#Luciana Martini

[il-contastorie]

Il castello

Il castello. Questa filastrocca descrive un antico castello sul mare, ora in rovina. La torre e le mura rimaste invitano il narratore a cogliere i fiori, giocare e cercare il tesoro del pirata nei sotterranei. L'auto del narratore si allontana veloce, lasciando il castello dietro di sé. Atmosfera malinconica e suggestiva.

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[khronoes]

useless headcanons about assorted ocs that no one asked for but has been vibrating in my brain for some time:

baram never has anything in her fridge except copious amounts of bottled water. when someone comes over she has to buy food before they get there. when she cooks for herself, she buys groceries fresh and has a knack for buying exactly how much she needs for one meal and no more

cam has continued talking on the phone for an hour without realizing that her phone battery has died. she started on a long story with a friend and hadn't realized that her phone had died during the call and just assumed her friend was engrossed in her tales

jolene has taken multiple stray animals home, before beginning at her vet clinic, nursed them back to health before releasing them back into the wild (she has also had to go to the doctor because of a rabies scare before...was actually cat scratch disease...)

luciana's go to and now ironically favourite drink is an espresso martini. she only started drinking it publicly when her pr team wanted her to date timothee chalamet and were trying to draw similar interests between the two

som has no other symptoms of dyscalculia but for some reason cannot count backwards. his mentor's have guessed that it has something to do with his abilities to "turn back time" and erase memories and this own brain protecting himself from accidentally doing it to himself

nirav has been accused of cheating and got himself a nasty reputation for it when he was in his teens because of his naturally flirtatious and charming attitude. in actuality he thought he was just being nice to two girls who obviously liked him, he has learned since then...

[ulkaralakbarova]

A young man returns from Rome to his sister’s satanic New York apartment house. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Mark Elliot: Leigh McCloskey Rose Elliot: Irene Miracle Sara: Eleonora Giorgi Elise Stallone Van Adler: Daria Nicolodi Kazanian: Sacha Pitoëff Carol: Alida Valli Nurse: Veronica Lazăr Carlo: Gabriele Lavia Professor Arnold / Dr. Varelli: Feodor Chaliapin Jr. John, the Butler: Leopoldo Mastelloni Musical Student: Ania Pieroni Cook: James Fleetwood Man: Rosario Rigutini Shadow: Ryan Hilliard Music Teacher: Paolo Paoloni Cabdriver: Fulvio Mingozzi Bookbinder: Luigi Lodoli Old Man: Rodolfo Lodi Narrator (voice) (uncredited): Dario Argento Burning Building Cop (uncredited): Ettore Martini Tenant in New York Building (uncredited): Corinne Dunne Tenant in New York Building (uncredited): Filippo Perego Film Crew: Story: Dario Argento Producer: Salvatore Argento Producer: Claudio Argento Music Arranger: Keith Emerson Second Unit Director: Mario Bava Art Direction: Giuseppe Bassan Camera Operator: Idelmo Simonelli Director of Photography: Romano Albani Costume Design: Massimo Lentini Set Decoration: Maurizio Garrone Set Decoration: Francesco Cuppini Special Effects: Germano Natali Hairstylist: Giancarlo De Leonardis Still Photographer: Francesco Bellomo Script Supervisor: Serena Canevari Hairstylist: Luciana Maria Costanzi Makeup Artist: Pierantonio Mecacci Sound Effects Editor: Attilio Gizzi Gaffer: Alberto Altibrandi Editor: Franco Fraticelli Sound Engineer: Franco Groppioni Assistant Director: Lamberto Bava Production Manager: Angelo Jacono Sound Effects: Luciano Anzellotti Production Assistant: Saverio Mangogna Music Arranger: Godfrey Salmon Production Assistant: Michela Prodan Boom Operator: Giancarlo Laurenzi Executive Producer: Guglielmo Garroni Sound Effects: Massimo Anzellotti Production Assistant: Anna Maria Galvinelli Second Assistant Director: Andrea Piazzesi Unit Manager: Cesare Jacolucci Production Manager: Andrew W. Garroni Administration: Solly V. Bianco Key Grip: Agostino Pascarella Sound Mixer: Romano Pampaloni Underwater Camera: Gianlorenzo Battaglia Movie Reviews:

[legole45]

Veronica Santiago Martini is the girlfriend of Richard Loud III, and an Italian-American cousin of Bobby and Ronnie Anne Santiago. She is also the granddaughter of Mafia boss Anthony Martini from Utrecht City. Her siblings are Johnny Jr., Alba, Chris, and Roxanne Martini. This makes her half-Italian and half-Mexican, and her paternal ancestors emigrated from Agrigento, Sicily. Born in Royal Woods to wealthy agriculture tycoon John Martini, and Doctor Luciana Martini, as their oldest daughter and 4th child, she met Richard in kindergarten. As time passed, she developed a crush on Richard, and seduced him with her charm.

Like Richard, Vera also enjoys playing sports, and practicing martial arts. She also has an interest in fashion, pop music, rock music, rap music, classical music, and opera.

[purple-reign18]

ヴェネツィア組 by うるりひ

[lucianavulpe]

Location: Mother at the Embassy of all places Person: Baby @seraphiimx​

The club is a lot louder than she had thought it would be, but that opinion didn’t correlate to the music. It’s just a lot at once but she takes in the Christmas lights, the remixes of classic songs that seem to be playing over the speakers, and she can’t help but be amused. It’s not quite the place that she expected and yet that’s what she expects of Angel. Seating herself at the bar and leaning over to talk to the bartender over the music, she asks for the owner, explains she’s a relative and then sits back to cross her leg at the ankle. There’s some kind of festive martini placed in front of her garnished with red and green sugar and she smiles but when Angel steps out from the hall behind the bar, her grin actually makes her face hurt. It’d been years, a decade maybe? Sometimes she thinks that the only time she really keeps is how long each of her marriages last. Regardless, it’s been a while she slides off the bar stool to immediately move to fawn over him, her hands touching his shoulders, his face. “Look at you!” The same, but different. They were all like that, Luciana thought, forever frozen in time but it was in the eyes, she thought. “A business man.”

