#casa mila

[wgm-beautiful-world]

CASA MILA - BARCELONA

[hsundholm]

Gate of Casa Milá by Henrik Sundholm Via Flickr: The famous Casa Milá, otherwise known as La Pedrera, "The Quarry", by architect Antoni Gaudí.

[weifeili95]

arches of gaudi

[allthatisnowlandwasoncethesky]

[sheltiechicago]

Casa Mila (La Pedrera) by ITURRATE Via Flickr: BARCELONA

[harminder]

🏯 Courtyard view at La Pedrera (Casa Milà) 🇪🇸

[blodbranddod]

Gaudi.

[travelhagiasophia]

Book Barcelona attraction tickets on My Barcelona Pass and enjoy easy booking with 24/7 support. Skip long queues at multiple attractions and get guided tours.

[offtheleashart]

Gaudi's Barcelona

The works Antoni Gaudi, from a towering cathedral to a simple street lamp. #barcelona #Gaudi #SagradaFamilia

[masahikohigashi]

Information: Day: December 28, 2022. Entrance from 11:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. (last admission), Gaudi Hall closing at 9:00 p.m. At the main entrance (Passeig de Gràcia, 92, Barcelona) you only need to communicate your participation in the MADS event. LA PEDRERA staff will take you to the Sala Gaudí.   Admission to the BRAIN CAKE exhibition will be completely free. If you are interested in visiting the entire building and then the other architectural spaces, you must purchase a ticket. So, all we have left to do is wait for the big day! We are all buzzing here! Unreleased footage and photo reports will be available on the 28th, so that those who cannot come to the venue can comfortably watch the film. The following is a GoogleMaps link for those who live nearby, https://goo.gl/maps/dbSNkLhgDpiYYiqn8 La Pedrera https://www.lapedrera.com/en

have a Happy Christmas!

25December2022

日：2022年12月28日 入場時間：11:00～20:00（最終入場）、ガウディホール閉館時間：21:00 正面玄関（Passeig de Gràcia, 92, Barcelona）では、MADSのイベントであることを伝えるだけでよいです。LA PEDRERAのスタッフがサラ・ガウディにご案内します。BRAIN CAKE展の入場は完全無料です。建物全体、つまり他の建築空間を見学する場合は、チケットの購入が必要になります。BRAIN CAKE展は、みんなでワイワイガヤガヤ! 28日には未公開映像やフォトレポートが公開されるので、会場に来られない方も快適に鑑賞できるようです。以下、近くにお住まいの方のために、GoogleMapsのリンクを添付しておきます。 https://goo.gl/maps/dbSNkLhgDpiYYiqn8

La Pedrera https://www.lapedrera.com/en

それでは、素敵なクリスマスを！

[wgm-beautiful-world]

LA PEDRERA - CASA MILÀ - ESPAÑA

[buscandoelparaiso]

volevo applaudire udogie e scalvini perche nonostante la poca esperienza internazionale hanno giocato molto bene e si sono presentati davanti ad avversari cessi temibili senza nessuna paura

[mewhenimanangel]

moon river, miles morales x reader

pairing: earth 42!miles morales x spider!reader

synopsis: after spending the night with your friends and a scare from a spider, you woke up the next morning to an unwelcome surprise

wc: 2.7k

warnings!: swearing, suggestive themes violence, sexual harrassment, google translate spanish

translations: princesa - princess, tu mamá en casa? - your mom home?

part 1 ♱, next ♱

you were walking down the street with your friends mila and serenity, bags in hand from the bodega down the block. "let's take a picture real quick" serenity said, taking out her phone. just then your eyes flicked down to see a spider crawling on your arm, to which you screamed out "get it off me get it off me! oh my god!" you were practically crying at this point. spiders were not something you played with, at all.

your friends flicked it off you, laughing at the way you were screaming. "don't play with me i know you seen how big that motherfucker was. like ew" you rolled your eyes. pretty soon you were at your building and you said bye to your friends, entering your apartment. "mommy i'm home!" you shouted out. "hey nas" you said hi to your little brother sitting on the couch watching gumball. "hey." he flatly replied. "where's mommy?" you asked taking a sip of the arizona you'd just bought.

