggenda hanno presa vita, mentre tra i Quartieri Spagnoli e Spaccanapoli, c’è l’imbarazzo della scelta tra i murales e i ricordi ancora vividi. Le prime riprese della serie sono partite a inizio anno nel quartiere Villa Devoto a Buenos Aires, per poi spostarsi in Messico e in Spagna, a Barcellona e Siviglia, città dove Maradona è cresciuto e si è formato nei club prima di approdare al Napoli di Corrado Ferlaino. Il cast è composto per lo più da attori argentini, in particolar modo tre saranno gli attori per interpretare il calciatore: Nicolas Goldshmidt, Nazareno Casero e Juan Palomino. Dall’infanzia di bimbo prodigio nei quartieri poveri di Buenos Aires, fino ai trionfi sportivi nei grandi club calcistici europei: gli anni passano, la memoria dei luoghi resta. E Napoli è ancora più bella di allora. Fonte: iStock https://ift.tt/31dqaE2 Napoli: le location della fiction su Maradona Le riprese per la serie tv “Maradona, sueno bendito”, sono finalmente approdate in Italia, per la precisione nella città che ha visto esplodere calcisticamente l’indimenticato campione: la sua Napoli. Prodotta da Amazon, la serie tv racconta le gesta del Pibe de Oro negli anni in cui era al culmine della sua carriera, tra vittorie, amori e vita mondana. I camper con la troupe e gli attori hanno fatto base in via Generale Orsini, alle spalle di via Partenope, non lontana dal lungomare di via Caracciolo dove pare siano in questo momento. Fonte: iStock Quaranta giorni per ripercorrere la vita di Diego e i luoghi del capoluogo campano che hanno fatto in qualche modo la storia del calcio italiano e della movida Anni ’90: da Posillipo a Soccavo, da Fuorigrotta ai Decumani. I centri sportivi, la casa dove Maradona ha abitato in Via Scipione Capece, i ristoranti e le strade percorse con la sua Ferrari di notte, quando Napoli risplendeva tra i suoi amori sfuggenti.E poi lo stadio, la sua prima casa, la scena calcata per ogni partita vinta: il San Paolo, chiamato prima del Sole, che sorge nel quartiere di Fuorigrotta ed è il principale impianto polisportivo della città e ancora oggi sede delle partite interne della SSC Napoli. Ma ci saranno riprese anche per la parte della sua vita disordinata, con le sue frequentazioni borderline a Forcella e forse anche in quella zona di Soccavo tra palazzine, orti e auto sempre in sosta, dove il Napoli di allenava e che oggi è solo un ricordo con una scritta importante “il calcio è del popolo”: un rudere chiuso dietro a un cancello azzurro, che ha segnato davvero la storia del calcio napoletano. Fonte: iStock Tappa imperdibile, anche per i fan de “la mano de Dios”, è il Virgilio, il centro sportivo di Gianni Improta, dove Maradona andava a tirare calci al pallone come un bambino: si trova in via Lucrezio Caro e ancora oggi è un vessillo dell’epoca maradoniana. Ciro Fummo di Ciro a Mergellina resta uno dei pochi ristoranti ancora “vivi”, dove si sedeva a mangiare spesso con tutta la famiglia e si faceva fotografare con i fan, regalando autografi e sorrisi. La sua casa, quella che si affaccia su Mergellina a Posillipo, una palazzina di due livelli, è ancora lì nello stesso posto: al piano rialzato vive ancora il padre di un “tale” Ciro Ferrara, per anni vicino di Diego e collega in campo (per i pochissimi che non lo sanno). Nei due appartamenti riuniti del campione ora ci sono i proprietari e nessun ricordo suo. Situato su una collina verdeggiante, Posillipo è una bellissima area residenziale nota per la sua eleganza e la raffinatezza dei ristoranti con specialità di pesce e i cocktail bar. Piccole spiagge punteggiano la costa e le terrazze del Parco Virgiliano offrono la vista sul Golfo di Napoli. Nelle vicinanze si trova il Parco archeologico di Posillipo, con le rovine di una villa romana e di un anfiteatro. È qui che aveva la base Diego: un via vai tra familiari e amici in perenne movimento. Manca un luogo importante all’appello della storia di quella Napoli calcistica fatta anche di eccessi: l’hotel paradiso in via Catullo, dove le cronache, il gossip e la leggenda hanno presa vita, mentre tra i Quartieri Spagnoli e Spaccanapoli, c’è l’imbarazzo della scelta tra i murales e i ricordi ancora vividi. Le prime riprese della serie sono partite a inizio anno nel quartiere Villa Devoto a Buenos Aires, per poi spostarsi in Messico e in Spagna, a Barcellona e Siviglia, città dove Maradona è cresciuto e si è formato nei club prima di approdare al Napoli di Corrado Ferlaino. Il cast è composto per lo più da attori argentini, in particolar modo tre saranno gli attori per interpretare il calciatore: Nicolas Goldshmidt, Nazareno Casero e Juan Palomino. Dall’infanzia di bimbo prodigio nei quartieri poveri di Buenos Aires, fino ai trionfi sportivi nei grandi club calcistici europei: gli anni passano, la memoria dei luoghi resta. E Napoli è ancora più bella di allora. Fonte: iStock “Maradona, sueno bendito” arriva a Napoli: 40 giorni di riprese per ripercorre i luoghi cult di Diego Armando Maradona tra calcio, vita mondana e gossip.

