#Luz de Maria

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Bonifácio e Berenice e Chef Bob realizam ação especial no domingo

Cada prato consumido no restaurante representará três refeições pet doadas pela Chef Bob para o projeto Luz de Maria, que promove a adoção de animais resgatados

Cada prato consumido no restaurante representará três refeições pet doadas pela Chef Bob para o projeto Luz de Maria, que promove a adoção de animais resgatados O Dia do Cachorro foi comemorado na última segunda-feira, 26 de agosto. Para celebrar a data, o restaurante Bonifácio e Berenice e a Chef Bob, empresa especializada em alimentação natural para pets, uniram forças para um domingo de…

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Luz de Maria, ថ្ងៃទី 12 ខែសីហា ឆ្នាំ 2024

_______________________________________________________________ សាររបស់ Saint MICHAEL មហាទេវតាទៅ LUZ DE MARIAថ្ងៃទី 12 ខែសីហា ឆ្នាំ 2024 កូនជាទីស្រឡាញ់របស់ស្តេចរបស់យើង និងព្រះអម្ចាស់យេស៊ូវគ្រីស្ទ ខ្ញុំមករកអ្នកដោយឆន្ទៈដ៏ទេវភាព។ អ្នកត្រូវបានស្រឡាញ់ដោយព្រះ.មនុស្សគ្រប់រូបជាកម្មសិទ្ធិរបស់បេះដូងនៃព្រះត្រៃបរិសុទ្ធបំផុត.  ខ្ញុំមកដើម្បីស្នើសុំឱ្យអ្នកនៅតែរួបរួមគ្នានិងរួបរួមគ្នាភាតរភាព,…

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Hey Neighbors! So, this is only related to Napoleonic era very loosely, but I recently found out something interesting about Goya.

Or well, not GOYA HIMSELF per se, but one of the people he knew.

Meet María del Pilar Teresa Cayetana de Silva Álvarez de Toledo, the 13th Duchess of Alba, a patron of Goya and his ALLEGED lover/muse. We don’t know if they were lovers. The paintings below are Goya’s btw:

So, what is important to know here is that the Duchess of Alba was one of the wealthiest people in all of Spain.

One of the last descendants of a powerful aristocratic family, the Duchess was married off to a cousin at age 12 to keep their titles and wealth in the same family.

There is even a theory that the model who posed for The Nude Maja and The Clothed Maja was this particular woman, but this is not proven:

The Duchess died quite suddenly in her forties, officially of tuberculosis. Not much as truly known about her, though we DO know that she and her husband were childless.

However, the Duchess did have a foster daughter of sorts!

Meet María de la Luz, a child of Cuban slaves basically gifted to the Duchess, but promptly freed and raised as a daughter:

While the girl definitely was a victim of slavery and colonialism, she was the closest thing the Duchess had to a daughter and she even became a beneficiary of a large chunk of the impressive fortune of her foster mother.

María de la Luz could not become the next Duchess of Alba though, as Cayetana de Alba had male blood relatives who ended up getting the title and the lands, but María de la Luz was definitely set for life and still became very rich thanks to the inheritance.

We don’t know what happened to the girl, but there is a book that explores her story in the realm of fiction, and I think I’m going to review it in the future…

Here is the book btw!

It’s written by an Uruguayan author, who apparently wrote a book about Frev too…

The title here is translated as Cayetana’s Daughter, as that was essentially the relationship between the Duchess and María de la Luz.

P. S. ALL of the artwork shown was made by Goya, including the portrait of the Duchess with the baby.

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NUESTRA SEÑORA DE LA LUZ

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Luma, Genera y la Junta de Control un fracaso colonial

Así es que se tiene que hablar. Nos metieron el cuento que la Junta venía a arreglar todo, que la privatización es lo mejor, que ellos nos venía a salvar, y mira ahora, cada vez peores.