"i don't know she went somewhere with her friends. told me to tell you." he answered. you mumbled an alright before heading to your room. you got your stuff together for a shower and when you came back and got dressed again, you heard your window unlock and lift open. you darted your attention to the window, ready to grab a weapon.

you calmed down once you saw a familiar head of two braids. "miles i almost beat your ass" you sighed putting the knife you kept in your dresser back. he scoffed "as if you could. i'm untouchable princesa" he closed the window behind him and made his way over to you.

he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into into a kiss. you smiled against his lips and held his face. "tu mamá en casa?" he asked, pulling away for a second. you shook your head no "good" he said pulling you back into the kiss. his hands traveled down to your ass, both hands on each cheek squeezing. thank god for your tiny boy shorts.

he tapped your thigh telling you to jump up. you followed instructions and wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. he moved over to your bed, gently dropping you down. he moved in between your thighs and kissed your neck, sucking on a spot he knew you liked earning a small mewl from you.

you pushed him away "okay wait my mom might not be home but nasir is" you told him. "oh alright" he said moving away not before pressing pecks all over your face and lips. he got up and went to your door going out into the living room, you following behind. "yo lil man!" miles said going over to where nas was sitting. he jumped down from the chair "miles!" he exclaimed running up to him. they did their secret handshake while you went to fill your bottle with water.

"nas did you shower and everything yet?" you asked your brother. "uh huh" he answered pulling away from miles' hug. "how come miles is here?" nas asked you. "just had to come see my girl. and my favorite lil bro" he smiled, walking back over to you. "we're gonna go in my room okay nas, are you good out here?" you asked the boy making sure the front door was locked and the lights were off. "yeah i'm okay"

getting back to your room, you turned your lights off and your fairy lights on. you got in your bed and pulled out your laptop, miles following after getting settled between your thighs. "what episode were we on again?" you asked him. you had forced him to start watching gossip girl with you a few weeks ago and even though he refused, he wound up getting more interested in it than you. you put on the show and he grabbed a hello kitty wrapping it in his arms.

you played with his hair and just watched him. it was a little funny actually, for someone with such a hard exterior to be hugging a hello kitty teddy bear wrapped up in your rose patterned sheets.

when miles' dad died two years ago it really took a toll on him. he became extremely distant, skipping school for days at a time. sometimes a whole week would go by where he didn't talk to you at all. his dad died during a bank robbery, getting shot multiple times while trying to save the hostages. four years ago, the spider-man of your city died getting beaten to death by kingpin and ever since then brooklyn's crime rates have only gotten worse. miles' dad was really the last drop of genuine goodness in the local police department.

eventually though, miles came back around, deeply apologetic for staying away from you. you of course told him it was alright and you guys got back into the swing of things. when he got lost in the darkness, you became his light.

you eventually fell asleep, miles staying in between your legs and when you woke up the next morning he was gone. he sent a text around three saying he had to go to work and he was sorry to leave. whatever job he had seemed to be very demanding, whenever you brought it up he would brush it off saying it wasn't that big of a deal and you didn't need to worry. you never pressed too much about it not wanting to drive him away again so you dismissed it.

you got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth, but when you were done, the toothbrush wouldn't let go. you tried your best to shake it off your hand, using your other hand to pull it off only for it to get stuck too. your thoughts were so loud you thought someone was screaming at you. "what the hell?" you whispered. you scraped the toothbrush off on the side of the sink. you opened the door only for your hand to get stuck to the knob too. "fuck man what's going on!" you shouted. your mom came and opened the door for you. "n/n what the hell are you screaming in my house for" she said narrowing her eyes at you.

"i don't know my hands keep sticking to things and i have a huge headache." you replied pulling your hand off the knob, it coming off the door. "girl what the hell is going on!" your mom said picking up the knob. "i don't even know?! i can fix it later!" you said rushing to your room.

alright you had to figure out what the fuck was going on. your eyes landed on a comic book nas must've left in your room: spider-man. you'd read them before obviously, you furrowed your eyebrows. no there's no way that's what was going on. you thought back to the spider that landed on you last night, quickly checking your arm to see a small rash where it landed. there was a small string of web inside it, you pulled it out and examined it. no fucking way.

you grabbed the comic book and read through it, how was it even possible for two spiders, your world already had one. you aimed for a plushie that sat in your desk chair, you copied the finger motions in the comic and shot a web out. your eyes almost bulged out of your head when it soon came shooting out of your wrist. "holy fuck.." you breathed out.

walking over to a wall in your room that was relatively bare you pressed your palm up against it, it sticking. you pressed your foot up next and began crawling up your wall. soon you were on your roof, your curls flipping upside down. out of nowhere your fingers began popping off one by one and you fell to the floor, hitting your waist on the side of your dresser. "ow fuck!" you yelled, groaning as you rubbed your side.

