#Vía

[ochoislas]

Ni cristiano, ni budista, ni tampoco confuciano, en una barreduela mercadeaba con mis escritos. ¿Qué aroma me impregnó de los jardines del arte? ¿Cuántos prados corrí por campos de la poesía? En las cenizas del libro el libro vive, lo sé; en mundos sin ley puede la ley renacer, cierto. Mata a los dioses a golpes, dispersa su sombra: sabios o necios, resurgirán claros del vacío informe.

                            [6 de octubre de 1916]

La vía verdadera es oscura, y aún lejana y recóndita; discurriendo vaciedades, cruzaré pasado y presente. Aguas azules, montañas verdes… ¿qué saben del ser? Guarda del cielo, sostén de la tierra: sólo inanidad. Vagos colores vespertinos; luna ausente de la hierba. Inquietas voces otoñales; viento morador del bosque. Ojos, oídos, olvidados ambos, mi cuerpo abandonado; solo en el vacío canto un aire de nubes blancas.

                            [20 de noviembre de 1916]

Natsume Sōseki

[oknews]

casi todo lo emitido por compra de dólares se absorbió vía LEFI

[vamos-a-aprender-espanol]

https://vamosaaprenderespanol.blogspot.com/2024/10/pinchos-de-espanol-las-preposiciones_01048229954.html

[anitaencinales]

Mi Tenjo querido, cortas son las palabras para definir todo lo que tú me haces sentir desde el día en que te conocí, sólo sé que has sido fiel testigo de mis momentos más alegres y maravillosos como también de aquellos en los que he estado más herida. Para mí es un placer total compartir con tus gentes y caminar bajo tu sombra de la mano de Jesús, un camino que necesariamente, para se cristiano, tiene que tener grietas, bajadas y subidas. Nadie ha dicho que ha sido facil, pero de tu mano y de la mano de nuestro Señor Jesucristo puedo sentirte como ese lugar tan bonito que vino a recibirme hace siete años, que son pocos para resumir el amor en una eternidad, pero son suficientes para dictaminar que me he enamorado de ti, mi Tenjo querido.

[elchaqueno]

Protesta en Caracollo termina en enfrentamientos y varios policías heridos

En Caracollo, una protesta pacífica convocada por sectores sociales alineados con el ala “evista” terminó en enfrentamientos con la policía, resultando en varios efectivos heridos y el bloqueo de una importante vía. Los comunarios reportan haber sido reprimidos por efectivos armados, mientras que la policía intentaba despejar la vía utilizando agentes químicos. La medida de presión, que lleva más…

[eurekadiario]

Australia también da vía libre al embargo de bienes españoles por los impagos de Sánchez a las renovables

En Reino Unido se han intervenido la indemnización del Prestige y la sede del Cervantes, amén de una embajadita catalana y una cuenta bancaria.

La retirada retroactiva de las primas concedidas por España a las empresas que invirtieron en el sector de la energía renovable desató decenas de denuncias en los tribunales internacionales. La mayoría de estos procedimientos se han saldado con la victoria de las compañías afectadas, pero el gobierno de Pedro Sánchez ha insistido en impagar estos laudos, situando a España a la altura de países como Venezuela o Rusia.

Sin embargo, los afectados no se han quedado de brazos cruzados y ya se han puesto a trabajar para recuperar el dinero que se les ha reconocido. Así, Libre Mercado ha informado recientemente de los distintos procedimientos de rastreo de activos que han resultado en la confiscación de la sede del Instituto Cervantes en Londres, amén del embargo de una "embajadita" económica de la Generalidad de Cataluña o una cuenta de banco del Reino de España depositada en la filial británica del Banco Santander.

Estas medidas de protección reclamadas por las empresas e inversores afectados van a tener continuidad en Australia, donde la Corte Suprema acaba de emitir un fallo en el que descarta las alegaciones presentadas por el Reino de España y abre la veda para un proceso de embargo de bienes similar al que se ha desatado en las islas británicas.

El fallo de la Corte Suprema, al que ha tenido acceso Libre Mercado, reconoce una obligación de pago de 101 millones de euros. Por lo tanto, las empresas e inversores afectados podrán invocar la incautación de edificios, participaciones empresariales o activos financieros por dicho monto. Entre las propiedades del Reino de España que pueden verse afectadas está la operativa de Navantia en Australia.

