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Răspuns la un articol Vice despre bărbații care își scot prezervativul fără acordul femeii.
#stiu un caz care nu numai ca a refuzat sa isi asume orice responsabilitate ci a si mintit la greu si incercat sa manipuleze in continuare#plus ca dupa s-a ascuns dupa o casatorie grabita cu una dintre side pieces#mi-e sila
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I am speechless from joy! I can't go immediately check it out but I am !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Gladiators/Spartacus (the ‘Let us entertain you!’ remix) Creator: ??? Work Type: Fic Work URL:https://archiveofourown.org/works/56373799 Remixee Name: Dylan_M Link to Work Remixed:https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/2140937 Pairings: Gwaine/Percival Length: 2,351 Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: N/A Notes: [I hope you like it, Dylan! I went through all of your pieces to find inspiration, but this one really stuck with me. It’s so gorgeous (I’m biased though, all of your work is) and I LOVE Ancient Rome. It was a pleasure to remix this. Once names are revealed, I will add more.] Summary: Percival and Gwaine had been forced to fight each other for entertainment. Now, Percival was being ordered to take his opponent’s life.
That wasn’t going to happen.
#moss text#reblod addendum#fate conto che sono uscita un attimo per calmarmi#ma c'era un rospo bellissimo quindi sono andata ancora più su di giri#io = literal victorian woman who gets too agitated and needs a medic#mi avrebbero dato tanto di quell'oppio#invece nel 2024 posso ingollare melatonina e dormire se dio vuole#happy happy happy cat dance#ci tornerò#ma dopo l'hit emotivo di Silas oggi sono KO#no emotional spoons#I'm just#a squeezed lemon rn#and I want to give THIS all the attention it deserves *__*
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Oggi qui è arrivata la buriana, la tempesta perfetta, piove e tira vento che sembra di stare a Capo Horn, abbiamo chiuso i boccaporti e ammainato le vele, orzato gli orzaioli e sodomizzato gli ombrinali, siamo pronti per affrontare la tormenta. In poche ore cadrà la pioggia che normalmente cade in un secolo, è come se su un letto a due piazze si riversassero in una volta sola le intere cascate del Niagara: la Sila ci osserva imponente avvolta nelle brume, dal ventre di Erebor sale sinistro il ruggito di Smaug (va be', mi sono fatto prendere un po' la mano...).
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*After a bit of reluctance, Themis gets up from her seat, goes up to the stand, and reads the confession of Hercule Curieux.*
Themis: “It was quite immaterial. I take the sleeping tablets and have acquired a certain tolerance. The dose that would send Crowe to sleep would have little effect on me. With the greatest of difficulty, I put him in my wheelchair, then, when the coast was clear, I wheeled him to his room. You will not have realized, Themis, that recently I have taken to wearing a false mustache. Even Sonia does not know that. I put on the dressing gown of Crowe, tapped on your door, then went into his bathroom. Presently, I heard you open your door. I left the bathroom and returned into the room of Crowe, locking the door behind me. I lay him on his bed. I had a pistol, which on two occasions I had placed ostentatiously on the dressing table of Crowe when he was out, so that he would have seen it. I put the key into the pocket of his dressing gown and locked the door from the outside with a duplicate I had made, then returned to my room and began writing this. I played the game, as you English say. I gave to you the clues and every chance to discover the truth, pointing you towards Mr.X, Silas Crowe himself. My only weakness was to shoot him in the center of his forehead and not in his temple, but I could not bring myself to produce an effect so lopsided. That, mon ami, is my nature, and should have told to you the truth.”
“Take my advice for the last time. Tell to Mademoiselle DeCrescendo all that I have said, that you also might have murdered Crowe , had there been no watchful Curieux to stop you. Take the nightmare away, and show how Crowe, not Edward, was responsible for the death of her husband.”
“ I have no more to say. Am I justified in what I have done? I do not know. I do not believe that a man should take the law into his own hands... but by taking the life of Crowe, have I not saved others? I have always been so sure, but now...”
“When the moment comes, I will not try to save myself, but humbly offer my soul to God and pray for His mercy. It is for Him to decide. Ah, Themis and Sonia, my dear friends. They were good days. Yes... they have been good days.”
[Sonia]
...
(Hai fatto una cosa orribile per una buona ragione.)
(Mi dispiace che sia finita così......ma il mio obiettivo è trovare la verità, e la verità è ciò che otterranno!)
...Is that evidence enough? Or do you need more than this?
Your honor, are you ready for the verdict...?
[Sonia]
...
(You did a horrible thing for a good reason.)
(I'm sorry it had to end this way......but my goal is to find the truth, and the truth is what they'll get!)
#//ah yes#//there's the obligatory emotional destruction...#Ace Attorney#Tgaa#Tgaa OC#Sonia DeCrescendo#Translated For Your Convenience#//...I say that like I didn't follow it up with the most A Series of Unfortunate Events-Style dialogue I've ever written.#Coda DeCrescendo#//More parallel highlighting yay. Also a tagging fix where I tag the paralleled character. Why? ...good question
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Gabinete Telegráfico. Ministerio de la Gobernación. Madrid. España
18 de noviembre de 1945.
Mi querido primo Armando.
Hace días estoy por contestarte tu afectuosa carta, pero he estado tan sumamente ocupada terminando a la carrera mi último film «Tánger» antes que el «peligro de expansión» (debido al bebé que estoy esperando en Febrero) sea más obvio, y cuando regresaba a casa estaba tan fatigada que todo lo que podía hacer era comer y dormir. Pero a Dios gracias, terminé el film ayer y estoy libre ahora para descansar y escribir a mi familia y amigos y preparar la mursey para el baby.
Naturalmente Jean Pierre y yo estamos extáticos con el bendito evento. Lamento decirte que tu carta de Canarias no ha llegado, tal vez se perdió, así que dame otra vez la información que en ella me dabas, tengo al respecto una enorme curiosidad.
Estos son los nombres de mis hermanos y fecha de nacimiento:
Isidoro Rafael Gracia y Vidal, 3 de abril de 1911.
Aquilino Mario Gracia y Vidal, Mayo 14 1914.
Joaquín David Gracia y Vidal, Agosto 26 1915.