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os surtos ships de bazz & @cinderellc como músicas da playlist favorita da minha esposa : esquenta sertanejo !

o único gif feito por mim é o do luke hemmings , todos os outros foram encontrados em packs , então o crédito vai para os seus gif makers : yuliotr ( @badpcks & @zvlda ) , esliot ( @gwennifergifs & @falwcll ) , maleto ( @camilamdunne & @brhunts ) , maspard ( @corneliawrites & @to-thelakes ) , khayfer ( @spacejams / original post & @peachygifs ) , belladium ( @camilamdunne & @xcertifiedgifsx ) , sumgray ( @sacreddonkey & @franckeggelhoffer ) , lobeck ( @anxiousgifs & @bvbblegvms - op ) , chelmer ( @gwensgifs & @bosvcr ) , ellyce ( @bosvcr ) . a eles o meu muito obrigado por todos os gifs que postam !

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El universo es un faro sin luz. ¡Ponle una bombilla!

Foto de Daniel Gregoire en Unsplash Sin la bombilla, el universo está ciego. No puede verte La verdad es que, hace tiempo que me cansé de escuchar a los gurus de la motivación decir eso de: ¡pide y el universo te lo dará!, ¡visualiza lo que quieres y él te lo mandará! Vanos, como si único que hubiera tenido que hacer Mándela, era estar sentado en su celda, visualizando la puerta de salida, a la…

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SANTA MARIA-AVIÀ-ART-PINTURA-ERMITA-ROMANIC-CATALUNYA-BERGUEDÀ-PAISATGES-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: SANTA MARIA-AVIÀ-ART-PINTURA-ERMITA-ROMANIC-CATALUNYA-BERGUEDÀ-PAISATGES-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Un bello paisaje que ya he pintado en otras ocasiones con algunas variantes, la Ermita de SANTA MARIA DE AVIÀ en las afueras del mismo pueblo de AVIÀ, muestras del románico en la comarca del Berguedà en la Catalunya Central, árboles y cipreses con sus sombras sobre la hierba quemada por el sol del verano, lugares con gran tranquilidad ambiental en los que disfrutar de la naturaleza que rodea las edificaciones históricas. Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals al oleo sobre lienzo de 73 x 92 centímetros, disfrutando del pintar al aire libre.

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COLOMBIA: DIPUTADA PROPONE LA REAPERTURA DE EMISORAS ONDAS DEL CARIBE EN SANTA MARTA

COLOMBIA: DEPUTY PROPOSES THE REOPENING OF ONDAS DEL CARIBE STATIONS IN SANTA MARTA Diputada Claudia Aaron propone la reapertura de la emisora Ondas del Caribe en Santa Marta La diputada y periodista Claudia Patricia Aaron propuso la reapertura de la Emisora Ondas del Caribe, de la Cadena Radial La Libertad, para que se ejerza ese periodismo libre, incluyente de un medio sin fronteras que sea…

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detail from painting «dona maria de la luz padilla y gomez de cervantes», by miguel cabrera

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Luz de Maria, ኦገስት 12፣ 2024

_______________________________________________________________ የቅዱስ ሚካኤል ሊቀ መላእክት መልእክትበሉዝ ደ ማሪያኦገስት 12፣ 2024 የተወደዳችሁ የንጉሣችን እና የጌታችን የኢየሱስ ክርስቶስ ልጆች፣ በመለኮታዊ ፈቃድ ወደ እናንተ እመጣለሁ። በእግዚአብሔር የተወደዱ ናቸው። እያንዳንዱ የሰው ልጅ ፍጥረት የቅድስት ትሪኒዳድ የልብ አካል ነው። በአንድነት እና በወንድማማችነት እንድትኖሩ፣ እንድትጠነቀቁ እና እንድትታዘዙ ልጠይቃችሁ ነው የመጣሁት። ይህ ��ላ መልእክት ብቻ ሳይሆን የተቀበሏቸውን መገለጦች ለመከተል እና እንዲኖሩ የተደረገ ጥሪ ነው። ጦርነቱ በተፋጠነ ፍጥነት ገፋ; ራሱን…