[sevicia]

At first it didn't bother me when people used "delulu" so freely cause I was like whatever it's not THAT harmful but I have seen it used SO often that it's started to annoy the shit outta me like none of these people even know what delusion ACTUALLY is. Delusion is not the cute little hopeful voice that tells you they're interested because they made eye contact with you, delusion is waking up one day knowing, being absolutely convinced, that your parents' bedroom is a portal to another dimension, that all your friends are paid actors, that animals don't exist and are actually robots with cameras for eyes, and those are just the ones that I have personally experienced and was able to snap out of with lots of help and without hurting myself or anyone around me.

It's actually so fucking annoying to see people being like "may your delulu becone trululu 😋👍" like if you knew what delusion actually is, how hopeless and paranoid and confused it makes you feel, you would not be saying that. I have known of people who became convinced their families were demons, or that they themselves were possessed, and then ended up committing serious crimes. But no. It's all fun and games, and being "delulu" is cute and quirky.

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Gran Vía, April afternoon

Madrid, Spain -- 4/16/09

[strawberryseeded]

thinking abt bllk (no surprise there) and how (at least until now) all (well, most of?) the characters backstories aka basically the reason for their most prominent issues are, instead of extremely tragic and complex events, simply children's logic applied to recurrent situations in their daily lives (and especially the sport they love):

bachira feels lonely: bachira was a weird and lonely kid who was also extremely passionate abt (and talented in) football, more than any other kid, making bachira feel isolated even when he was playing with others. this got even worse when the kids he played with started to resent him, calling him a "monster" and bullying him. while talking with his mom, she told him to keep believing in his inner voice and ignore those who dont understand him, resulting in bachira giving that voice the form of a "monster" that can play football with him to feel less lonely. which, obviously, made him even more lonely, even if it was an imaginary friend created to aliviate that feeling. because bachira still felt lonely, even after many years and even after playing with other people in school who werent any fun for him, he kept the monster by his side. believing no one could ever beat this monster (thank GODNESS he did 🎉!!! HE is the monster no one can beat!!!! his arc is one of my favs hes literally unstoppable now, i love him dude i love h)

isagi holds himself back too much: isagi (i read the light novel abt him hehe) was a timid and mild mannered kid until he discovered football, which he fell in love with. while playing the sport he could let go of his shyness and actually be selfish and go all out. uuuntil... he entered his high school's reputable football club, where the motto was to play as a team above everything else (a very anti-blue lock logic lol). isagi then, in an effort to accomodate to the social norms of the club (bc hes isagi, and off the field hes calmer and timider), had to simmer down in the field as well. supress himself. at times it seems like his on and off switch is kind of stuck.

barou has main character syndrome: barou was a very, on top of talented, meticulous kid and therefore the best in football out of every other kid he knew, who didnt take it as seriously and were more than happy to let him score all the goals. he didnt understand why they were satisfied with letting other people take all the glory, so he secluded himself, convinced that he was the only player that actually mattered on the field. the best. the Main Character. everyone else was completely worthless, their only use being to serve HIM. (until he got his ass kicked by isagi and became the villan instead of the main character, bc oh, shit, barou's not actually the main character???? then he'll hunt down & DESTROY the main character).

rin (god, rin) has a brother complex (i used to hate when ppl oversimplify whats wrong w him w this term but tbh it does boil down to this lol ToT): rin idolized his older brother like crazy and wanted to be just like him. bc he was also blessed with talent and also had a great relationship w sae, he had everything he needed to fulfill his dream of being the 2nd best striker, the 1st obviously being his older brother, who rin viewed as the best, most talented player in the world. when sae comes back from spain and tells him 'the world is big and im not actually the best, you go and be the best striker by yourself' (basically: our (your) dream is over), rin has a fucking breakdown. its not really a tragic, despair-inducing event, objectively speaking. but in the manga its framed as such bc for rin, in his childish logic, it is. bc his brother IS the BEST player, what the fuck do you mean hes not number 1 outside of japan?? ....then what about rin? if his brother cant be the best, rin cant be the 2nd best either, let alone the best. he feels like sae ruined everything, gave up, broke their (rin's) dream!!!! after sae humilliates him, rin directs all of his frustrations at him and bows to defeat him. as long as rin sees himself as sae's little brother, he's never gonna be able to surpass him, bc in rin's mind, sae is still the best, his talented big brother.