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue December 1959 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Left: Veneziani's new maneuver with a black fissure a marvelous skirt spiral with biased implications; a severe but not demanding neckline. Copied by Martini.

Right: Fabiani swings a fringed petticoat under a large white satin bell formed by a wide rosette belt. Luciana's jewelry - huge, exciting.

Photographed in Rome at the Palazzo Ruspoli.

À gauche : la nouvelle manœuvre de Veneziani avec une faille noire une merveilleuse spirale de jupe avec des implications biaisées ; un décolleté sévère mais pas exigeant. Copié par Martini.

À droite : Fabiani balance un jupon à franges sous une grande cloche de satin blanc formée par une large ceinture à rosace. Les bijoux de Luciana - énormes, excitants.

Photographiée à Rome au Palazzo Ruspoli.

Photo Wanda Gawronska vogue archive

[lucianasbentley]

She smirked at him. "Apology accepted." Luciana smiled and placed her jacket on the stool next to her out of the way. Her eyes met his again as they were given the drinks. "A dirty martini, is definitely good as long as it's gin, not vodka. A margarita at times, especially a a spicy one." She slid him his shot. "But Jack own my heart. Though, it is looking for a new owner." She winked at him and shifted her body a little closer. "You know, I never found pinching able to do that trick. Biting may be better." Lucy smirked and raised her shot glass after shaking his hand. "Well, Dean, cheers." She said before clinking their glasses together and downing her shot.

Dean's smile grew as she started talking, she was witty and he liked that. "You know what, you're right I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed" he said, watching her order the shots for them and her beer. "You got to at least tell me if I was close with those drinks, though" With every sentence she said, he was getting more and more attracted to her. "Luciana, I'm going to ask you to pinch me because I'm not convinced that I'm not dreaming right now" he said, shaking her hand. "I'm Dean, it is very nice to meet you"

[beatricebidelaire]

idk how logical this would sound (probably not very, it’s past 1am here) but the reason i think jacques smokes is because esme doesn’t smoke

(or, accurately, to quote her from tss: “I love cigarettes, but I prefer to smoke them with a long holder because I don't like the smell or taste and because they're very bad for you.”)

was thinking of how DH associated wine with olaf a lot and for a moment it would seem like he wanted to associate villains with alcohol but also esme is noted to be drinking nonalcoholic aqueous martini in tee but then jacques is seen requesting a brandy in tua (btw bertrand also has a brandy bottle as mentioned in tbb) and i like the, esme, who handler portrayed as a villain, not being associated with the food/drink the other villains (olaf) is associated with, in which case alcohol, but jacques on the other hand is, albeit a different kind. and then thinking about how the sinister duo offered her a cigarette and said she’d probably enjoy it, but then she said does love that it’s in, so that’s why she still smokes it but usually holds it at a distance because she doesn’t like the smell or taste and thinks it’s bad.

in the case of cigarettes here it’s also seen associated with other villains (the sinister duo) (if we want to count sir then that’s another one) but not with esme (although in this case the cigarettes are in, unlike alcohol which wasn’t in) so my mind somehow just went like, following some kind of implicit logic my mind just keep telling me that: hmmm jacques probably smokes, this makes a certain parallel somewhere

jacques vs esme is always very interesting to me like, not just those above things but also the fact that jacques tried to warn jerome from esme, tried to stop him marrying her, vs esme successfully married jerome, even if she didn’t love him. and also the fact that jacques canonically held the position of daily punctilio’s editor, and admittedly people trying to convince eleanora poe about what’s “in” at the moment implying daily punctilio gets a lot of say in what’s “in” is just netflix!canon, but if we go with that the fashion editor of DP definitely got quite some influences on that, and considering how much esme was obsessed with fashion and being in, that’s just, very interesting all around.

and also the animosity esme had for jacques ....

“Oh, Baudelaires,” he said, “I am so relieved to see that you are alive. Your parents –”  “That’s enough out of you,” Officer Luciana said, clasping her white-gloved hand over Jacques’s mouth. - tvv

Esme and I are happily married and living in the penthouse apartment you begged me to buy and never, ever sell. Perhaps you can explain why if you come and visit us. She says that she can’t wait to meet you so she can finally give you what you deserve. I assume she means a present of some kind. - tua

anyway i love their dynamics it’s fascinating. like it’s not a romance nor a friendship i just like them being enemies and competing over the same thing and both fashionable in their own way and detesting the other’s fashion at the same time and also esme married the love of jacques’ life, probably

[il-contastorie]

La nonna

La nonna. Questa filastrocca esprime un desiderio affettuoso di avere una nonna speciale, che possa condividere momenti gioiosi e dolci insieme al bambino. Descrive una nonna senza preoccupazioni, che offre dolcetti e storie incantevoli, creando un'atmosfera di calma e affetto. È una lirica tenera che riflette il desiderio di un legame speciale con una nonna amorevole.

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[crimsoncityhq]

                                                       PART II

The Crimson City has taken new shape as The Emerald City, and the booze pours like water. Of course, anyone with foresight will know even a Saint Patrick’s Day celebration can’t go untouched by at least one of the families. The drinks have made their rounds, whether that’s lounged at the bar or courtesy of the green and orange clad waiters delivering martinis on a tray. Everyone found their way to their favorite attraction—more like staggered to their favorite attraction—when the heat pooled at their toes, licked its way up their ankles. Before they knew it, their entire bodies were consumed in heat, reddening their cheeks like a sunburn in the middle of Chicago’s burning summer. 