Luis Antonio Gracia y Vidal, Junio 10 1923.
Jaime Enrique Gracia y Vidal, Agosto 24 1925.
Nacidos en Barahona- Republica Dominicana.
Nombre de mi mamá: María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas.
No dejes de mandarme una copia del árbol genealógico, y toda la información respecto a la familia Gracia.
¡Qué viaje tan bonito te distes de vacaciones!
Mi hermano Aquilino, que es un chico muy bien, se casará en diciembre con una chica andaluza llamada Mary […] de Haro, muy graciosa y llena de chispa, y después ellos van a venir a buscar trabajo y fortuna en Norte América y le deja el negocio de la familia a Isidoro y Joaquín. Jaime y Luis están en la Universidad estudiando. Yo tengo intensiones de mandar a mamá a España a fines del año entrante cosa de que Jaime, Luis y Teresita (la más pequeña de nosotros y una preciosa chiquilla) tengan una buena oportunidad de estudiar en una gran Universidad española. ¿Es la vida muy cara allá en Madrid? ¿Cómo es Zaragoza, hay buena Universidad allá?
Te agradecería infinito si me das detalles al respecto —cuánto cuesta al mes en Madrid o Zaragoza un apartamento chico o una casa bien de alquiler, y qué tal es la vida por allá, adónde está la mejor Universidad y qué clase de clima se goza.
No te olvides en tu próxima de darme las direcciones de mi familia de Canarias, me gustaría escribirles unas carticas y dame detalles de cuántos quedan, si están casados, o solteros […].
Te diré que Adita, Consuelo y Lucita son unas holgazanas de mil diablos, así que perdónalas si no te escriben, ellas son unas corresponsales pésimas, pero te quieren y recuerdan siempre con sincero afecto.
Lo que me dices de mi popularidad en España me halaga mucho y me hace feliz.
Naturalmente yo estoy imposibilitada de viajar por un tiempo, pero después de febrero tomaré unas vacaciones e iré a Europa más cuando Jean Pierre regresará a Francia a filmar una película en francés, esto si Dios y la Metro […] (el trabajo para la M. G. M.) así […] que entonces te veré.
Mi suegro no llegó a Madrid por eso no te llamó.
Mi esposo acaba de terminar un film con Ginger Rogers llamado «Latido del Corazón» (Hearbeat) y comienza en diciembre un film en tecnicolor sobre la vida de Rimsky Korsakov, lo cual lo tiene muy contento.
¿Quiénes son ahora los novelistas de moda en España? Los mejores libros? Dime, pues aquí nada se oye al respecto, y me gustaría saberlo.
El primo Aquilino está lo más tristón, tengo entendido; como sabes, se casó con una dominicana (no de alto rasgo social […]) y la chica se le volvió loca al dar a luz, ¡el pobre!
¿Qué te cuentas de nuevo?
Yo acabo de firmar un magnífico contrato con la Universal por siete años con todas las cláusulas que yo quería, lo cual es una buena noticia, ¿eh?
A mí me gusta mucho mi último film «Tánger»; en ella soy una madrileña y bailarina, es una película moderna y de intriga […], y en ella tengo trajes preciosos […]; mis galanes son Robert Paige y Preston Foster. No te olvides mandarme todos los detalles respecto a nuestro abolengo. Cariñosos recuerdos a Isidoro —las muchachas te saludan y lo mismo Jean Pierre.
Cariñosamente,
María.
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Telegraph Cabinet. Ministry of the Interior. Madrid. Spain
November 18, 1945.
My dear cousin Armando.
I've been about to answer your affectionate letter for days, but I've been so extremely busy rushing to finish my latest film "Tangier" before the "danger of expansion" (due to the baby I'm expecting in February) becomes more obvious, and when I got home I was so tired that all I could do was eat and sleep. But thank God, I finished the film yesterday and I'm free now to rest and write to my family and friends and prepare the mursey for the baby.
Naturally Jean Pierre and I are ecstatic with the blessed event. I'm sorry to tell you that your letter from the Canary Islands has not arrived, perhaps it was lost, so give me the information you gave me again, I am extremely curious about it.
These are my siblings' names and date of birth:
Isidoro Rafael Gracia y Vidal, April 3, 1911.
Aquilino Mario Gracia y Vidal, May 14, 1914.
Joaquín David Gracia y Vidal, August 26, 1915.
Luis Antonio Gracia y Vidal, June 10, 1923.
Jaime Enrique Gracia y Vidal, August 24, 1925.
Born in Barahona- Dominican Republic.
My mother's name: María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas.
Be sure to send me a copy of the family tree, and all the information regarding the Gracia family.
What a beautiful vacation trip you took!
My brother Aquilino, who is a very good boy, will marry in December an Andalusian girl named Mary […] de Haro, very funny and full of spark, and then they are going to come to look for work and fortune in North America and he leaves the family business to Isidoro and Joaquín. Jaime and Luis are at the University studying. I have intentions of sending mom to Spain at the end of next year so that Jaime, Luis and Teresita (the youngest of us and a beautiful little girl) have a good opportunity to study at a great Spanish University. Is life very expensive there in Madrid? What is Zaragoza like, is there a good university there?
I would be extremely grateful if you could give me details about it—how much a small apartment or a good rental house costs per month in Madrid or Zaragoza, and what life is like there, where the best university is and what kind of climate is there.
Don't forget to give me the addresses of my family in the Canary Islands next time, I would like to write them some letters and give me details of how many are left, if they are married, or single […].
I will tell you that Adita, Consuelo and Lucita are lazy as hell, so forgive them if they don't write to you, they are terrible correspondents, but they love you and always remember you with sincere affection.
What you tell me about my popularity in Spain flatters me a lot and makes me happy.
Naturally I am unable to travel for a while, but after February I will take a vacation and go to Europe more when Jean Pierre will return to France to film a film in French, this is if God and the Metro […] (the work for the M. G. M. ) so […] then I'll see you.
My father-in-law did not arrive in Madrid that is why he did not call you.
My husband just finished a film with Ginger Rogers called "Hearbeat" and is starting a Technicolor film on the life of Rimsky Korsakov in December, which makes him very happy.