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MAGIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ ace. adonis. agate. amber. ambrose. amethyst. anders. aqua. aquamarine. arion. arthur. ashlin. asriel. astra. astrid. astro. athena. atlas. aurora. blaise. bran. briar. bruxo. bunnie. bunny. calamity. callisto. callum. calypso. cantasyia. caspian. cassian. cassiopeia. cedar. cedric. celeste. celestine. cherish. circe. clem. clemet. cosmo. coven. crystalesse. crystalette. cullen. cynthia. draco. drake. dreerie. duske. eerene. elphias. elysia. ember. emil. espen. etherial. fay. felix. finn. finnley. florian. fredrich. fyre. galatea. galen. garnet. glyra. griffin. haven. hazoire. hera. hypnyra. indigo. jade. jasper. jinx. juno. jynx. kara. kian. kimble. krystal. krystalle. lapis. lennix. leo. link. lucien. lumen. lumiere. luna. lune. lunesse. lunette. luz. lyra. mabel. mac. mackenzie. maddie. maddy. madelyn. madison. maggi. maggie. magia. magique. magnus. maria. max. maxwell. melanie. melodie. melody. mercy. mia. milena. miles. milo. minerva. moonesse. moonette. myrror. mystique. nova. onyx. opal. orion. oscar. oswald. pandora. pearl. pearlesse. pearlette. pearlle. phineas. phoebe. phoenix. pinkie. pinky. ruby. rune. sage. salem. sapphire. selene. seraphina. sereia. silouet. sirus. skye. sol. sora. sorcyrie. soren. spella. twyla. twyllusia. vince. zephyr.

PRONOUNS︰ abra/cada. ae/aer. agate/agate. alch/alchemy. alchemy/alchemy. amber/amber. amethyst/amethyst. an/angel. angel/angel. aqua/aqua. aquamarine/aquamarine. arc/arcane. arcane/arcane. blue/blue. bow/bow. ca/cast. cae/caer. cast/cast. cha/charm. cheer/cheer. ci/cir. cla/clash. con/conjure. cry/crystal. crystal/crystal. cu/curse. cur/curse. cure/cure. curse/curse. de/demon. di/dim. du/dusk. elix/elixir. en/enchantment. en/entity. ev/evil. fae/faer. fan/fantasy. fea/feared. fi/fight. frill/frill. fu/future. garnet/garnet. glitter/glitter. go/golden. go/good. grim/grim. grim/grimoire. h?/h?m. hae/haze. hex/hex. hx/hxm. hy/hym. illus/illusion. illusion/illusion. jade/jade. jasper/jasper. joy/joy. know/knowledge. krys/krystal. light/lightning. ma/mage. ma/magic. mae/maer. mag/magic. mag/magical. mag/magician. mage/mage. magi/magic. magic/magic. magic/magical. magick/magick. mance/mancer. melody/melody. mi/mist. moire/moire. moon/moon. muse/muse. mys/mysterious. myst/myst. mystic/mystic. myth/mythical. necro/mancer. necro/necro. obs/obscure. onyx/onyx. opal/opal. orb/orb. pe/peril. pearl/pearl. pink/pink. po/potion. po/power. poi/poison. potion/potion. pow/power. pretty/pretty. pu/purge. pur/pure. pur/purity. pure/pure. ru/rune. ruby/rubie. rune/rune. sapphire/sapphire. sept/septor. sh?/h?r. sha/dow. shae/shade. shine/shine. shx/hxr. shy/shyr. sing/sing. sini/ster. soc/sorcery. som/somber. sorce/sorce. sorce/sorcerer. spar/spark. spark/spark. spark/sparkle. sparkle/sparkle. spe/spell. spe/spells. spell/spell. spell/spells. spi/spirit. spirit/spirit. staff/staff. star/star. strik/strike. strike/strike. stry/stryke. sup/supernatural. super/super. sweet/sweet. th?y/th?m. thxy/thxm. tri/trick. trick/trick. vae/vaer. wa/wand. wa/ward. wan/wand. wand/wand. ward/ward. whims/whimsical. wi/wise. wing/wing. wit/witch. wit/witchcraft. wiz/wiz. wiz/wizard. wizard/wizard. ⚡️. ✨. ⭐️. 👁. 👼🏻. 💢. 💥. 💦. 💨. 💫. 📖. 🔮. 🧙‍♂️. 🧙🏻. 🧙🏻‍♀️. 🧙🏻‍♂️. 🧹. 🧿.