ness believes kaiser, not him, is the magician: ness's case is more serious bc his family was (is?) emotionally abusive towards him. basically, like every other kid, ness believed in magic. the concept of magic is exciting for children and gives them, in the form of play, the opportunity to express their creativity and exercise their imagination; work out a way to make the impossible come true. bc this is so important for their development, usually its the parents role to, at least to a certain degree, keep alive the belief that magic is real. ness's parents, on the contrary, shut down this belief bc it didnt match with their own views. they saw his interests as a waste of time, even letting his sibilings bully him and treat him badly to make him give up on them. ness, however, didnt, and instead found a more socially acceptable way to 'do magic' and express his creativity: football. he feared greatly, however, that football would be taken away from him, so in that faithful match in which he met kaiser he decided to put all of his trust and hard work on him, bc ness believed kaiser was the person who would be able to make the impossible, the magic that ness wanted to create, happen. i think the key to unlock his full potential is stop relying on kaiser so much and start believing in his own magic (kind of like what happened in hiori's arc). we have yet to know kaiser's backstory but i have a feeling those two enable each other's worst traits...

ETC !!!! sorry i got tired of writing lol

anyways these r just my interpretations of the characters feel free 2 b like "was is she ON about"

[ochoislas]

EL MUNDO

Anoche contemplé la Eternidad, como anillo de luz pura sin término, serena, cuanto lúcida; y en torno el Tiempo —en horas, días, años— movían las esferas como tiniebla inmensa, donde el mundo se hundía con su cortejo. Con su rara cadencia el tierno amante dentro se querellaba; su laúd cerca, su ilusión, sus raptos y sus acedos trances, guantes y lazos —tantos cepos necios—; mas su caudal preciado llevaba el viento, mientras en tal flor derramaba los ojos.

El oscuro ministro atribulado, como calígine nocturna y torpe, la inercia no vencía; ideas reprobatorias, como eclipses, su espíritu motejan; clamando fuera, nube de testigos con una voz lo acosa. Mas el topo cavaba, subrepticio, un soterraño paso, con que agarrar su presa, bien que su arte entendieran algunos; las aras lo cebaban; eran moscas y plagas los perjurios; lluvia de sangre y lágrimas vertían que él muy exento bebe.

Sobre un montón de orín, medroso avaro, su vida consumía, casi a sus manos temiendo fiar cenizas; mas no suma una pieza, pues le aterra el cerco de ladrones: allá sufrían muchos tal vesania, su pecunio en un puño. El epicúreo gloria del sentido, sin fingimiento, hacía; otros que erraban en mayor exceso aún lo publicaban; era siervo el más flaco de los bienes que, aunque nulos, aprecia, y, pobre y denigrada, la Verdad tales triunfos humillan.

Con todo había quien tras largo llanto, remontaba al anillo entre alabanzas, desechando las alas. Necio, pensé, quien noche oscura elige antes que vera luz, y en espeluncas aborrece el día que la senda esclarece, la que de esta mortal, negra manida hasta Dios nos exalta, por la que hollar se alcanza al sol, cobrando resplandor que lo ofende. Mas mientras yo impugnaba su locura, no sé quién, susurró: «Tal anillo no entrega el Desposado sino a su Desposada».

*

THE WORLD

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light,    All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,   Driv’n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov’d; in which the world   And all her train were hurl’d. The doting lover in his quaintest strain   Did there complain; Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,   Wit’s sour delights, With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure,   Yet his dear treasure All scatter’d lay, while he his eyes did pour   Upon a flow’r.

The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight-fog mov’d there so slow,   He did not stay, nor go; Condemning thoughts (like sad eclipses) scowl   Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without   Pursued him with one shout. Yet digg’d the mole, and lest his ways be found,   Work’d under ground, Where he did clutch his prey; but one did see   That policy; Churches and altars fed him; perjuries   Were gnats and flies; It rain’d about him blood and tears, but he   Drank them as free.