"alright for real what is going on with you this morning? you alright?" your mom said barging into your room. "y-yeah i just tripped and hit my side" you groaned. "alright well come eat, i made eggs and pancake" she told you, walking off.

after breakfast you ran to your closet to change into an outfit. "not this shit again" you grumbled tugging on the door, all of a sudden the door popped off the hinges making you let out a gasp. your mom was gonna kill you if you kept destroying her house like this.

struggling to get into your baggy jeans and some random t shirt, you told your mom you were heading out and you kept the comic in your handbag, taking it out to read more while on the subway. the same thing was happening to peter parker in the book, he stopped the unwanted sticking by finding something to relax him. one thing that always relaxed you was your music, so you popped in your earbuds and put some on.

you reached your destination, begrudgingly walking up the stairs of may parker's house. the door opened and you saw the woman who's nephew was in the news four years ago. you had researched where to find her and looked up her address online. you hate to track down this lady and bring up old news about her dead nephew but if anyone knew how to help right now, it was her.

"h-hi, um i know you don't know me but my name is y/n" you said nervously tapping your nails. "hello, how can i help you?" she asked with a smile. "um im sorry to bother you but i was wondering if i could talk to you about peter parker...spider-man" you asked in a small voice. the lady's face dropped and she stepped back beginning to close the door. "wait! please i'm not sure what's going on but i think the same thing that happened to him is happening to me!" you frantically spoke. that caught her attention as she opened the door again.

"what do you mean?" may asked raising an eyebrow. "um i got bit by a spider last night and then this morning i woke up with the sticking, the strength, the loud thoughts. i even shot a web out of my fricking wrist earlier." you explained. "please i know you don't know me but i don't know who else to turn to" you pleaded. she looked at you for a moment, seemingly taking in all the information you just spewed at her. "follow me" she spoke up after a minute.

you followed her through her house, leading out back to a shed. you furrowed your eyebrows wondering where the hell she had taken you. "u-uh where are we going?" you asked. "just trust me" she said, suddenly the shed turned into an elevator and within seconds you were way underground. your jaw dropped seeing all the high tech spider technology scattered around the room. there were suits and gadgets you'd recognized, others you didn't.

"listen, i don't frequent this place as much as i used to for...obvious reasons. but, if you're gonna take on the challenge of becoming new york's next spider-man, i wanna help ya out." she told you. "w-wait i never said i would become the next spider-man." she suddenly began measuring parts of your body and your height. "can you fight?" she asked. "yeah my uncle owns a boxing gym and he takes me there a lot" you answered, confused. "do you know how to shoot your webs?" she asked again, taking your arm in her hand, examining the microscopic hole in your wrists.

"uh i've only shot one? i don't even know how i did it" you admitted. "i'll get started on your suit and your web shooters" she said moving over to a desk in the corner. "hey i never said i was gonna become the next spider-man" you said following behind her. "listen, kiddo. you've been chosen to get these powers. now i don't know how because based on what i've seen there's not supposed to be two in one universe. but you have these powers now and you're going to have you use them. i know it's a lot to ask of you to suddenly start taking care of our city, you're just a young girl. i don't know how and i don't know why but these powers were given to you, and with great power comes great responsibility." she told you.

you didn't say anything just taking in what she told you, eyebrows furrowed. you were only looking for a way to get rid of these powers or subdue them, you weren't ready to become some spider-man copy. "listen, think about it. i'm gonna go ahead and make what you're gonna need. come back tomorrow after school if you think you're up for it." may told you, you nodded your head.

she showed you back to the front door and you said your goodbyes. you had really big decision to make, the words 'with great power comes great responsibility' ringing loudly over and over in your head.

you stayed out the whole day deciding to do some damage to your wallet. you were already out and you were stressed so why not? it was getting a little late and you decided it was time to head home. you tensed up and your ears rung, hearing people argue in some back alley.

"nate get off of me!" a girl's voice said. the guy ignored her cries and kept pushing himself onto her, wrapping a hand around her neck. "nate!" she yelled out gripping at his hands to pry them off. you quickly ran over and dropped your bags on the ground. "yo you stupid fuck she said to get off!" you shouted. he looked over and scoffed "yeah and what are you gonna do?"