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Barriers

A long awaited request from my mutual who asked to remain anon.

Summary: Turkish polyglot!reader is on a run with Daryl and three new arrivals to find a warehouse rumored to be stocked with food. When the destination is overrun with the dead, it's up to you to communicate with those who do not speak english to get you all home alive.

Warnings: TWD typical stuff. Potential TW for those of you with religious trauma as there is a Catholic prayer.

All dialogue is translated in (red).

Turkish, Romanian, and Spanish is translated by my mutual and their friends.

Romanian is translated using Google translate, as neither of us are very fluent in romanian but we wanted to include a balkan country.

Please forgive any inaccuracies! This was a labor of love and it was much harder than I anticipated, but I'm so glad this mutual asked for this. It was fun to exercise my brain!

Characters and their languages:

Derya: Turkish Maria: Spanish (originally french with the name Marie, but we couldn't get anyone to translate the french lol) Andrei: Romanian Rolf: Dutch

        Tensions were high. The newcomers knew where a large stash of food was and Daryl was sent to help them retrieve it. The only setback was the communication barrier, which was where you came in.

        "Sunt încă la șase străzi distanță. (It's still six blocks away.)" Andrei told you.

        "Six blocks." You repeated to Daryl.

        "We won't make it that far with all them walkers." Daryl whispered, peeking through the boarded windows of the little shop you all holed up in. The herd came out of nowhere. 

        "Trebuie să cunoașteți un traseu mai sigur. (You must know a safer route.)" You pleaded with Andrei. He just shook his head. You sighed and turned to Derya. "Depoya gitmenin başka bir yolu var mı? Mücadele edemiyeceğimiz kadar fazla  kişiyiz. Burda kapana kısıldık. (Is there another way to get to the warehouse? There are too many for us to fight our way through. We're trapped.)"

        "Galiba burdan çatıya çıkmanın bir yolu var. (I think there's a way onto the roof here.)" She suggested. "Binalar karşıdan atlanabilecek kadar yakın. (The buildings are close enough that we could jump across.)"

        "Daryl, do you think we could jump roof to roof?" You asked.

        "Maybe. Buildings are pretty tight knit." He shrugged.

        "Okay, Derya, çatıya çıkan yolu biliyor musun? (do you know the way to the roof?)" You asked her. She thought for a moment.

        "Binaların arkası çitle çevrili orada bir merdiven olabilir. (Behind these buildings is all fenced off. I think there's a ladder out there.)"

        "Okay. Good thinking, Derya." You patted her shoulder and rushed over to the back exit, peering through the cracks in the wood. "She's right.." You whispered. "Daryl, this way! Andrei, Derya, Maria!" You waved them all over as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. Sunlight poured in as you all piled outside and rushed up the ladder. On top of the building, you could see just how far up shit's creek you all really were. The herd wasn't a herd at all -- it was a massive horde. It filled up the streets of the small town  like a sea of death and decay. 