It clicked just a little too late that they had been dosed, and the rage set in before common sense. Something erupted in the crowd, volcanic and angry, and the fights broke out like they were on a schedule. It was chaos; chaos that couldn’t be contained by the police guards eyeing the perimeter to prevent an event like last time. Civilians and family members alike, everyone present, began to lose their grip on reality. Attachments were lost in the wildfire of it all, and those who looked like friends morphed into something to be feared. 

The O’Shea creation, BUA, and its side effects come from equal parts LSD, methamphetamines, and cocaine, all without the floating euphoria of feeling high. It’s very capable of killing, even in small doses, and even with the likelihood that you’ll survive, the drug leaves its traces on your brain for weeks after ingestion. BUA comes in all forms, and it can be injected, snorted, and smoked, depending on the vehicle of delivery. BUA is incredibly addictive, and it’s hard enough to get a hold of that anyone who ingests the drug will deal with the aftermath of withdrawals. 

Your character, for the time being, is under the influence of BUA, meaning they may act out of character and violent toward their surroundings. That includes friends, enemies, and strangers. 

Part II will run from March 20th through March 23rd. For this event, we’ll be throwing characters into groups, so they may interact with whoever they’re teamed up with. You can find all of your assigned groups below. If your character is not included, please feel free to reach out to the admins, and we’ll find a place for your muse. Also please note that your character could have been drugged by drinking any drink or eating any food.  

SHORT-TERM SIDE EFFECTS (2-3 HOURS): 

Rapid breathing

Increased sweating (typically with accompanying chills)

Pin-sized pupils

Skin redness

Hallucinations 

Extreme agitation

Violent tendencies

Obsessive tendencies

Spiking energy and heart rate

Memory loss/lack of attachment

Death

LONG TERM SIDE EFFECTS (1-2 WEEKS)

Night terrors

Fever

Increased sweating (typically with accompanying chills)

Mood swings (ranging from violent outbursts to extreme depression)

Spiking heart rate

Lethargy

Muscle pain

Paranoia

Nausea

Mental confusion

Excessive hunger or craving

Death

O’SHEA ESTABLISHED GROUPS 

FAUST MANOR - Liam O’Shea (Leader), Aurora O’Shea, Chester O’Shea, Harley Kincaid, Holden Mercer, Ingrid Vasile, Levi Bohani, Ophelia O’Shea, Richie O’Shea, Sammy O’Shea, Ivy Ivashkov, Mateo Jiminez VASILE MANOR - Freyja O’Shea (Leader), Audrey Rousseau, Cecilia Cavendish, Charlie O’ Donoghue, Davut Demir, Dawn Montgomery, Frankie Underwood, Saoirse O’Shea, Seth Graves, Arielle Hernandez, Dylan Calluso

GROUPS AT NAVY PIER :

CENTENNIAL WHEEL - Axel Reyes, Calliope Lane, Dominique Capra, Esmerey Demir, Hana Faust, Jesse Valencia, Salvadore Leon, Titus Lei, Zane Washington, Lorenzo Cavalli, Leslie Galahad

DINNER CRUISE (Spirit of Chicago ship)- Autumn Dawson, Chaeyoung Moon, Clara Davila, Eli Vogel, Helena Maxey, Laurenne Auxier, Nathan Andersen, Raven Ward-Vasile, Val Price, Zyra Gilmore, Amelia O’Shea

MIRROR MAZE- Amara Ricci, Bas Meyers, Dante Pierce, Edgar Ortega, Juno Song, Luciana Marquez, Nikolai Zima, Safiye Demir, Vanessa Keer, Zoe Washington, Nolan Willougby, Fatima Morales

BILLY GOAT TAVERN- Asli Demir, Audric Noire, Constansia Fournier, Evan Montague, Joey O’Shea, Max Wolfe, Phillip Daphne, Thomas Artyomov, Zion Washington, Helle Mae

HARRY CARAY’S - Barnaby Eaton, Blue Daniels, Christian Yi, Edith Cohen, Griffin Dyer, Lawrence Dupree, Mikhail Morosov, Poppy Levenberg, Teddy Cohen, Percy De Luca, Milo Arrington

CRYSTAL GARDENS- Birdie Mendoza, Daniel Faust, Darcy Faust, Erin Cerci, Joel Maddison, Maeve O’Connell, Monika Adler, Rosalia Leon, Veronica Pierce, Xavier Harris, Jules Leon, Lennon Novak

FERRY RIDE- Alexander Washington, Caroline Shephard, Easton Diaz, Effie Faust, Jace Dubois, Lev Vasile, Oskar Alma, River O’Shea, Vasilisa Vorobyeva, Walter Vasile, Sebastian Lopez, Elena Caines

TALL SHIP WINDY- Andrew Whittmore, Alon McCarthy, Demetria Krovopuskov, Genevieve Bisset, Joseph Do, Letitia Valentine, Oliver Faust, Rosalie Halliday, Vitomir Kipriyanov, Ximena Vasile, Francis Belle

OFFSHORE ROOFTOP & BAR - Andrea Reed, Cassidy Faust, Dahlia Cavalli, Jackson Marston, Marcel Washington, Matthew Tyler, Micah Ransone, Rahi Kumar, Viktor Ivanov, Wynter Ellis, Gang Eun-Young, Stella Bianchi

MILLER LITE BEER GARDEN- Aria O’Shea, Blake Faust, David Sharpe, Eva Clarke, Isabel Faust, Mathias Attano, Nova Deveraux, Sloan Washington, Tristan Deering, Rafferty Donoghue, Gloria Garza

END OF THE PIER- Caleb Duval, Chance Hamilton, Giovanni Rossi, Irina Koshkin, Juliet Leon, Katarina Vasile, Peyton Bridges, Sasha Vasile, Violet Madden, Melissa Woods