"god i fucking hate motherfuckers like you. dirty nasty men thinking you can get anything you want. turning women into subjects of your torture just to get your tiny little dick wet" you spat making your way closer to him. he threw the girl on the wall and walked over to you "why don't you mind your own fucking business and get out of here" he said getting ready to push you, you grabbing his wrists before he could. man these powers came in handy.

you twisted his arm around his back and slammed him into a wall. the girl he was bothering ran back and watched as you beat him up, sending punch after punch to his face. you already knew how to fight but this super strength was real useful.

finally you figured he had enough and grabbed your bags. you looked around for the girl again but it seemed she'd already ran off, you grabbed your shopping bags and went home leaving nate in the alley.

the next day at school all you could think about was your powers and your new found responsibilities. after your altercation with that guy you realized that you could help so many more people if you went through with becoming spider-man.

you hopped off the bus and walked up to may's front door, knocking. she opened the door with a smirk on her face "knew you'd be back" she said opening the door further for you to come in.

you got down to her secret basement, her opening a chest and showing you the contents. you saw a spider mask staring back at you. you pulled it out of the chest, gawking at the black suit with a light pink spider on the chest, intricate designs resembling webs on the sides and on the back. the eyes of the spider mask had a light pink outline and your web shooters a matching shade. “why don’t we head upstairs to try it on?” she asked, happy you seemed to like her work.

you quickly slipped out of your school uniform and into the spider suit. it fit like a glove, fabric strong enough to protect you but thin enough for you to stick. you tugged the mask down and admired your look in the mirror. “ya like it?” she asked, smiling. “i-i love it! it’s so me. i just don’t understand how you did all this so quickly.” you said tugging at the fabric.

“hey i know my way around some machines.” she laughed. “come on, i’ll show you everything you need to know”

[falcemartello]

Stamattina vorrei occupare la casa del mio vicino che è andato al mare e picchiare con una mazza un paio di persone che non la pensano come me. Secondo voi me la trovano una poltrona a 18 mila euro al mese se lo faccio?

Tommaso Cerno

[et3rnauta]

Se avete cinque minuti, leggete fino alla fine questo articolo. Astutillo Malgioglio, per gli amici Tito, era il portiere di riserva dell’Inter di Trapattoni, quella dello scudetto dei record. Nel 1987 lo andai ad intervistare per Il Giorno, il quotidiano per cui allora lavoravo, a Piacenza. Avevo saputo che Malgioglio, allora 29enne, aveva aperto vicino a casa una palestra per la rieducazione motoria dei bambini cerebrolesi; aveva chiamato la struttura ERA 77 (acronimo di Elena, il nome della figlia nata appunto nel 1977, di Raffaella, la moglie, e di Astutillo) e coadiuvato dalla moglie prestava questo servizio gratuitamente mettendo a disposizione tutto il suo tempo libero. Per questa intervista vinsi un premio a Como, che mi venne consegnato da Pierluigi Marzorati, il campione della Pallacanestro Cantù, somma che girai immediatamente all’Unicef. Malgioglio mi raccontò cose bellissime e bruttissime. Cose vere. Mi raccontò che stava facendo tutto questo da 7-8 anni ma a fari spenti, quasi in incognito: perché non era buona cosa, per come andavano le cose nel mondo del pallone, che un calciatore professionista si distraesse con pensieri (o attività) inutili o bizzarre come, appunto, aiutare il prossimo. A meno di non incontrare sulla propria strada due persone come Nils Liedholm e Sven Goran Eriksson, come capitò a Tito nei due anni alla Roma dall’83 all’85, che convinsero Dino Viola a mettere a disposizione di Malgioglio, nel tempo libero, la palestra di Trigoria, per permettergli di fare anche a Roma quel che aveva cominciato a fare a Piacenza. Mi raccontò che l’Associazione Calciatori, sul suo giornale, aveva aperto una sottoscrizione tra tutti gli iscritti (gli oltre mille calciatori di serie A, serie B, serie C1 e serie C2) per raccogliere fondi a favore dell’attività di Tito; e che alla fine il ricavato era stato di 700 mila lire, che con un certo imbarazzo l’AIC aveva provveduto a fargli avere. Mi raccontò, soprattutto, che un giorno alla Pinetina Jurgen Klinsmann lo aveva avvicinato e gli aveva chiesto come mai finiti gli allenamenti lo vedesse andarsene, sempre, così di fretta a Piacenza. Tito gli aveva spiegato il perché e Klinsmann gli aveva detto: domani vengo con te, voglio vedere con i miei occhi quello che fai. Klinsmann mantenne la promessa. Salì sul maggiolino scassato di Malgioglio, andò con lui a Piacenza, passo l’intero pomeriggio a guardare Tito assistere i bambini cerebrolesi. Poi, prima di risalire sul maggiolino per farsi riportare a Milano, sfilò di tasca il libretto degli assegni e senza dire una parola scrisse 70 milioni (settanta milioni), staccò l’assegno e lo consegnò al compagno. Aveva gli occhi lucidi. Come quelli di Malgioglio". [Paolo Ziliani da Il Fatto Quotidiano]

[pettirosso1959]

A CHE SERVE L’UNIFIL?