Who are the fashionable novelists in Spain now? The best books? Tell me, because here nothing is heard about it, and I would like to know.
Cousin Aquilino is really sad, I understand; As you know, he married a Dominican woman (not of high social character […]) and the girl went crazy when she gave birth, poor thing!
What news have you got?
I just signed a magnificent contract with Universal for seven years with all the clauses I wanted, which is good news, right?
I really like my last film “Tangier”; In it I am a Madrid native and a dancer, it is a modern and intriguing film […], and in it I have beautiful costumes […]; My boyfriends are Robert Paige and Preston Foster. Don't forget to send me all the details regarding our ancestry. Fond regards to Isidoro—the girls greet you and so does Jean Pierre.
Lovingly,
Maria.
~*~*~*~
This transcription is possible thanks to @74paris who sent me a document called “Los orígenes turolenses y canarios de la actriz de Hollywood María Montez” written by María Victória Hernández Pérez, courtesy of Cabildo de la Palma.
Now I have some comments to do...
Maria Montez writes her mum's name as "María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas", this fact makes more difficult to trace María Montez mother's family line and even in some biographies María Montez name is wrong listed. Maria's mum real name was Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio.
Now, according to Tom Zimmerman, in his book “The Queen of Technicolor. Maria Montez in Hollywood”:
I've never heard that Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio had Dutch roots, as far as I know she was creole, but nothing else can be found, even if you look at her family tree nothing is known about her ancestors... but why Maria lied about her mums surnames and always told she was so pround of her father being Spanish? I think she wanted to protect her mother from fame, paparazzis? who knows ... she kept that secret with her...
The other striking information is that Maria Montez doesn't give the correct birthdate of her youngest brother Jaime Enrique. Little is known about him as the films were he is supposed to work are really hard to find and checking his passing date and age, the date her sister Maria gave doesn't fit. It's a very known fact that she changed her birthday in all her Hollywood contracts just to make everybody think she was younger - this was a normal thing to do in the 40s just to get a nice contract - and for the same reason, I guess she doesn't give to her close-cousin the birth dates of her sisters, but lying to him about the birth of her youngest brother seemed very strange to me, although it seems she did it deliberately.
Well, I hope little by little we will find more information about the Gracia Family and their ancestors.
#A nuestro primito Armando#Armando Gracia Sanfiel#Maria Montez#letter to Armando#Gracia Family#Jaime Gracia Vidal#Teresa Vidal Recio#Tom Zimmerman#The Queen of Technicolor. Maria Montez in Hollywood#Los orígenes turolenses y canarios de la actriz de Hollywood María Montez#María Victória Hernández Pérez#Cabildo de la Palma#collaboration#La Reina del Tecnicolor#The Queen of Technicolor#1945#1945 Maria#actress
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Kit Tanthalos x OC
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J: You mean She is Elora Danan ? The Elora Danan ?
Willow nods. I turn to Kit.
J: Didn’t expect that.
I lay my Hand around her Waist and she leans against me.
J: How you feelin’ ?
K: Good. Don’t worry about me.
J: I always Worry ‘bout you.
She rolls her eyes and gives my Cheek a kiss.
K: Well, you don’t have to. But I know you won’t stop.
J: You’re right ‘bout that.
I look at Elora.
G: So, you’re Elora Danan, huh ?
Elora looks at him.
E: Huh ?
G: I said you’re Elora Danan.
K: Alright, we don’t need to get Carried away. We don’t really know anything for sure.
W: It’s not safe here. Follow me.
We follow him into a Cave. It looks beautiful.
W: This is where we Live.
A girl comes to us.
?: Da ?
W: It’s ok. It’s Elora Danan.
She looks at Elora with big Eyes.
?: It is Elora Danan.
Willow shushes her.
?: You are Elora Danan.
She starts shaking her Hand and Doesn’t stop.
W: This Is my daughter Mims.
E: It’s Really nice to meet you.
Willow pushes her hand down.
Mi: I can’t believe you’re Really .. I can’t … Wait. You don’t Remember me, do you ?
E: Oh, Um…
Mi: I was the one who found you. Well, me and my brother, Ranon. It was the best thing I’ve ever done.
I look around more, not interested in the Conversation. Kit takes my Hand. I smile at her. She leans towards me.
K: This is a waste of time.
J: Hey, be nice. We want him to Help us.
Jade looks at us.
Ja: You Ok ?
I look at her and at Kit.
Ja: You just look a bit, um, Deranged.
K: Look Aryk is out there somewhere across the Shattered Sea. We don’t know what they’re doing to him or how much time he has. And It’s just .. I’m just really not in the Mood to learn about Nelwyn culture Right now.
I put my Arm around Her.
J: Well, we need his help.
We sit with the Villagers. Looking at Elora who sits on a little stage with a flower crown on her Head.
J: Really ?
Kit plays with my Hand.
K: I still think this is a waste of time.
J: I know. I want to find Aryk too. Y’know.
K: I know.
S: Attention ! Attention !
We look at Silas.
S: Come on guys, bums on seats. The High Aldwin will now Address the Village.
Nelwyn start to clap and Willow is brought in On a palanquin.
J: Are you kidding me ?
I look at Kit who looks just as Disturbed.
K: Bit much huh ?
J: Ya think ?
Willow gets off and on the Stage.
W: Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Good Brave People, we Nelwyn have seen our share of the World. We’ve suffered, sacrificed, grieved, toiled and endured. And that's just on the weekend.
No one says anything and Willow turns to Elora.
W: I like to try and loosen ‘em up a bit at the start.
I lean to Kit.
J: Well, that’s not working.
She nods.
W: Anyway, tonight, we rejoice. For that which I believe was lost, has been found. Elora Danan has come home.
The Nelwyn Cheer. I raise my Eyebrows and let out a puff of air.
W: Now some of you, if not most of you are probably wondering what this all means, and looking to me, your High Aldwin for answers. Which I will now Provide.
Elora slides closer to Willow and scrapes her Chair over the Floor loudly.
W: Ready ?
E: I don’t know what you’re about to do, but uh ..
W: I will consult the Bones.
The Nelwyn Ohh at that and I look at Kit.
J: What ?