        "Querido San Judas Tadeo.. Patrono de las causas desesperadas, escucha nuestra oración. (Dear Saint Jude Thaddeus.. Patron of desperate causes, hear our prayer..)" Maria gasped, clutching the crucifix she wore around her neck. "En tiempos de desesperación y desesperanza, guíanos a la luz del amor de Dios... (In times of despair and hopelessness, guide us to the light of God's love..)"

        Daryl looked to you questioningly. 

        "It's a prayer." You mouthed. He nodded. 

        "Y'all ready?" He asked. You nodded and ushered the other three toward the edge of one of the building that lined another. There was maybe a two foot gap between the two. It was doable. 

        "Andrei, tu primul. (you first.)" You nodded to the man, who lept courageously and landed smoothly. "Now, Maria." You looked to the girl. She was young, maybe nineteen, and clearly devoted to her faith.

        She tucked her crucifix into her shirt and took a breath, whispering the rest of her prayer as she geared up for the jump. "Ayúdanos a encontrar fortaleza en nuestras pruebas y a confiar en el plan del Señor. (Help us find strength in our trials and trust the Lord's plan..)" She took a running start and flailed her arms as she flew from one building to the next. She rolled as she landed but she was otherwise fine.

        "Derya, sıra sende. (your turn.)" You smiled to her reassuringly. Out of everyone, you'd grown the most friendly with her, as you were both Turkish. She told you about the warehouse to begin with. 

        She nodded and jumped across, smiling triumphantly back at you after she made it safely. You and Daryl crossed over next. The process continued over three more buildings, all the while Maria still prayed desperately under her breath. "Quédate a nuestro lado en nuestra hora más oscura y llévanos por un camino de esperanza. En tu pasión, intercede por nosotros y lleva nuestras súplicas a Dios. (Stand by us in our darkest hour and lead us to a hopeful path... In your passion, intercede for us and bring our pleas to God..)"

        At the end of the block, you were all drawn to a halt. The next building was at least six feet away. None of you hard faith you could jump that far. The sea of walkers was still raging below, waves of bodies crashing into buildings and obstacles as they swarmed. 

        "Qué vamos a hacer?! (What are we going to do?!)" Maria's panic was becoming more evident.

        "Sólo tenemos que pensar en un plan. (We just need to think of a plan.)" You assured her. You turned to Andrei. "Știi o cale? (Do you know a way?)"

        "Nu.. Mai avem cinci blocuri (No.. We still have five blocks.)" He said solemnly. 

        "Okay." You took a breath. "Do you have a plan?" You asked Daryl. He scanned the walkers on the ground below, his silence answering your question. 

        "şurdaki kütüphane, (That library over there,)" Derya spoke up, one finger extended to point out the building she was talking about. "Arkadaşımız rolf orada. o sadece flemenkçe konuşuyor ama daha önce bize yardım etti belki de tekrar yardım edebilir. (Our friend Rolf is there. He only speaks Dutch, but he has helped us before. He may be willing to help again.)"

        "Do you think we can make it to that library across the street?" You asked Daryl. 

        "Why?" He asked.

        "They have a friend that lives there. He might help us if he's still there."

        "He lives in a library?" Daryl tilted his head. You shrugged.

        "That's what she said."

        "Mm... Maybe." He nodded. "We need to distract 'em, though." 

        "How?" 

        "Dunno.." He looked around. "Ya still got that toy ya picked up for Judith?"

        A lightbulb went off. Of course! The loud toy! You dug in your bag and quickly found it. You turned it on and pressed a button, a loud song ringing through the speaker. You handed to him and he threw it as far from the library as he could. To your pleasure, the toy didn't break on impact. The mindless corpses below slowly turned their attention to the sound, the tune of Old McDonald drawing them in. When enough of them were distracted, the five of you crept down the side of the building and hurried over to the library.

        "Rolf!" Derya hissed, lightly tapping at the glass. 

        " Rolf we hebben hulp nodig! (Rolf, we need help!)" You added quickly. Moments later the doors swing open and you piled inside, Rolf shutting and barricading the door behind you.