The fearful miser on a heap of rust Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust   His own hands with the dust, Yet would not place one piece above, but lives   In fear of thieves; Thousands there were as frantic as himself,   And hugg’d each one his pelf; The downright epicure plac’d heav’n in sense,   And scorn’d pretence, While others, slipp’d into a wide excess,   Said little less; The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave,   Who think them brave; And poor despised Truth sate counting by   Their victory.

Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing, And sing, and weep, soar’d up into the ring;   But most would use no wing. O fools (said I) thus to prefer dark night   Before true light, To live in grots and caves, and hate the day   Because it shews the way, The way, which from this dead and dark abode   Leads up to God, A way where you might tread the sun, and be   More bright than he. But as I did their madness so discuss   One whisper’d thus, “This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide,   But for his bride.”

Henry Vaughan

di-versión©ochoislas

[oknews]

BI dice que Alice Guo entró en Malasia por vía aérea

La Oficina de Inmigración (BI) dijo el martes que la alcaldesa destituida de Bamban, Alice Guo, voló a Malasia desde Filipinas, contrariamente a sus afirmaciones anteriores de que ella y sus hermanos abandonaron el país mediante varios traslados en barco. Durante la reanudación de la audiencia del Senado sobre POGO ilegales, el comisionado de Inmigración, Joel Viado, dijo que Guo ingresó a…

[elbiotipo]

Wuxia story set in the remote land of Yinhe, where a hero seeks the secret technique of the Hands of General Bi Long to unify the people and defeat the corrupt emperor Mi Lei, the Lion of Greed.

[sefaradweb]

🇪🇸 La ciudad de Monastir, ubicada en la antigua ruta Vía Egnatia, fue conquistada por los otomanos en 1381-1382, comenzando un periodo de dominio turco que duró hasta 1912. Hacia finales del siglo XV, judíos sefardíes expulsados de España se establecieron en Monastir, donde ya residían judíos romaniotes desde tiempos romanos. Los sefardíes formaron dos comunidades separadas, la aragonesa y la portuguesa, con sinagogas independientes que a menudo enfrentaron disputas. En el siglo XVI, Monastir contaba con unas 1,500 casas, de las cuales 200 eran propiedad de judíos. Para 1889, la ciudad tenía 31,257 habitantes, con 5,500 judíos. La comunidad judía en Monastir prosperó gracias a su experiencia en comercio y oficios textiles, estableciendo fuertes vínculos comerciales por todo el Imperio Otomano. A finales del siglo XVI, un incendio destruyó las sinagogas aragonesa y portuguesa, lo que llevó a la reconstrucción de una sinagoga conjunta. Sin embargo, las tensiones entre las dos comunidades persistieron. Durante el siglo XVII, la comunidad judía creció tanto que el espacio en las casas de oración se volvió insuficiente, requiriendo la renta de espacio en casas particulares, una práctica que continuó durante generaciones.

🇺🇸 The city of Monastir, located on the ancient Via Egnatia route, was conquered by the Ottomans in 1381-1382, marking the beginning of a period of Turkish rule that lasted until 1912. By the end of the 15th century, Sephardic Jews expelled from Spain settled in Monastir, where Romaniote Jews had already been living since Roman times. The Sephardic Jews formed two separate communities, the Aragonese and the Portuguese, with independent synagogues that often faced disputes. In the 16th century, Monastir had about 1,500 houses, 200 of which were owned by Jews. By 1889, the city had 31,257 inhabitants, with 5,500 Jews. The Jewish community in Monastir thrived due to its expertise in commerce and textile-related trades, establishing strong commercial ties throughout the Ottoman Empire. In the late 16th century, a fire destroyed the Aragonese and Portuguese synagogues, leading to the reconstruction of a joint synagogue. However, tensions between the two communities persisted. During the 17th century, the Jewish community grew so much that the space in the prayer houses became insufficient, requiring the renting of space in private homes, a practice that continued for generations.

[acidgirl]

[ringneckedpheasant]

i feel like i’m never going to figure out how solas fits into ahwt like ive been thinking about this semi-regularly for yearrrssssssss & i have no idea how he & kiernan would hook up in a town of like 2000 people in 90s fantasy texas. i can’t just make them both work at dairy queen

[eopederson]

Penitentes, Zamora, 2011.

¡Semana Santa!

These sculptures are in front of a museum celebrating Semana Santa in Zamora, a city known for its elaborate processions during Holy Week.