She just shakes her head and raises her shoulders. Willow gets something out of his Pocket. It’s really bones. He shakes them in his hands. And then he throws them on the Floor. The nelwyn gasp.
W: Interesting. Hmm. There is a balance between all things. Light and Shadow. Good and Evil. Sweet and Spicy. When that balance is upset the universe corrects. The Crone’s influence Grows, forcing us into Hiding. And just when we were starting to lose Hope the Child of the Prophecy returns to fulfil her destiny. By Uniting the World against the Enemy in the Great war to come.
The Crowd Applauds. I lay my Hand around Kit’s waist and lay my Head on her shoulder.
?: When ?
W: MY Apprentice Karthy, who I was really sorta counting on for Unconditional support, wants to know when. Soon. Once Elora completes her Training. Now who else is Famished ?
K: Roughly, How long do you think that will take ?
J: Yeah we kinda have a Time limit here. Like 4 months or so for saving Aryk and other stuff.
W: Not long. I should think. Uh … Couple of weeks, or less, maybe. Depending on how much she already knows. Or rather how naturally the magic flows out of her.
The Crowd again Gasps. I lean to Kit and whisper in her Ear.
J: So this is a waste of time.
She nods.
W: Which I imagine will be pretty naturally considering, uh .. she’s the one.
A woman in the crowd speaks up.
?: Do the Finger test. She ought to be able to pass that.
The crowd starts chanting Finger Test and Kit does too. I chuckle and pull her arm down.
J: Love, stop that.
She smiles.
W: Alright, Shhhh.
He holds his hand Up in front of Elora's Face.
W: The power to control the World is in which finger ?
Elora hesitates. Then taps one and the Crowd Groans disappointed. Kit and I look at each other. The Nelwyn get up.
W: It’s Alright It doesn’t mean anything anyway. I got it wrong the First time, Remember.
I take Kit’s hand and we get up. The Nelwyn Hold a feast to celebrate Elora’s Return. We sit at a Table and Eat.
B: So, West huh ? Gnostic Hills, Nockmaar Badlands.
S: Nobody goes through Nockmaar. Go around to the North.
?: Or the South. Dependin’ on where you’re Goin’.
S: True. True. Especially if you wanna go through Manheim or Camryn, definitely go south.
?: Yes.
B: Still gotta go through the Wildwood over the Alkalynes, the Dragon’s Spine all that before you even reach the Eastern Coast of the Shattered Sea. And then who Knows what ? Huh ?
W: It’ll be a long arduous Journey.
B: One you’ve no doubt made before ?
W: Well, no ..
K: So, when can we leave ?
E: What are we Waiting for ?
Willow looks at Elora.
W: You’re not going anywhere. You Remain here and learn the Art.
E: Like hell I will.
W: You don’t understand what’s at stake. You’re Elora Danan, Last Blood of Kymeria…
E: Yeah and I still don’t know what that Means. Two Days ago, I left Tir Asleen for the First time in my Life. I crossed the Barrier and fled Bone Reavers. Now I have this weird clicking in my Jaw. But I did it all and I’d do it again to Save Aryk, not Take Wizard classes from you.
I look at her Impressed. I lean over to Kit.
J: Maybe they are Serious. Have you Noticed the bracelet she’s wearing ?
Kit looks at Elora's arm and then back at me.
E: Sorry. Look, you seem like really lovely people and we’re so grateful for you telling us where he is. But I’m going with them.
She gets up and Leaves.
J: Come.
Me and Kit get up and go to the Horses.
#kit tanthalos#kit tanthalos x reader#kit tanthalos x oc#willow#jade claymore#aryk tanthalos#elora danan#thraxus boorman#graydon hastur
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Un gol in stomac si o usoara greata. Mainile reci, usor transpirate, tremurate. Pieptul parca impietrit si respiratia cu intreruperi. Sunt poate putin agitata sau prea constienta. Imi plimb mainile nervos pe corp, uneori strang alteori trec nepasator. Alteori, din greseala, imi bag unghiile in piele. Si trag. Sau doar le adancesc. Sila imi creste, apare si o durere de cap. Cateodata simt si un strop, doi, un siroi in gura si pe barbie. Atunci realizez, ca din nou, sangele-mi iese grabit din corp. Toate sunt proiectii a ceea ce se intampla in capul si in inima mea, ce iubesc arde, e taiat si torturat. Sunt fortata sa privesc din nou si din nou aceste scene, sa aud lucruri care nu mi-au fost spuse, decat arate. Sa le aud, ca un cantec ce nu-ti iese din cap. Incep sa cred, ca posibil chiar sunt la margine de prapastie, ca n-o mai privesc cu ura si poate frica. Ca incep sa ma indragostesc cumva de finalul ei, ca incep sa-i tanjesc atingerea. Corpul meu predestinat rece, sa-si dea ultima suflare la acel contact cu pamantul.
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[en] THIS IS HOW THEY STEAL???
WHO KNEW ABOUT THIS????
AND HOW MUCH IS THERE IN THE CAR????
IS THIS ALL LEGAL??!!
THIS IS NOT A VIOLATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS????
[ru] ВОТ И КАК УГОНЯЮТ???
КТО ЗНАЛ ПРО ТАКОЕ????
И СКОЛЬКО В МАШИНЕ ТАКОЕ????
А ЭТО ВСЁ ЗАКОННО??!!
ЭТО НЕ НАРУШЕНИЯ ПРАВ ЧЕЛОВЕКА????
[zh-TW] 他們就是這樣偷東西的?
誰知道這個?
車上有多少東西?
這都是合法的嗎?
這不是侵犯人權嗎?
[zh-CN] 他们就是这样偷东西的???
谁知道这个???
车里有多少东西???
这都是合法的吗?!!
这不是侵犯人权吗???
[ja] こうやって盗むの?
誰がこれについて知っていましたか?
そして車にはいくらありますか?
これはすべて合法ですか?
これは人権侵害ではありませんか?
[ko] 이것이 그들이 훔치는 방법인가요???
이 사실을 누가 알았나요????
그리고 차에 얼마가 있나요????
이게 다 합법적인가요??!!
이건 인권침해가 아닌가요????
[kn] ಅವರು ಕದಿಯುವುದು ಹೀಗೆಯೇ???
ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಯಾರಿಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು????
ಮತ್ತು ಕಾರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಇದೆ????
ಇದೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾನೂನುಬದ್ಧವೇ??!!
ಇದು ಮಾನವ ಹಕ್ಕುಗಳ ಉಲ್ಲಂಘನೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ????
[de] SO STEHLEN SIE???
Wer wusste davon????
UND WIEVIEL IST IM AUTO????
IST DAS ALLES RECHTLICH??!!
DAS IST KEINE MENSCHENRECHTSVERLETZUNG????
[fr] C'EST COMMENT ILS VOLENT ???
QUI LE SAVAIT ????
ET COMBIEN Y A-T-IL DANS LA VOITURE ????
EST-CE QUE TOUT CELA LÉGAL ??!!
CE N'EST PAS UNE VIOLATION DES DROITS DE L'HOMME ????
[el] ΕΤΣΙ ΚΛΕΒΟΥΝ;;;
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ʻO wai ka mea i ʻike e pili ana i kēia????
A Ehia ka nui o loko o ke kaʻa????
HE KANAWAI ANEI ANEI??!!
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ეს არ არის ადამიანის უფლებების დარღვევა????
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ווער האט געוואוסט וועגן דעם????
און ווי פיל איז דאָרט אין די מאַשין????
איז דאָס אַלץ לעגאַל??!!
דאָס איז נישט אַ הילעל פון מענטשנרעכט????
[id] INILAH CARA MEREKA MENCURI???
SIAPA YANG TAHU TENTANG INI????
DAN BERAPA HARGA DI DALAM MOBIL????
APAKAH INI SEMUA HUKUM??!!
INI BUKAN PELANGGARAN HAK ASASI MANUSIA????
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OG HVAÐ ER MIKILL Í BÍLINN????
ER ÞETTA ALLT LÖGLEGT??!!
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[it] COSÌ RUBANO???
CHI SAPEVA QUESTO????
E QUANTO C'È IN MACCHINA????
TUTTO QUESTO È LEGALE??!!
QUESTA NON È UNA VIOLAZIONE DEI DIRITTI UMANI????
[yo] BAYI NI WON SE JI???
TANI MO NIPA EYI????
ATI MELO WA NINU MOTO ????
SE GBOGBO YI NI OFIN???!!
ELEYI KO SE RUBO ETO ENIYAN????
[co] CUSI ARUBBI ???
CHI HA SAPIU QUESTO ????
È QUANTU C'È IN CARU ????
Hè tuttu LEGALE ??!!
QUESTA NON È UNA VIULAZIONE DI I DIRITTI UMANI ????
[ms] INI CARA MEREKA MENCURI???
SIAPA TAHU TENTANG INI????
DAN BERAPA ADA DALAM KERETA????
ADAKAH INI SEMUA SAH??!!
INI BUKAN MELANGGAR HAK ASASI MANUSIA????
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ХТО ЗНАВ ПРО ТАКЕ????
І СКІЛЬКИ У МАШИНІ ТАКЕ????
А ЦЕ ВСЕ ЗАКОННО??!!
ЦЕ НЕ ПОРУШЕННЯ ПРАВ ЛЮДИНИ????
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[tl] GANITO SILA MAGNANAKAW???
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AT MAGKANO ANG NASA KOTSE????
LEGAL BA ITO LAHAT??!!
HINDI ITO PAGLABAG SA KARAPATANG PANTAO????
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JA PALJON AUTOSSA ON????
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EI TÄMÄ OLE IHMISOIKEUSLUOKKAA????
[hi] ऐसे करते हैं चोरी???
इस बारे में कौन जानता था????
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Morning letter
Vin? Goodmorning. Its so weird, basta naa ko sa mingla. Somehow its always the worst for us ako mga realizations.
Maybe you don’t remember, pero kato nag lingkod ta sa bench sa making space nga parking naka you were so proud to say nga mao nato imo life. And in some way ever since sige na nimo gamiton na linya, naa jud something dili mo sit right with me.
I guess because, whatever life you have now. I don’t like it, samotan pa mag sige ko kadungog you miss being kind and all that…
I feel like when mo ingon ka nga mao nani imo life mao imo gamiton excuse for being awful and lain og batasan. It hurts haha.
Like when you said nga wala kay time ni ezra. Why did you have to say that? Why do you always have to make things about nimo? Og about sa imong ka kulang og time and ka busy?
You’re so self centered. If wala kay maayo nga maingon pwede raman jud walay e ingon.
Di man nimo need e live ang present while disrespecting ang past. Mao lang jud imo ge buhat now.
You’re going to lose all the people you have sa imong past life for the people you have with you now, with the way you’re doing things.
I guess its like what you said about me and liana. All of us from your college, wala man mi nimo ge pili. Naabot lang jud mi. And i guess sila sa imo current life, these are people you picked.
Haha luoda jud nako pag basa nako atong flowers to pick oi.
When im away from you. Mas maka dako jud siya samot sa ako perspective.
Like how maka ingon jud ko, wala man tay future kay wala man nato ampingi kung unsay naa nato now. You don’t have a future with me, you have a future with them. At the end of the day, even though you know it will hurt me that you play for her band, you’ll still do it. You take me for granted.
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Kocanızı, Komşunuzu, Kendinizi Değil, Çocuğunuzu Koruyun!
✍🏻 Nilgün Sezeralp
https://www.gundemarsivi.com/kocanizi-komsunuzu-kendinizi-degil-cocugunuzu-koruyun/
Pirincin içindeki siyah taştan değil, beyaz taştan kork.
Gün geçmiyor ki hepimizi derinden sarsan bir haberle karşılaşmayalım. Midemiz bulanarak, kalbimiz sıkışarak okuyoruz ve izliyoruz olan biteni.
Peki ya tanık olanlar, yaşayanlar? Çocuklar… Ahh çocuklar!