WEST PARKING GARAGE-Atticus Mercer, Blair Faust, Dominic Murphy, Evvie Martin, Jamie Rowe, Natalia Baskin, Toby Hayes, Silas Belmont, Tatiana Blanter, Vivian Sinclair, Thiago Caines

[paoloxl]

Processo per l’omicidio di Stefano Cucchi: indagato un ufficiale dei carabinieri, all’epoca comandante della compagnia Talenti-Montesacro

Nel giorno del nono anniversario della morte di Stefano Cucchi dalla procura di Roma è arrivata la notizia del primo ufficiale dei carabinieri indagato per il depistaggio delle violenze subite nella notte tra il 15 e il 16 ottobre 2009 dal 31enne romano mentre veniva arrestato per spaccio. È il tenente colonnello Luciano Soligo, allora comandante della compagnia Talenti Montesacro dalla quale dipendeva la stazione di Tor Sapienza dove Cucchi è stato portato per il fotosegnalamento, già dolorante e pieno di evidenti segni sul viso e sul corpo, senza che le sue condizioni di salute comparissero poi sui verbali. In questo senso arrivò infatti un «ordine gerarchico», secondo quanto testimoniato durante il processo bis dal carabiniere scelto Francesco Di Sano che il 17 aprile scorso ha ammesso di aver dovuto ritoccare il rapporto stilato quella sera.

IL MAGGIORE SOLIGO si aggiunge alla lista dei militari accusati di falso ideologico per effetto del nuovo filone di inchiesta integrativa al processo bis avviata nel giugno scorso: oltre a Di Sano, risultano indagati il luogotenente Massimiliano Colombo Labriola, allora comandante della Stazione Tor Sapienza, e tre dei cinque imputati, il maresciallo Roberto Mandolini, allora a capo dello stazione Appia, Vincenzo Nicolardi e Francesco Tedesco, il carabiniere che ha accusato del pestaggio i suoi due colleghi e co-imputati Alessio Di Bernardo e Raffaele D’Alessandro. Questo secondo filone di inchiesta ha trovato riscontri proprio nella denuncia depositata nel giugno scorso da Tedesco nella quale, tra le altre cose, il carabiniere riferiva la scomparsa dell’annotazione di servizio con la quale il 22 ottobre 2009, appena appresa la morte di Cucchi, aveva deciso di denunciare quanto avvenuto la notte dell’arresto.

A tirare in ballo il primo ufficiale dell’Arma coinvolto in questa storia, il tenente colonnello Soligo, sarebbe stato il luogotenente Colombo Labriola ascoltato il 18 ottobre scorso per oltre sette ore dai magistrati a Piazzale Clodio e il cui interrogatorio è stato secretato dalla procura.

Ma il pm romano Giovanni Musarò sta cercando di risalire ulteriormente la scala gerarchica dell’Arma per appurare fin dove è arrivata la connivenza con il depistaggio, e quale limite abbiano trovato all’interno del Corpo dei carabinieri le «mele marce» che tentarono di insabbiare le torture subite da Stefano Cucchi. La procura però ha smentito che tra gli indagati ci siano tutti coloro che, secondo un articolo apparso ieri su Repubblica, coprirono le operazioni di insabbiamento con una riunione svoltasi il 30 ottobre 2009 «negli uffici del generale di brigata e allora comandante provinciale di Roma Vittorio Tomasone (oggi generale di corpo d’armata e comandante interregionale dei Carabinieri “Ogaden” di Napoli con competenza su Campania, Puglia, Basilicata, Abruzzo e Molise)». Riunione di cui, secondo Repubblica, non esiste verbale. E che si rese necessaria per costruire «una narrazione in grado di imputare i segni di quella violenza alla magrezza costituzionale del “tossico”, alla sua epilessia».

OLTRE A TOMASONI – scrive Carlo Bonini – quel giorno c’erano i già citati marescialli Mandolini e Colombo Labriola, «l’allora comandante del Gruppo Roma, il colonnello Alessandro Casarsa (oggi comandante del reggimento corazzieri del Quirinale) e i due ufficiali che a lui gerarchicamente erano sotto-ordinati quali comandanti di compagnia: il maggiore Luciano Soligo e il maggiore Paolo Unali (allora comandante della Compagnia Casilina)». Tomasone, Cararsa e Unali, che non risulterebbero tra gli indagati, verranno sentiti invece come testimoni in una delle prossime udienze – probabilmente a gennaio – del processo che si tiene davanti alla Prima Corte d’Assise.

Una notizia che è stata accolta con «rabbia, dolore ed amarezza» da Ilaria Cucchi che nei giorni scorsi ha riferito di avere paura per l’impennata di insulti e minacce (mai perseguitati e puniti) che si registra negli ultimi giorni sui social, «soprattutto da parte di simpatizzanti della Lega». «Falsi ordinati per far dire ai medici legali dei magistrati che mio fratello era morto di suo, che era solo caduto ed in fin dei conti non si era fatto niente. Era morto solo ed esclusivamente per colpa sua e nostra», scrive la sorella della vittima su Fb aggiungendo che avrebbe voluto l’Arma dei Carabinieri al loro fianco. «Ma ho negli occhi lo sguardo del suo Comandante a lungo fisso su quelli di Fabio (l’avvocato Anselmo, durante l’incontro con la ministra Trenta, ndr). Come quando ci si sfida a chi abbassa prima lo sguardo. Non è ancora finita questa storia dove una normale famiglia Italiana viene stritolata da uomini delle istituzioni ma reagisce e resiste per nove anni senza mai perdere fiducia in esse».

ALLA LUCE DI QUESTE ultime notizie, e man mano che si annullano le possibilità di negare il coinvolgimento dell’Arma nella morte di Stefano Cucchi, anche il ministro degli Interni Matteo Salvini si è schierato contro gli hater: «I leghisti non minacciano e non sono violenti – ha affermato sorvolando sulle offese scritte sul Fb dalla vicesindaca leghista di Venezia, Luciana Colle – Nessuna tolleranza per chi insulta e augura la morte. Invito Ilaria Cucchi e i suoi familiari non solo a denunciare, ma a venirmi a trovare al Ministero».