        "Wat doe jij hier?! Zie je niet hoeveel van hen er zijn? (What are you doing here?! You don't see how many of them are out there?)" Rolf scolded. You could tell he preferred his solitude.

        "We hebben hulp nodig om naar het magazijn te gaan. Dat is 5 blokken verderop. (We need help getting to the warehouse. It's five blocks away)" You panted, out of breath.

        "Het magazijn? (The warehouse?)" He scoffed. "Jullie zijn gek! (You people are insane!)"

        "Nee, maar we zijn wanhopig. (No, but we are desperate.)" You pleaded.

        "Je komt vast naar mij denkende dat ik weet hoe ik jullie door al deze dingen heen kan krijgen? (You must be to be coming to me thinking I know how to get you through all those things!)" He waved his hands around.

        "Ona kamyonetini sor (Ask him about his truck.)" Derya urged.

        "Wat dacht je van de truck? (What about your truck?)" You asked Rolf. He glared at you.

        "Nee. Absoluut niet! Enkel voor noodgevallen. (No. Absolutely not! Emergencies only.)" He declined.

        "Dit is een noodgeval. (This is an emergency.)"

        "Oh, oké laat me het verduidelijken. Enkel mijn noodgevallen. (Oh, okay, allow me to clarify. My emergencies only.)" He crossed his arms.

        "Is dit niet jouw noodgeval? (This isn't your emergency?)" You raised your eyebrows, motioning your hand to the door. "De hele stad is overspoeld met hen. Je zal het hier niet lang volhouden. (The entire town is flooded with them. You wont last here long.)"

        "Ik red me prima in mijn eentje, dankje. (I do just fine on my own, thank you.)" He insisted.

        "Oh? Ik zie nochtans geen eten of water hier. Hoe lang kan je zonder? Want die dingen gaan daarbuiten zijn voor dagen, misschien zelfs weken voordat iets anders ze weg lokt. (Oh? I don't see any food or water here. How long can you go without? Because those things will be out there for days, or maybe even weeks before something else draws them away.)" You pushed. He thought for a moment.

        "Oké goed. I breng jullie naar het magazijn en dan zijn jullie op jullie zelf. (Okay, fine. I take you to the warehouse and then you're on your own.)"

        A collective sigh of release aired out into the room as he rushed to find his keys. You all followed him to the back exit. He glanced back at the group. You and Daryl nodded at each other and stepped ahead of the others.

        "Jij opend de deur, en wij zullen je beschermen. Sluit de deur achter je. Wanneer je de teuck start, zullen wij de deur voor alle andere en beschermen ze. Vertrek niet tot iedereen in het voertuig zit. Begrepen? (You open the door, and we will cover you. Shut the door behind you. When you get the truck started, we'll open the door for everyone else and cover them. Don't leave until everyone's in the vehicle. Got it?)" You instructed. He nodded, reluctantly.

        You quickly relayed the plan to Daryl and everyone else in their respective languages, then counted down. "Drie… twee… een! (Three... Two.. One!)"

        On your word, Rolf threw the door open as planned, and you and Daryl rushed out, stabbing and beating down walkers left and right. You heard the door slam shut. You peeked behind your to see a nervous Rolf looking overstimulated and overwhelmed at the chaos around him. "Komaan! We hebben je gedekt! (Come on! We have you covered!)" You urged him.

        He stepped between you and Daryl as you strategically kept him safe. Once he was to the truck, he shut himself inside and you and Daryl bade way back to the back exit. The engine revved and sputtered a few times before the truck was up and running, but it didn't take too long. At the sound of the fully started vehicle, you threw the door open and the rest of your crew worked their way through the walkers. Maria, a particularly nonviolent young woman who made herself more useful as the sneaky one, cowered in the center as you all surrounded her and defended yourselves from the threat of the undead. Once everyone had piled inside, you and Daryl jumped in last. Rolf wasted no time putting the pedal to the metal, so to speak, and before long he was pulling up in front of the warehouse.