Kanayan bir yara olsa çaresi olurdu belki. Ne yara bandı, ne başka bir şey işe yaramaz. Öyle bir yere geldik ki, metastaz yapmış kanser hücresi gibi bedenimize hiç de yabancı olmayan komşu organlar yapıyor birbirine bu kötülükleri. Öldürüyor yavaş yavaş…
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Bizim kuşakta hemen her ailede belli kurallar vardı. Hiç kimsenin evinde yatıya kalmamak, yabancılardan bir şey kabul etmemek, hiç kimsenin bedenimize dokunmasına izin vermemek gibi… Yeter mi? Yetmez!
Komşunuzun, dedesi yaşındaki kocasının değişik sarıldığını fark edip size çocuğunuz söylediğinde ona; “Olur mu hiç öyle şey, sana öyle gelmiştir. Aman, komşu teyzenizin kulağına falan gitmesin,” türünde bir yanıt veremezsiniz!
Kocanız, gecenin bir bölümünü kızınızın yatağında geçiremez.
Hiç kimse, hiç kimseyi boynundan, dudağından öpemez! Bu kişi amca, dayı, ağabey, baba ya da sevdiğiniz, güvendiğiniz(!) bir komşu bile olsa…
Çocuğunuz, ailece görüştüğünüz bir yere bile gitmek istemiyorsa nedenini anlamaya çalışmalısınız.
Çocuklar konuşamaz bazen. Bazen anlamlandıramaz. Anne anlamalı, gözlemlemeli.
İnsan, çocuğunun beden dilini doğru okuyamıyorsa, suskun çığlıklarını duyamıyorsa, orada, o evde, o annede bir sorun vardır.
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Anne, eşini çocuklarının önünde tutamaz!
Konu komşuya, çevreye deli gibi koşup, onlarla ilişkilerini iyi tutup, çocuklarıyla kötü olamaz!
Çocuklar pek çok konuda ebeveynlerini suçluyorsa, anne ve baba önce kendilerini sorgulamalı.
Lanet okumak, küfür etmek, idam istemek, hepsi ve daha fazlası geçiyor içimizden… Ancak ne yazık ki hiçbiri olanları, olacakları önlemiyor.
“Aman kimse duymasın” demek yerine, “herkes duysun” demeliyiz.
Susmak daha çok acıtır…
Görünmeyen yaralar, görünenlerden daha çok acıtır…
Söylen(e)meyenler volkan olur…
Sessiz çığlıklar atan çocuklar, anneler… Çocuklar… Ahh çocuklar!
Pek çok insan gibi uykularım kaçıyor. Bu yazıyı yazmama neden olan, sevgili Sevgi Ünal’ın içimi dağlayan aşağıdaki şiiri oldu.
“ÜRKEK BİR SERÇE
Korkarsın o gelecek diye
Belki amcandır o,
Belki dayın,
Belki kuzenin,
Belki de baban.
Ne olduğunu bilemezsin önceleri,
Bu öpücükler neyin nesi?
Öper, sever ya…
Alır kucağına, okşar ya…
Babandır,
Kanındır, canındır.
Ondan bağdaştıramazsın
Baba kokusunu bir türlü
Şehvet denen o kötü
Tutkuyla.
Anladığında tomurcuğa
Vurmuştur memelerin.
Yetmez olur ama o adama
Ne öpücükleri, ne ellemeleri.
Hoyratlaşan ellerinde
Olurken bir küçük kadın,
Gözlerin senin değildir artık.
Küserler onlar da bedenin gibi yaşama.
Bir çember alır seni içine ki,
Öyle böyle değil…
Ne sırtını dayayacak bir duvar,
Ne tutacak bir kulp gelir eline.
Savrulur durursun çaresizce.
Kaçmak ne kelime!
Çünkü kutsaldır aile,
Öyle gelmiştir yüzyıllardan beri.
Kimse bilmez ki içinde
Biriken irini.
Sarılmak istesen de dışarıdaki hayata,
Korkuların dağ olur önünde.
Gözünde küçülen bedeninse
Her gece o adama hazine.
Kör gözler, kapalı kulaklar
Geçit vermez ki haykırışlarına.
Derdini anlatamazsın, anan bile olsa.
Sarılma vakti de geçmiştir artık
Gözyaşlarınla büyüttüğün bebeğine.
Islanan yastıklar tanık olurken çektiklerine,
Geceler utanır o adam yerine.
Bir de hor görmeler başlar çevrende,
“Bu kız niye böyle?
Konuşmuyor,
Kendini beğenmiş işte!”
Oysa içindeki volkan patlamak üzeredir.
Kimse duyumsayamaz
Yüreğini yakan lavın sıcaklığını,
Ömür boyu devam edecek erkek düşmanlığını.
İçinde bir yara kanarken durmaksızın,
Sen de kanayan bir yarasısın toplumun,
Ürkek bir serçenin ayak izleridir
Ardında her zaman bıraktığın.”
Nilgün Sezeralp
#narin #sila #rabianaz #istismar #tecavüz #ebeveyn #aile #şiir
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Damgo
sige, tanggap ko na, wag ko na ideny, andito pa rin talaga e bisag di na istalk, bisag di na ibackread, bisag pilit kong di pinapansin. lisoda kay ani Lord oy.
nagdamgo ko ba bag o lang... first ato weird pa kayo akong damgo kay like delikado daw moggawas sa balay kay naa toy duha kahalas nga dagko sa gawas. giabot daw si papa geoffey. ambot kalimot na jud kos details ayy basta kay marami nangyari.
nya out of the blue nanginvite si chris maglaag mis idk if ayala to or sm. so niadto ko nya naa daw uyab si chris so kibali third wheel ko nya gakathreaten daw iya girl nako. pero ako rang gusto kay makapalit ug choco butternut sa dunkin pero taas kayng linya.
hapit malimtan pero nadiscover daw nako nga katong kachat nako atong 1st week sa march nga si Dave Christian kay nagbalik na silas iya ex tas nagminyo man ata sila nya naa nay anak. nakahunahuna dayn daw ko nga "wow, naabot na niya iya ginapangandoy" kay nakaingon man tos ako nga gusto daw siyag family tas alagaan siyas iya wife. so mao to pagkakita nako, wa ko nagselos ha kay wa man jud ko naattach niya pero medj nasuya lang.