Eleonora Martini

da il manifesto

[ricofog23]

               Luciana olha para a irmã a arrumar a cama ao canto daquele quarto para as crianças, são 2 camas de casal e duas beliches, ali dormem 7 pessoas, no outro quarto dorme Lourival e Glads em duas camas de solteiro.

  - Vai dormir aqui hoje?

  - Acho que não.

  - Fique por favor, vamos conversar coisas nossas.

  - Que tipo de coisas minha irmã?

  Logo ela percebe que Arlete se entrara ao mundo só dela, em passos lentos abre o velho armário e tira deste um bonecão bem antigo.

  - Veja mana, é o meu filho.

  - Sei.  Aquilo faz Luciana ter vontade de vomitar, sabe dos problemas mentais de sua irmã, que fica a maior parte nesse mundo comum, fazendo suas tarefas, recolhendo reciclados, mais uma vez por outra, principalmente quando fica perto de Luciana sofre o aciono deste gatilho que a leva a uma infância, assim permanecendo por horas e até dias.

  As lágrimas descem dos olhos de Luciana ao ver a irmã pentear o cabelos quase inexistente do boneco com um velho pente recebido de campanhas politicas nos anos 80.

  - Ela já se trancou em seu mundo.

  - Sim tia.

  Para sua surpresa Glads assiste aquilo da porta, Luciana lhe sorri e recebe um abraço.

  - Vou colocar os menores para dormir.

  - Sim, por favor.

  - Quer ficar tia?

  - Acho melhor eu ir.

  - O vô quer lhe falar.

  - Sim.

  Luciana pega a bolsa e sai deixando Glads levar um a um para suas camas, na sala, Lourival já pegara no sono e ela deixa um envelope na mão deste e sai encostando a porta atrás de si, na varanda velha já quase sem telhas ela desaba em choro sentada em um barril pequeno emborcado, logo ouve o toque de seu celular.

  - Oi.

  - Estou aqui do outro lado.

  - Onde?

  - Te vendo fazer este espetáculo de dramatização, sabe, quase derramei uma lágrima, falsa mais lágrima, digno de uma atriz perdedora hein.

  - Vá se ferrar.

  Ela sai dali fechando o portão pequeno de ferro já possuido pela ferrugem, do outro lado da rua uma SWV esta parada.

  - O que faz aqui?

  - Vim ver minha velha colega.

  - Cristiano, me leve daqui.

  - Vai, entre logo.

  Ali na suíte do apartamento de Cristiano, Luciana se entrega ao prazer com ele, ele mais jovem que ela em 20 anos mantém este caso em segredo por quase 3 anos.

  - O que faria ali sem mim?

  - Entraria em qualquer outro carro para fugir daquele hospicio que criei.

  - Por que não ficou em seu apartamento?

  - Já tentou ficar em um lugar inabitável, para mim aquele lugar se tornou isso.

  - Quando quiser, pode me devolver.

  - Cachorro.

  - É sério, posso aluga-lo, me dará uma boa renda.

  - Sei que é isso que quer, eu bem longe de você.

  - Acho que se fosse isso não teria ido a sua procura, amorzinho.

  - Canalha.

  - Vem, termine o que iniciou aqui comigo, vem.

  Ela se joga encima do homem oferecendo todos os tratos e agrados de uma mulher experiente ali, fazendo Cristiano se desmanchar no prazer.

  Terminado ali, ele sai da cama, acende um cigarro e segue para a sacada, ali vê a cidade adormecida em baixo e poucos sons de policiais e ambulâncias.

  Simone logo cedo prepara um suco de abacaxi com agrião, coloca pães de batata de doce para esquentar no micro, depois de uma ducha faz a degustação destes e bebe o suco, logo vestida para mais um dia tranca o apartamento e segue para a garagem quando dá falta de seu carro, logo ouve o buzinar.

  - Bom dia.

  - Por que pegou meu carro?

  - O certo seria um bom dia também, depois é como eu peguei seu carro, mais acho que já sabe, ficamos naquele bar de quinta, depois tomamos aquela cachaça que você comprou e terminamos naquele hotel pulguento que você tem uma grande amizade com a proprietária, ai peguei a chave reserva e pronto, aqui estou meu amor.

  - Cafajeste, cadê o seu carro, perdeu em alguma mesa de jogo por ai?

  - Acho que não lhe devo essa explicação, entra.

  Simone entra e ao passar pelo porteiro o cumprimenta, ato esse que o Dr Marcelo nunca o fez.

  - Você ama gente pobre.

  - Olha quem diz, se fez e faz as custas de trabalhadores.

  - Todos precisam de saúde, uns mais.

  - Canalha.

  - Olha, me respeite ou não te entrego essa chave viu.

  - Fique com ela, se quiser.

  - Sério?

  - Vou trocar.

  - Até parece, sabe quanto custa querida?

  Nisso toca o celular do Dr, ele atende, do outro lado Mafalda, sua mulher há 25 anos.

  - O que foi amor?

  - Cadê você?

  - Peguei carona com a Simone.

  - De novo?

  - O carro foi para a oficina.

  - E eu?

  - Ligue para o aplicativo sei lá, táxi.

  - Olhe como fala comigo, incompetente.

  - E você sua egoista.  O casal discute por telefone e logo ele desliga, Simone se perde a rir daquilo.

  - O que foi?

  - Dois velhos, brigando, o mundo realmente esta perdido.

  - Diz a miss juventude.

  - Sou muito mais nova que você, velho babão.

  Marcelo não gosta daquilo, prefere por ficar em silêncio durante o restante do percusso.

                                      08102020...............