La storia è nota. Migliaia di profughi della Guerra dei 6 Giorni vengono accolti dalla Giordania. Ma presto si dimenticano di essere ospiti di uno Stato. Girano per le strade armati e senza documenti, organizzano posti di blocco per raccogliere non meglio specificate tasse per la causa palestinese, perquisiscono i civili giordani, cercano di convincerli ad entrare nell’OLP nonostante siano soggetti alla leva militare giordana, rivendicano la competenza dell’OLP per i reati commessi in territorio giordano. Insomma, vogliono uno Stato nello Stato.

Quando nel 1970 questi profughi armati cercano addirittura di rovesciare re Husayn, la Giordania reagisce pesantemente. È il «Settembre Nero». Scoppia una guerra civile che durerà un anno. L’OLP sdogana la pratica degli scudi umani, che causano decine di migliaia di morti tra i civili, che per i miliziani islamici sono martiri. Rimarranno uccisi circa 6 mila guerriglieri. Gli altri si rifugeranno in Libano, dove li aspettano 100 mila profughi della Nakba, che non vedono l’ora di regolare i conti con Israele.

Le fazioni palestinesi si stanziano nel sud del Libano. E incominciano a fare il tiro a segno sulle città della Galilea. Di tanto in tanto sconfinano in Israele per compiere mattanze, come quella dell’11 marzo 1978, in cui muoiono 37 cittadini israeliani, tra cui 13 bambini.

Israele non resta a guardare. Il 14 marzo 30 mila soldati dell’IDF invadono il Libano ricacciando in una settimana l’OLP al di là del fiume Leonte, perdendo soltanto 20 uomini contro i 1000 dell’OLP, oltre a 3000 civili. In pochi giorni si riunisce il Consiglio di Sicurezza ONU, che emana la Risoluzione n. 425, con cui viene intimato ad Israele di ritirarsi, perché a calmare le acque ci penserà appunto l’UNIFIL, la Forza Multinazionale.

Questo UNIFIL, oltre ad assistere la popolazione civile, ha il compito di aiutare il Libano a ristabilire la propria sovranità, calpestata dai gruppi palestinesi che utilizzano il sud per lanciare attacchi a Israele. E dovrà coadiuvarlo nel disarmo delle milizie palestinesi. Il Consiglio di Sicurezza vuole che Israele se ne torni a casa, ma tra la linea blu e il fiume Leonte non dovrà rimanere neppure un Fedayyn con una scacciacani.

Israele si ritira. Ma sia l’esercito del Libano che l’UNIFIL non combinano nulla, a parte fare la guardia ai cedri millenari. Cacciate dall’IDF, nel giro di un anno le milizie palestinesi si ripresentano nel sud più agguerrite che mai. Nel frattempo Komeini è salito al potere ed è nata la sanguinosa Hezbollah, che riprende lo sport preferito dei guerriglieri islamici: i razzi verso la Galilea. Tanto che Israele è costretto nel 1982 a invadere ancora.

Sarà sempre la stessa storia, con ulteriore replica nel 2006. Da quasi mezzo secolo, nel rispetto delle decisioni del Consiglio di Sicurezza, ogni volta Israele lascia il Libano attendendo invano la bonifica proclamata dall’ONU, ossia il disarmo completo di ogni gruppo armato nel sud. Le successive quattro risoluzioni del Consiglio di Sicurezza continuano a rimanere lettera morta.

Israele ha appena invaso per la quarta volta il Libano nel tentativo di sbaragliare Hezbollah, foraggiato dall’Iran che gli manda armi attraverso la Siria, sotto lo sguardo non troppo severo proprio di quelli dell’UNIFIL, che in tutti questi anni hanno visto sotto il naso spuntare come funghi kilometri di tunnel come quelli di Gaza. Ora Hezbollah, secondo una tecnica ormai collaudata, si è ritirata a ridosso della forza multinazionale, sulla quale Israele, visti i precedenti, ripone ben poca fiducia. Ma volendo chiudere i conti con il Partito di Dio una volta per tutte, Israele sta entrando in un pesante conflitto con la forza multinazionale, che non vuole saperne di andarsene, almeno per ora.

Ma se l’UNIFIL è stato inviato nel sud del Libano dal Consiglio di Sicurezza ONU per disarmare qualsiasi milizia ostile a Israele, visti i fallimenti dell’ultimo mezzo secolo, per quale motivo Israele non dovrebbe esigere che l’UNIFIL svolga il compito per cui è stato creato? «Se non ci pensate voi, ci pensiamo noi» avrebbe detto Herzl Halevi, capo di stato maggiore dell’esercito israeliano.

Antonello Tomanelli.