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La agrupación está trabajando para incorporar Colón a su red provincial. Por: Marianela Tabbia (De nuestra redacción)

Jóvenes de 14 años en adelante hablan de política, se involucran y reúnen por un mismo fin. Pertenecen a distintas escuelas secundarias de Colonia Caroya y Jesús María pero -una vez en este espacio- dejan de lado rótulos, uniformes y diferencias. 

Para conocer cómo funciona la UES, tales son sus siglas, Yasmín Soraire, Maitena Chiappero, Kiara Ortis, Adrián Villareal, Victoria Vallejos y Micael Osán narraron sus vivencias. Hoy, vienen dando los primeros pasos para conformarse formalmente en el departamento tomando como epicentro a Jesús María. Para ello, recorren los pasillos de los centros educativos para difundir su propuesta.

Como primera actividad, organizaron la campaña solidaria ‘Un abrigo, un abrazo’ cuyo objetivo es reunir ropa de invierno para familias carencientes en cuatro barrios de la zona. Hasta el 25 de junio habrá tiempo de colaborar, llevando todas las donaciones a La Usina que será el punto de recepción.

Un largo camino

A principios de la década de 1950, durante el segundo gobierno de Juan Domingo Perón surgió la Unión de Estudiantes Secundarios. Durante esos años de conmoción social, aquellos jóvenes llevaron adelante diversas intervenciones buscando expresar demandas a nivel educativo y sus miradas respecto de la realidad.

La Noche de los Lápices fue un hito histórico para la organización y otras agrupaciones estudiantiles que vieron como sus miembros fueron secuestrados y desaparecidos durante la jornada del 17 de septiembre de 1976. 

Pasaron años desde esa noche trágica, pero el recuerdo sigue presente. En la actualidad, la UES tiene por lema ‘los lápices siguen escribiendo la historia’. Los jóvenes que, hoy, integran la agrupación no son ajenos a ese pasado doloroso. 

“Personalmente cada vez que voy a militar a una marcha o a alguna actividad de la UES siempre tengo presentes a esos 30 mil compañeros porque si no fuera por ellos, la realidad que vivimos hoy no sería la misma. Tenerlos presentes es un forma de darle valor y significado a su lucha”, explicó Micael. 

Por su parte, Adrián relató una experiencia que aún lo conmueve: “Me pasó en la marcha del 24 de marzo que, durante una parada que hubo, me agarraron dos señores y me dijeron algo que me tocó muy a fondo porque hace varios años que milito en la UES. Siento mucho orgullo de militar en esta organización. Me dijeron ‘mi señora y yo militábamos para esta organización y fuimos unos de los desparecidos durante la Noche de los Lápices’. Se me empezaron a llenar los ojos de lágrimas y no me salió otra cosa que decirles que estaba muy orgulloso de ellos”. 

Jóvenes y política 

El espacio tardó en constituirse nuevamente hasta que lo logró a nivel provincial en 2010. Allí, se sentaron las bases de trabajo según dos lineamientos principales: ser laicos y apartidarios. 

“No representamos ni hacemos marchas para ningún partido político, queremos que todos los estudiantes tenga una educación política estudiantil adecuada. Que sea sana, libre y que los chicos puedan debatir cualquier postura”, aseguró Yasmín. 