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                    Na calçada perto do estacionamento, carro parado a beira da sarjeta, Simone beija Marcelo que desenha com as mãos o corpo da mulher, dentro do carro de aplicativo, Mafalda assiste aquilo, o motorista percebe o fato ali e fica em silêncio.

  - Podemos ir senhora?

  - Ainda não, só mais um momento.  Mafalda tira o celular da bolsa e faz fotos do casal.

  - Agora sim, por favor.

  - Sim.  O carro sai sem ser percebido pelo casal.

  Marcelo pega sua pasta e jaleco e segue para o hospital, Simone segue para a boutique no shopping mais chique de São Paulo.

  Mafalda pede ao motorista para parar num boteco, ali ela pede 2 doses de martini e faz o motorista beber ali com ela, diz para ele que ficará o resto do dia a mando dela, lhe dando uma boa quantia, o homem rapidamente se desconecta do serviço do aplicativo ficando só para a madame.

  O seu celular toca, ela atende e logo esta na casa de uma de suas amigas, ali ela joga pôker junto desta e do motorista, depois seguem para um clube onde tomam banho de piscina e pegam sol, Mafalda não liga para a escola onde trabalha como diretora, deixando todos sem saber o que ocorrera a profissional.

  Já perto do fim da tarde, ela brinda o dia com o motorista em um motel, logo se entrega ao homem desconhecido.

  Simone termina de fazer o balanço quinzenal, Danielle pede lanche e refri para todos ali, logo chamando a cunhada no escritório.

  - O que foi?

  - De novo com o Marcelo?

  - Como assim cunha?

  - Pare Simone, sei que é crescida mais me preocupo contigo.

  - Pois não precisa, gosto desse perigo é instigante.

  - Uma hora a Mafalda vai descobrir.

  - Ela já sabe.

  - Como?

  - Hoje mesmo ela nos filmou.

  - Meu Deus, Simone você fala assim desse jeito, tipo não foi nada, é isso?

  - Eu gosto dele e não vou deixa-lo, por ela, jamais.

  - E agora Simone?

  - Deixa, tá tudo no controle, acredite, ela não é a louca do parquinho isso eu sei muito bem, mais ja que estamos a conversar, cunha preciso de um favor muito especial.

  - O que foi dessa vez?

  - Meu carro, preciso que fale ao meu irmão, seu marido que me arrume um novo, por favor, vai.

  - Mais o seu tem quanto tempo, sei lá?

  - Seis anos, acredita, é recorde Brasil.

  - Nossa, tudo isso, tem razão, ja esta na hora de um novo, vou ver o que consigo tá.

  - Por isso que eu amo essa minha cunha do céu.

  - Interesseira.  Risos.

  Simone sai do escritório, Dani termina ali as anotações.

  Marcelo atende mais um paciente quando toca seu celular, logo após a saída do paciente ele retorna a ligação.

  - Oi, sim, o quê, onde, fique tranquilo vou indo, já eu chego, obrigado.

  Marcelo se despede da secretária e sai, vinte minutos depois ele pára frente ao clube, ali encontra Mafalda, bêbada sendo amparada por dois garçons e o zelador do lugar.

  - Desde quando ela esta aqui?

  - A tarde inteira, praticamente.

  - Veio sozinha?

  - Com uma amiga e o motorista de aplicativo.

  - E ele?

  - A deixou e foi embora.

  - Obrigado.  Marcelo dá uma certa quantia ao homem que divide com os outros ali.

  - Nada aconteceu aqui, tudo bem?

  - Sim doutor.

  Marcelo segue levando a mulher a passos lentos para o carro, logo segue para a casa.

                                           09102020.............

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LUCIANA SEGOVIA lanzó IRSE

La primera canción de su carrera solista Luciana Segovia lanzó el pasado 13/03 la primera canción de su carrera solista titulada IRSE, en la que cuenta de forma poética la razón por la cuál decidió dejar su anterior proyecto "Cirse". "IRSE" es la canción que habla de un nuevo comienzo, la cuál compuso en el proceso de duelo y en la que expresa sus sentimientos más profundos y sinceros dando cierre a una etapa. Este track combina melodías en piano con sonidos contemporáneos, arreglos del rock, pop y otros géneros, acompañados con la fuerza de su potente voz, que junto con el video clip oficial dirigido por Vrodas, en una gran producción bajo el agua, refleja la nueva propuesta artística, sonora y visual de Luciana. IRSE - Luciana Segovia Guardá la canción en tu plataforma preferida: ditto.fm/Irse Spotify- Deezer - Apple Music- Napster Youtube

IRSE Primera canción de la carrera solista de Luciana Segovia en la que expresa sus sentimientos más profundos y sinceros en el proceso de soltar para volver a nacer. Música: Luciana Segovia y José Maradei Letra: Luciana Segovia Grabado en: El Pie Recording Studios, Wetjer Música y en MMP Studio en Octubre del 2019 Producido por: Luciana Segovia, José Maradei, Javier Vinagre y Daiana Azar Voces: Luciana Segovia Piano: José Maradei Batería: Daiana Azar Sintetizadores: Javier Vinagre Mezcla: Daiana Azar Masterización: Diego Guerrero (Sr. Warrior) Créditos del video clip: Productora: VRØDAS; Director: Lucas Flaque; Productora ejecutiva: Gabriela Coronas; Director de Fotografía: Sebastián Gallo; Asistente de Dirección: Carla Viola; Gaffer: Luis Arancibia; Grip: Dario Gugliotta; Edición, FVX y Color grading: Guillermo Vaccarezza; Foto fija y backstage: Ricardo “Cuino” Lavia Bertino; Maquillaje: Celeste Rodriguez; Vestuario: Vivo Bailando; Camarógrafo subacuático: Juan Guzmán; Entrenador de buceo: Damián Prono; Asistente entrenador de buceo: Lionel Alvarez; Guardavidas: Luis Martini; Rental Equipos: Cineman.