randomly dayon nagstorya ming relp about ML nya naa daw siyay gihatagan ug Angela nga skin (di ko sure sa hero) basta epic skin daw to nya ako sad daw nangayo niya para sakong Hanabi, nya manghatag daw siya. naa pay mga nahappen nga nakalimot kos details, ofc damgo baya.
tas gawonder ko nganong napaingon kos convo namo ni Peter (itago na lang natin) tas ang kaweird pa jud ba kay daghan daw kay kog gipangsend niya nga message pero ang format sa message bitaw kay di nako style, more on iyaang style nga pagkachat. moreover, wa daw to niya nangabasa or ninotif man lang kay like wa man nadeliver. nagbackread dayn ko, scroll up kay daghan lagi jud kog messages niya.
nya naa dayn toy messages daw nako sauna katong no contact na mi nga iya ginareplyan pero wa ko kabalo nga gareply siya. grabe jud to karandom ako ginamessage ay. pero this time daw nangakita nako iya replies.
naa pay mga messages before ani nga iya gipangreplyan pero mao ra ni ako nadumduman
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me: sent an attachment. (submission for something man ata)
him: pagsubmit na emsss
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me: what if huhu
him: if?
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basta kay ana pa daw ko nga time karealize nga gareply daw siya sa akong mga random messages bisan no contact na mi pero ana na time pud daw kay wala nay paramdam si peter like nawala na daw jud siya. di lagi ko ganahan kay nagfineeling na sad si anteh nga love daw ko niya pero di lang pwede.
bahalag magkinaunsa basta kay di jud ko mangitag update about ato niya. ahak ulawa jud kaayo. pero legit wa ko nag ingato nga mangsend ug random shits niya. buanga nga damgo. basta kay way meaning ato ug di to sign or anything, damgo lang to. unhan na nako akong self, assumera man jud ko. di na nuon ko ganahan magML gakahadlok ko basin wa na jud siya.
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C'è un grosso incendio sulla pre-Sila, perché alla mancanza d'acqua si accompagna anche il divertimento di bruciare tutto, è un rapporto odio/amore che i piromani intrattengono con la natura matrigna. Fra un poco arriveranno i panciuti elicotteri della forestale con i loro addomi carichi di ritardante, come quello che si spalma sui goldoni, uno spettacolo senza pari che nemmeno le olimpiadi. Il fuoco piace al tipo australe, non passa sera, estate e inverno, che non facciano i botti, a me che danno fastidio anche i palloncini che scoppiano è la condizione ideale per mantenermi sempre vigile e all'erta. A ben guardare anche la passione per il peperoncino denota questa smania per le cose che bruciano, brucia tutto, la Sila, il sole, il gargarozzo, mi sento come una ricottina pallida che squaglia sotto il sole.
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Journalforbabs#1
first time ni, feels like talking to myself LOL! so okay.. hi babs, dugay kaayo ko nakauli karon kay gikan mi didto sa UIC bajada kay nag cover mi didto sa concert sa music na course. btw, para makabalo ka naga OJT nako karon and intern ko sa UCO, if wala ka kabalo unsa ng UCO kay sila na ang responsible sa mga posts sa UIC, kami naga take ug picture/video/content kami nagabuhat/edit/capture! pero dili kami naga caption and post kay wala mi power ana. so balik ta sa tea na akong iingon sa imo, today was fucked up kaayo kay naa koy chances na dili makagraduate tungod lang sa ID kay ani man gud ang nahitabo, bale... nawala akong ID then gihatagan ko ug slip na fillupan and shit ang para makasulod ko sa school. pagkatapos, today is wednesday right? so ani, last week (wednesday) abi nakog nabilin akong ID so nag logbook ko didto sa gate then pag uli nako wala akong ID so didto nako na conclude na nawala akong ID so the following day (thursday) kay naka sibilyan ra gihapon ko since college week man gud to na time then nag ask ko sa guard unsa buhaton so gihatagan ko niya ug slip then giatiman dayon nako and kailangan pud daw ang affidavit of loss! so mao to no! pagka ugma (friday) naay event sa UIC bonifacio so nag cover nasad mi kami nag video/picture then nahuman mi 5 na so sarado na ang city hall dili nako makakuha. tas pagka sunday nasad kay alas 10 nami sa gabii nakauli kay naa man gud party ato sa boni so nag cover sad mi ato, so wala nsad ko kakuha. sunday walay work ang city hall.. pagkalunes (monday) kay uniform man ko ato na seniors so makasulod rako kay naa man koy nameplate then wala ko kakuha ug sayo kay alas 5 naman out namo tas kato nga time kay naabtan sad kog alas 5 kay nag edit ko sa mga videos na among gi take atong college week. then pagka ugma (tuesday) same gihapon ang nahitabo nag edit gihapon ko since wala man nako nahuman tong giedit nako gahapon tas ana pud ni miss Jasmin na kailangan na daw to i post so mao to kato sa akong giuna! tas mao nani wednesday na! karon adlawa. remember nimo tong gibuhat namo nga fake ID para sa Billie Eilish na concert? yeah! mao to akong gigamit para makasulod and guess what? nasakpan ko nga gisuot nako to so mao to gikuha ni lady guard and then daghan man gud tog tao ato na time so ana sya nga later nalang daw mi storya! tas mao to nisulod nako then banda alas 8 palang niuli ko sa balay kay nalimtan nako ang akong headset since naa man gud mi e-cover nasad na event which is katong sa Music lage na concert tas ang gamitan nako sa headset kay para sa among radyo/walkie talkie. so mao to niuli ko and then pag abot nako sa balay kay nagchat si sir nga gipatawag daw ko sa OSAD so mao to pagbalik nako sa skwelahan kay nidiritso ko sa OSAD and then mao to ana ni miss ana flor nga grave offense daw to akong gibuhat then daghan syag gi storya and all and karon naay posibility nga dili ko maka paso... atay sad ni si lady guard wala nalang jud ko gipaabot nga kami ang mag storya sa ba, gihatag jud dayon niya didto sa OSAD hays... so mao to akong problem karon maong gusto unta nako i share sa imoha ba and curious ko kung unsa imong thoughts/questions about aning gishare nako sa