Su par, Victoria Vallejos, sumó: “Es una organización hermosa porque conocemos un montón de personas similares a nosotros, están en el mismo ámbito y buscan las mismas cosas. Conectas mucho con otra gente y te abre la mente, te ayudan en cosas que sirven para la vida. Fui a la marcha y vi gente que piensa distinto tratando de lograr algo juntos”. 

Para finalizar, Micael retomó la palabra y sintetizó cómo analiza su participación: “Cuando me pongo la remera de la UES dejo de ser de un partido y me pongo la camiseta de ser un estudiante de Córdoba que lucha para que sus derechos no sean vulnerados y por una educación de calidad. Para mí, los jóvenes y la política tienen una estrecha relación y cada vez crece más. Tal vez, hago política, pero no sé que la estoy haciendo. Lo que faltaría es más información sobre eso”. 

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Assejazz: programación marzo 2019 (Sevilla) [Noticias]

Assejazz: programación marzo 2019 (Sevilla) [Noticias]

Por Redacción.

Programación Marzo 2019 Assejazz. Sevilla

Jazz & Clubs Jueves, 7 de marzo 2019 Javier Ortí / Mikkel Ploug Quartet Con Javier Orti, Mikkel Ploug, Joan Masana, Martin Andersen Sala Juan de Mairena (Espacio Turina) Hora: 21:00

Jueves, 14 de marzo 2019 Andalucía Big Band con Duccio Bertini & Susana Sheiman Sala Silvio (Espacio Turina) Hora: 21:00

Jueves, 21 de marzo 2019 Antonio…

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Les mots et la réalité (La chronique de José Fort)

Vous n’avez pas pu échapper ces derniers jours au matraquage médiatique à propos de la prétendue « communauté internationale », la « démocratie », la « générosité��» et le « terrorisme ».

 Communauté internationale ?

  Mais que fait la « communauté internationale » ? Face au spectacle chaotique du monde, cette question est reprise à l’infini par les commentateurs paresseux. Réponse: rien. Comment pourrait agir une communauté internationale qui n'existe pas ? L'expression « communauté internationale » est tellement courante, écrit Hubert Védrine, ancien ministre des Affaires étrangères, qu'elle en est presque devenue « un tic de langage dans les médias, la classe politique, les ONG et les communiqués des sommets multilatéraux… Pourtant, elle correspond bien peu à la réalité. »

Moi, je vous le dis sans détours : la dite «  communauté internationale », dans les faits, ce sont les Etats-Unis et leurs alliés.

  Démocratie ?

 Ah, combien ce mot est utilisé à longueur d’antenne. C’est quoi cette « démocratie » que Trump, les dirigeants européens et la fausse gauche française aimeraient exporter à Caracas et ailleurs ?

 Celle qui permet d’élire des dirigeants à coups de millions de dollars ou d’euros soutenus par une presse propriété de l’oligarchie, le pluralisme, dans les faits, jeté aux orties ? Celle qui en France permet d’élire un Président par défaut, 8 électeurs sur 10 n’ayant pas voté Macron ou encore celle qui a permis à Trump d’être élu par seulement 28%  des électeurs ?

Mais puisque la démocratie est proclamée et exigée avec tant d’ardeur, observons ce qui se passe dans certains des pays d’Amérique du Sud ceux qui de manière frénétique réclament le respect de la démocratie au Venezuela.

 Au Honduras, le président Juan Orlando Hernández a annoncé qu’il cherchait à obtenir un nouveau mandat aux élections de 2018. Or, la constitution du Honduras interdit à toute personne ayant été chef de l’État d’occuper à nouveau cette charge. Faut-il rappeler que le parlement du Honduras a destitué  le président Zelaya en Juin 2009 pour avoir proposé une consultation populaire sur la possibilité de changements constitutionnels ? Au Honduras, sans que cela provoque des réactions, près de 300 syndicalistes, militants de gauche et écologistes, étudiants, journalistes, et avocats ont été assassinés ces dernières années.

 Au Paraguay – autre pays promoteur de sanctions contre le Venezuela – la réélection y est aussi interdite.  Et pourtant une majorité de 25 sénateurs ont approuvé un projet d’amendement constitutionnel qui la rendrait possible. Selon le journal « La Nacion », la session durant laquelle la proposition a été adoptée a eu lieu en catimini dans un bureau pour éviter l’opposition du président du Sénat dans l’enceinte du congrès. Le même groupe a modifié le règlement interne de la chambre pour permettre que n’importe quel projet de loi soit rapidement approuvé.