Tapa: Fotografìa por Jero Rajzak  | Diseño por VRODAS | Makeup por GetReadyWithMua Back: Fotografía por Cuino | Makeup por GetReadyWithMua

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Project Feminize [Part 3]

Tony x Reader / Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1954

Rating: M

Warnings: smut

Natasha wanders into my room with breakfast shortly after Tony woke me, and smiles, telling me that she will be here with me to help me prepare. The smell of the food alone is amazing, and makes my mouth water. I immediately dig in as she wanders around my room, adjusting things, and being the natural big sister that she is.

“So, what exactly is going to happen today?” I ask in between bites of food.

“Well, in about an hour, after you shower and eat, some professionals are going to come in to make sure you look your best.”

I raise my eyebrows. “What kind of professionals?”

“Well, Tony is having a dentist come in and do a cleaning and whitening, which is probably going to take a while. Then, a hair stylist and makeup artist are going to come in and do their thing.”

I nod slowly. “What time does the party start?”

“6:30.”

*********

The work the dentist does hurts, to say in the least, but I know the pain will be well worth it. The whitening makes my teeth sting, but Natasha stands beside me the entire time, talking to me, and distracting me from the pain.

“Everyone is wondering where you’ve disappeared to, and whenever they ask Tony or me something, all we do is end up smirking, so they know something’s up. But, I don’t think they have any idea of what’s really happening.”

I nod, unable to talk, but wanting to acknowledge her statement.

“Sharon is going to be at the party tonight,” she mentions, but wanting quickly to move into a different topic.

I make some noise and shake my head, telling her to go back to Sharon.

She nods. “Yes, she’s going to be at the party tonight. Her and Maria were talking, and when Maria mentioned the party, Sharon sort of invited herself in order to see Steve since he’s been sort of radio silent with her.” She pauses. “Want to know why he hasn’t been talking to her? He’s worried about what’s going on with you. He cares about you, even if he doesn’t exactly show it.”

After about twenty more minutes, the dentist tells me I’m good to go, and that I’m allowed to talk now. I wait for him to leave the room before turning to Natasha.

“I know Steve cares about me, but I always just assumed that it was in a friend sort of way.”

“Part of it, I think is. I mean, you two have always been good friends and you’ve always been close, and I know that’s part of the reason why it hurt you so much when you saw him with Sharon. On the other hand, I do think he has thought of you as more of a friend. You and his first love are a lot alike, so, you’re his type.”

I scoff. “Peggy Carter was much more beautiful than I will ever be.”

“Don’t say that. You are just as beautiful as she was.”

“I guess …”

I look away from her, and bite my lip.

She laughs. “I know you too well.” She turns my face back towards her. “Tonight will work, I promise.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

She shakes her head. “No, (Y/N), you’re not allowed to think like that.” She pauses. “If tonight doesn’t work, Steve is truly going to suffer the consequences.”

I laugh and nod as she squeezes my shoulders. She glances at the clock in my room and stands up straight before looking me in the eye.

“It’s almost three. Ready for hair and make-up?”

I nod, and as if on cue, I hear a soft knock on the door. Both ladies haul a suitcase behind them and I take a nervous breath. The ladies introduce themselves and begin talking while setting up their tools.

Luciana, my hair stylist, shows me the hair styles that Tony preapproved, to which I laugh. I select my favorite and she nods at my choice, telling me that it’s her favorite too. Jesse does the same thing with the styles of makeup, causing the four of us to laugh as she tells us what happened when she was talking to Tony. Apparently, Tony was being very specific about what tones of eyeshadow he thought would look best on me, and was, in other words, being the diva that he is.

Natasha watches with an increased interest as Luciana teases and curls my hair in several different ways. As I sit there, I listen to the two of them talk and smile inwardly as Natasha takes an interest in something not having to do with work.

Being in the final steps of preparation makes me incredibly nervous, but I push it aside and simply focus on transforming into someone I never thought I could be.

*********

The three of them refuse to let me look in the mirror until I am fully dressed in my gown, heels, and jewelry. Natasha approaches me with a dark green, full-length dress that shimmers in the light, and black heels to match. The dress cuts down in a deep-V, slightly revealing my breasts in the classiest way possible. I accompany the outfit with a sizeable emerald necklace, and emerald earrings, keeping it simple, but stylish at the same time.

Satisfied, they allow me to look in the mirror, and I’m glad they hid me from myself for so long. I look beautiful. I hardly recognize myself, but I love it. My hair is teased, making it look like I have much more than I actually do, and is curled in layers. My eyes are coated in an undistinguishable hue of blue or green, with a black eyeliner to make it stand out. The eyelash extensions feel weightless, and my now whitened smile glows with the addition of the light pink lipstick.

I smile as Natasha approaches me.

“Ready?”

I look at her, not even realizing that she had gotten ready as well, and nod. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

“Tony’s planned a grand entrance, so let me go tell him you’re ready.”

I follow her down to the floor and hide down the hall as she goes and informs Tony. It’s not even thirty seconds later when I hear the music volume decrease, and his voice boom through sound system.

“Attention, ladies and gentlemen. I have prepared something very special for you tonight, and believe me, it wasn’t easy to pull off.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart beats in anticipation and excitement.

“I would like you to turn your attention to the large descending staircase to the north as I present to you, the new, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

I take slow, assuring steps forward and turn the corner where I see the large crowd staring, waiting for my entrance. Once I come fully into the light, I hear gasps, and see shocked expressions. I smile grows on my face as I make my way down, my heels clicking on the tile in the silence of the room. I walk straight for Tony, and see a smile across his face as well.

“Thank you, Tony,” I say as I hug him.

“Your welcome,” he grins back. “Now, I think it’s only fitting that I have the first dance.”

An upbeat tempo immediately sounds, and soon, Tony is spinning me across the dance floor.