        "Okay." You sighed. "Worst part's over, right?" 

        "Ik zal op je wachten. Wees snel. (I'll wait for you. Be fast.)" Rolf announced. You tilted your head. "Mijn bibliotheek is omsingeld. Er is niet voor mij om naar terug te keren, als ik zelfs leven binnen geraak. (My library is surrounded. There is nothing for me to go back to, if I could even make it inside alive.)" He elaborated. "Ik help jou een thuis te krijgen, jij geeft mij een thuis. (I help you get home, you give me a home.)" 

        "Okay." You nodded. "Wij kunnen dit. Laat ons gewoon niet achter. (We can do that. Just don't leave us.)" You placed a hand on his shoulder and thanked him with your eyes.

        "Alright, we need to get in there, grab as much food as we can, and get the hell on somewhere before it gets any worse. 's a damn miracle we made it this far." Daryl said. 

        "Okay. María, eres rápida. Si vienes con nosotros, te cubrimos. (Maria, you're fast. You come with us, we'll cover you.) Andrei, vino și tu. Știi ce căutăm. (Andrei, you come too. You know what we're looking for.)" You turned to them. They nodded nervously. "We get in, grab as much as we can, and get out." You continued, once in spanish and once in romanian. 

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        Back at Alexandria, people were surprised to meet a new member of the community, but mostly just grateful everyone made it back alive and in one piece. The food was just a bonus at that point. You had all been gone way longer than planned.

        After introducing Rolf to everyone and making sure those who didn't speak english had everything they needed for the evening, you and Daryl finally retired to your shared home. Relief and gratitude set the mood, but after you had both showered and found something comfortable to wear, you couldn't help but to pick up on a subtle sense of disappointment written all over his face.

        "We did good." You assured him as you plopped beside him on the sofa. "The food we brought will feed everyone for a week, and we can probably go back in a few days and that herd will have moved on." 

        "Ain't that." He shrugged.

        "Then what?" You asked, brushing his stringy damp hair out of his eyes.

        "'s just..." He chewed at his lip. "Just felt so clueless out there, ya know? Useless. If you hadn't been there, all them people woulda died 'cause I wouldn't know how to talk to 'em." 

        "Well, I was there." You assured. "And they wouldn't have died anyways because you're a badass."

        He huffed a dry laugh. "I dunno. Just wish I had more skills than huntin' and trackin'." He admitted.

        "What?" You scoffed. "You've taught me more survival skills since we met than anyone has taught me in my entire life. You did teach me tracking and trapping, but you also taught me how to be quiet, sneaky, and observant of my surroundings. You taught me how to read people, and how to kill them effectively if needed. You are so much more than a hunter or a tracker." You rambled. His eyes scanned over your features as you went on, silently admiring how you always managed to find yourself on a tangent, no matter the subject.

        "Mm." He grunted. " Still wish I could just... talk to everyone, ya know?"

        "Then I'll teach you." You offered. "Starting tomorrow, with the language of my people. Turkish." You grinned. “Lesson one: Seni seviyorum sen benim kahramanımsın.”

        "Wha's that mean?" He pushed his eyebrows together in confusion.

        "It means I love you, you're my hero."