 Au Brésil, plusieurs centaines de députés qui ont voté la destitution de Dilma Rousseff sont actuellement poursuivis pour corruption tout comme l’actuel Président.

 Et ce Mexique qui ose prononcer le mot «  démocratie »  alors que les violations des droits humains atteignent des sommets, que la corruption politique maintient au pouvoir des féodalités assassines.

 Et que dire de l’Argentine de Macri qui gouverne avec des décrets ignorant les lois en vigueur en manipulant la justice pour écarter les candidats dangereux comme l’ex présidente Fernández de Kirchner. Un dossier similaire à celui utilisé au Brésil pour éviter que Lula puisse être candidat en 2018.

Ce sont ces pays là qui osent parler de «  démocratie » et faire la leçon au Venezuela. 

 Enfin, que dire des Etats-Unis, défenseur à feu et à sang de « l’ordre démocratique » : les pays que ce pays a bombardé, en Irak par exemple, sont en ruine et dans le chaos absolu.

Aux Etats-Unis, le trafic d’influence est légal. Les groupes de pression des grandes sociétés sur les parlementaires sont une pratique courante. De la même façon, l’argent investi dans l’un ou l’autre candidat présidentiel détermine quel est l’aspirant le plus indiqué pour défendre les intérêts du patronat.  Et que dire aussi, des Noirs tirés à vue par la police, des manifestants antiracistes tués ou poursuivis? Ce pays a-t-il le droit de donner des leçons de «  démocratie » ?

 A propos de démocratie, je vous propose d’écouter les notaiRes chanter « Dans ma démocratie ». Ecoutons.

    Générosité ?

 Elle existe bel et bien. Mais généralement ce sont les plus humbles qui font preuve de générosité.  Un exemple parmi tant d’autres.

 Le célèbre footballeur riche à ne plus savoir qu’en faire, Léo Messi s’est marié il y a quelques semaines à Antonella Roccuzzo à Rosario en Argentine. À cette occasion, le couple avait demandé aux 260 invités, parmi lesquels figuraient de nombreuses stars de la chanson, du cinéma, des sports, de la finance et de la politique de ne pas leur faire de cadeau, mais plutôt de verser un don à une œuvre de charité, l'association Techo qui construit des hébergements d’urgence pour les défavorisés en Argentine.

 Bilan de la soirée 200 000 pesos soit seulement 9 500 € (36,50 € par invité). Une somme qui fait scandale en Argentine car jugée ridicule compte tenu du statut des invités. Le quotidien argentin « Clarin » souligne que le footballeur Gerard Pique et son épouse la chanteuse Shakira, ont dépensé ce soir-là 15 000 dollars au casino qui était spécialement réservé pour les invités de la noce.

 Terrorisme ?

 Faudra-t-il encore longtemps, comme après le carnage de Barcelone, pleurer les victimes du terrorisme? Ecrire les mêmes mots de dégoût, de colère, de tristesse? Prononcer les mêmes discours? Suivre les mêmes émissions spéciales rabâchant les mêmes infos provoquant le phénomène de mimétisme chez des déséquilibrés, comme à Marseille ce matin? Entendre des commentaires insipides? Organiser des cérémonies sans lendemain?

Combattre les intégristes assassins, les mettre hors d'état de nuire est une priorité. Mais est-ce seulement ainsi qu'il faut agir? Les seuls Etats-Unis ont dépensé 17 milliards de dollars en bombardements et actions militaires diverses dans la région au titre de combats entre les djihadistes. Combien les Européens? Pour quel résultat? Ces sommes colossales n'aurait-elles pas été mieux utilisées pour l'��ducation, la santé et la sécurité des populations asséchant ainsi le terreau dont se nourrit le terrorisme ?

 Pour terminer, un peu d’optimisme avec Enfantastiques et une chanson extraite de l'album « Elle me plaît bien comme ça la France » qui contient 16 chansons sur les thèmes de la citoyenneté, la laïcité, l’éducation, la liberté d’expression... Elle est interprétée par 500 élèves d'écoles élémentaires. Ecoutons.

José Fort, Sur Radio Arts-Mada en direct tous les lundi à 19h

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This pizza sure is good.

Juan "Johnny" Ortis 2015

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