A dance with Clint follows, and then a dance with Sam, and then a dance with Bucky, and then I am in need of a drink and a seat. The bartender sets a martini in front of me, and I take a sip of the liquid courage, breathing out at its taste.

“Hey there,” I hear from behind me.

I instantly recognize the voice and turn in my chair to see the center of my affections, Steve.

“Hi,” I reply with a smile, something that won’t seem to leave my face.

“Do you mind if I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the chair beside mine at the bar.

“Of course not.”

The bartender quickly gets Steve a drink and moves to the other end of the bar, besieging himself with fake work.

There are a few moments of silence before he meets my eyes and says, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“Is it okay if I claim the next dance with you?”

“It is.”

You and Me by Lifehouse plays and Steve leads me to the dance floor. He places his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Tony winks at me as we slowly turn on the dance floor. Steve’s baby blue eyes burn into mine with a softness I’ve never before seen. His large hand splays out across my lower back, and I’m floating on cloud nine.

*********

He thrusts into me rhythmically, and I can’t help but moan out his name like a chant. His lips find my neck and feel his teeth graze the skin. I grip his biceps like a vice as I quiver and shake beneath him, my orgasm washing over me with incredible power, making me let out long moans.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms and I couldn’t be happier.

I wake up and sit up, looking in the mirror across the room, surprised to see my makeup still intact for the most part. My hair is messy, most definitely post-sex. I shiver with my back now exposed to the cold morning air. Steve moves beside me, stretching and smiling.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

I smile. “Good morning to you too.”

“How did you sleep?”

“I slept really well actually.”

He sits up and kisses my cheek before leaning against his headboard and pulling me to him.

“You know, I made a mistake, not asking you out before this.”

“What changed your mind?”

“Well, look at you.”

I freeze. “Wait,” I say, siting up to look back at him, now holding the sheet up to my chest. “Are you saying you brought me back here because of the way I look?”

“No …”

“That’s what you just said.”

“(Y/N) … let’s not ruin a perfect morning.”

I shake my head. “Too late.” I reach down to the floor and grab my clothes and quickly dress myself. “You’re right, you did make a mistake about not asking me out before. But, you know what? I made an even bigger mistake by coming up here.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that maybe I fell for the wrong guy.”

I walk out and make my way to the elevator. I soon find myself at Tony’s door and knock. He answers, fully showered, fully dressed, and fully sober.

“I made a mistake.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concern in his voice.

“I fell for the wrong guy.”

I drop my heels and listen as they fall to the floor beside me. Standing up on my toes, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to me, and press my lips to his.

We stand there for several moments before he pulls away and responds, “Thank God.”

He pulls me in for another kiss, and I stand there, realizing that the things I felt these past few days were something I shouldn’t have pushed away.

“Please tell me you’re not joking,” he almost pleads.

I laugh. “I’m not joking.”

He presses his forehead to mine, and I feel more loved than I ever have. He caresses my cheek with his thumb, and I suddenly don’t feel a need to rush to do anything. I just want to be held. I just want to be held by the only man willing to take a chance on me. Tony.

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Nel marzo del 2014 presentai “Indizi di Paesaggio” ad Albano Ricci, assessore alla cultura, e a Pietro Zucchini, dirigente ufficio cultura del Comune di Cortona. Raccontai loro del lavoro del pittore senese Paolo Gheri e dei suoi acquerelli, chine, disegni a matita, delle sue tempere e dei quadri ad olio. Tutti lavori pertinenti al racconto di “Indizi di Paesaggio" una riflessione sullo sguardo e sul paesaggio naturale. Albano e Pietro riconobbero l’importanza e l’attualità del progetto: guidare l’attenzione del visitatore attraverso questa narrazione con uno sguardo nuovo con la complicità della semplicità, della grazia, della freschezza e della poesia contenuta sia nei lavori che nella tecnica stessa dell’acquarello. Parlai loro della caccia al tesoro, un percorso nel centro di Cortona per coinvolgere i commercianti e il pubblico. Uno scambio tra disegno e gioco per invitare il visitatore alla scoperta di luoghi meno frequentati ma non certo meno coinvolgenti. Dissi loro degli incontri per i due eventi serali nel chiostro di Palazzo Casali. Due appuntamenti sull’arte: uno dedicato alla pittura di Simone Martini e Ambrogio Lorenzetti e l’altro ad un intervista a Paolo Gheri. Finalmente quest’anno c’è stata la mostra, la caccia al tesoro e gli incontri. Tutto è andato molto bene e dunque questa pagina è dedicata a loro, a tutti coloro che hanno partecipato alla realizzazione del progetto “Indizi di Paesaggio”. È con vero affetto e stima che ringrazio:

Il Sindaco Francesca Basanieri, Albano Ricci assessore alla Cultura, l’Accademia Etrusca nella persona di Paolo Bruschetti, Aion cultura, Pietro Zucchini dirigente ufficio cultura, Rosa Muffi, Andrea Laurenzi per l’ufficio stampa e Azzurra Castellani

I relatori delle due conferenze: Liletta Fornasari, storica dell’arte, Diego Zancani, italianista e professore emerito del Balliol College di Oxford, Lucia Valerio, redattrice del settimanale Grazia.

Maurizio Camagna per le fotografie del catalogo.

Valentina Olivastri per la traduzione dei testi del catalogo.

Cortona On The Move.

Un grazie speciale a Leonarda Sinceri.

Michele Lupetti per Valdichiana Oggi e Elena Valli per l'Etruria.

Per la caccia al tesoro: Maria Aimi, Luciana Bianchi, Ersilia Monacchini e SooHee Briganti, Eliana Carnesecchi, Roberta Nocentini, Mario Ponticelli, Ilenia e Emiliano Rossi, Maria Letizia Scorza, Grazia e Angiolo Tacconi.