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MADRE SANTISSIMA DE LA LUME Cimitero dei Cappuccini Palermo, Sisilya, Italya

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Estamos en las mejores manos: las del viento, las de la nada inocente de cada día. Arrebatados, abandonados, recuperados. ¿Qué más? El trabajo: la nada. El pensamiento: la nada. El mundo: la nada. La escritura que es trabajo, pensamiento y mundo: la nada. Queda el amor, que nos quita de todo, sin salvarnos de nada. La soledad está en nosotros como un filo, profundamente hundido en las carnes. No nos la podrían sacar sin matarnos de inmediato. El amor no revoca la soledad. La perfecciona. Le abre todo el espacio para arder. El amor es nada más que esta quemadura, como en lo blanco de una llama. Un claro en la sangre. Una luz en la respiración. Nada más. Y sin embargo me parece que toda una vida sería ligera asomada sobre esta nada. Ligera, límpida: el amor no ensombrece lo que ama. No lo ensombrece porque no intenta tomarlo. Lo toca sin tomarlo. Lo deja ir y venir. Mira cómo se aleja, con un paso tan fino que no oímos cómo muere: elogio de lo poco, alabanza de lo débil. El amor viene, el amor se va. Siempre a su hora, nunca a la nuestra. Para venir, pide todo el cielo, toda la tierra, toda la lengua. No sabría caber en la estrechez de un sentido. Ni siquiera sabría contentarse con una felicidad. El amor es libertad. La libertad no va con la felicidad. Va con la alegría. La alegría es como una escalera de luz en nuestro corazón. Conduce hasta mucho más arriba que ella misma: hasta donde no hay nada más que atrapar, salvo lo inatrapable. Desde luego, en realidad ya no contesto: canto. ¿Acaso le preguntamos al pájaro la razón de su canto?

_ Elogio de la nada (1990), Christian Bobin. Traducción de Josep Maria Pinto González.

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Deus acima do que é aparentemente impossível

Pode parecer improvável que Deus se apresente em sua situação impossível: seu diagnóstico, sua infertilidade, seu relacionamento rompido, seu filho desobediente, seu caráter inconsistente, sua ansiedade, suas dificuldades financeiras, sua dor.

Felizmente, Deus não é limitado ou delimitado pelo mundo natural.

Crescendo em uma família judia, Maria sabia sobre o Messias profetizado: o tão esperado Salvador do mundo. Mas provavelmente nunca imaginou que essas antigas previsões seriam cumpridas na vida, morte e ressurreição de seu filho, que de alguma forma, era totalmente Deus, mas também totalmente homem.

Mas como o anjo Gabriel explicou a Maria:

“Pois nada é impossível para Deus.”

Lucas 1:37 NVI

Deus não apenas planejou esses eventos há muito tempo, mas também os declarou antecipadamente por meio dos profetas e escritores do Antigo Testamento.

A vida de Jesus: este Deus-homem viria da linhagem de Davi (Isaías 9:7) e nasceria de uma virgem (Isaías 7:14) em Belém (Miqueias 5:2). Ele faria o cego ver, o surdo ouvir, o coxo andar e o mudo cantar (Isaías 35:5-6). Ele proclamaria boas novas aos pobres, confortaria os quebrantados de coração e libertaria os cativos (Isaías 61:1).

A morte de Jesus: embora inocente (Isaías 53:9), ele seria traído por um amigo próximo (Salmo 41:9) por trinta moedas de prata (Zacarias 11:12). Ele seria desprezado e rejeitado (Isaías 53:3), espancado e cuspido (Isaías 50:6), perfurado nas mãos e nos pés (Salmo 22:16) e finalmente morto (Daniel 9:26).

A ressurreição de Jesus: ele ressuscitaria (Salmo 16:10-11) e estabeleceria uma aliança sem fim com o povo de Deus (Jeremias 31:31-34). Porque Ele estaria disposto a levar os pecados de muitos e interceder pelos rebeldes (Isaías 53:12), muitos seriam considerados justos (Isaías 53:11) e Ele seria uma luz para todas as nações (Isaías 11:10).

Tudo em Jesus parecia impossível, mas Deus é capaz de fazer além do que podemos imaginar. Portanto, lembre-se do Deus a quem você serve e sinta-se encorajado: Deus não se surpreende com nada. Ele já conhece o fim desde o início. Seus propósitos não podem ser frustrados. Seu caráter nunca vai mudar.

Nada é impossível para Ele.