imo karon... ay oh tas paghuman diay ug storya ni maam anaflor sa akoa kay ana dayon sya nga magbuhat daw ko ug letter about sa akong side daw and explanation daw nako. so mao to nagbuhat ko and then wala dayon nako napasa kay nag attend sya sa event sa AUDITORIUM (kalimot ko sa event) meanwhile habang gahulat ko sa iya kay gahulat sad ko kang sir Eric (dean) para magpa perma sad tas mao to niadto ko sa sanped nagkuha affidavit of loss and then nihapit ug Gmall kay gicheck akong phone (fyi wala koy phone karon kay gipaayo) tas mao to ana man akong classmate nga humana daw ang event sa auditorium so mao to nidiritso ko ug UIC bangke dayon para storyahon si maam Anaflor and then mao to patawag daw si papa which is niadto man dayon si papa then paghuman ug storya kay gihatod ko niya sa UIC bajada and then nag sugod nakog tabang, after ato uli (11:00) tas pag abot chika mi ni ate. tas mao nani naga journal ko
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4/16/2024
I went back to school kay sched for getting our req form sa admin bldg. ff. after we picked up the tissue sa CBA&A, gi ready na gyud nako ang self nako na imaging strong kay ana ko sa uyab nako nga balik siya sa school kay sobra napud ug 1PM kay the moment na pagliko namo kung asa mi ga wait sa e-jeep, wala namo naabtan so I have to wait. I bid my kiss goodbye then I waited. While waiting, napaisip ko if muagi jud ba ko ug AlSci, so nag check ko sa page, then taod2, naay nag busina sa likod nako (wala nako na recognize ang tingog sa motor bc I was busy scrolling sa phone to check lagi sa page) tas na shock ko kay nibalik diay siya. Ana siya na sabayan daw ko niya ug hulat sa e-jeep. Soooooooooo, na touch gyud kaayo ko. huhuhu tas giingnan nako siya nga "ha, magklase pa diba ka 1PM?" "Sabayan ko nimo? Ma late ka", tas ana siya "oh pa late lang ko" tas nag kiss ko ulit. Then sabay mi nag wait, timing ni chat si alleona na wala daw sila klase. wala langggg na appreciate nako siya kay there are times na feel nako same old day nalang with him, pero hehehe
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CUBRIÉNDONOS CON ALGODÓN
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"Puesto que yo soy imperfecto y necesito la tolerancia y la bondad de los demás, también he de tolerar los defectos del mundo, hasta que pueda encontrar el secreto que me permita ponerles remedio". Mahatma Ghandi
Hace poco, vi un delicioso vídeo de Navidad. Se trataba de un pequeño puerco espín y todas las situaciones que generaba la condición de sus inevitables espinas en cualquier situación infantil; entre los pupitres de la escuela, en el autobús escolar, en los juegos, y hasta al querer jugar a la pelota; simplemente la pelota se le quedaba clavada entre todas sus espinas. La verdad es que los dibujos, y hasta la música invitaban a seguir contemplando aquella historia del pequeño y pobrecito puerco espín.
Había unos cuantos animalitos, que no es que lo quisieran mal, simplemente se apartaban por miedo a que les hiciera daño sin querer. Lo más bonito era una pequeña ardilla linda, juguetona e ingeniosa; cuando llegó la hora de entregar los regalos debajo del árbol, tuvo una estupenda idea que dijo en secreto a los demás. Cuando nuestro protagonista recogió con sorpresa una caja preciosa con lazo rojo incluido, la abrió con ansia y un poquito de miedo. Dentro de la caja había un montón de bolitas de algodón; esto fue algo que no entendió y a lo que no supo reaccionar, fue entonces cuando todos sus compañeros, comenzando por la ardilla, le fueron poniendo aquellas bolitas de algodón bien prensado en cada una de sus espinas, dejo a vuestra imaginación la dulzura con la que termina esta historia.
Por alguna razón, hoy vino a mi mente de modo muy fuerte el tema de la tolerancia. Tolerancia con todos, tolerancia para convivir; la tan necesaria tolerancia entre hermanos.
Lo cierto es que he tenido que ver situaciones, en ocasiones rayando en lo cómico, en otras rayando en el dolor, y en las lágrimas, y terminando muy mal; por no tener el suficiente respeto y tolerancia antes distintas posturas, modos, maneras, y formas absolutamente secundarias; o simplemente caracteres que chocan.
Siempre me pareció fascinante la historia de la diferencia entre Pablo y Bernabé en La Escritura. No estaban de acuerdo en cuanto a Juan Marcos; así que tomaron distintos caminos sin ningún problema. Al final, me encanta como termina todo, y como la oportunidad dada a Juan Marcos por Bernabé… El hijo de consolación, resultó en una absoluta bendición.
Bernabé quería que Juan Marcos los acompañara, pero Pablo no estuvo de acuerdo. Y es que hacía algún tiempo, Juan Marcos los había abandonado en la región de Panfilia, pues no quiso seguir trabajando con ellos.
Pablo y Bernabé no pudieron ponerse de acuerdo; así que terminaron por separarse. Bernabé y Marcos tomaron un barco y se fueron a la isla de Chipre. Por su parte, Pablo eligió a Silas como compañero. Luego, los miembros de la iglesia de Antioquía los despidieron, rogándole a Dios que no dejara de amarlos y cuidarlos…”
En vez de un viaje misionero de Pablo y Bernabé juntos, se dieron dos viajes; Pablo y Silas por un lado y Bernabé y Marcos por el otro, pudiendo de esta manera abarcar mayor cantidad de territorio en menor tiempo, confirmando a las iglesias. Pero lo que más me interesa recalcar, es el hecho de que el apoyo que le da Bernabé a su sobrino, dándole esa segunda oportunidad de hacer bien las cosas esta vez. La experiencia vivida al lado de Bernabé y la madurez adquirida, le permitieron la sensibilidad de poder ver la necesidad de los creyentes gentiles. Juan Marcos tuvo la gran oportunidad de haber escuchado directamente de Pedro las experiencias de éste con Jesús, luego de su tío y de Pablo, fue testigo de las cosas que el Señor hacía en los creyentes gentiles y cómo el poder del Espíritu Santo se derramaba en ellos. Todo este bagaje se capitalizó en la vida de Juan gracias a esta segunda oportunidad que se le dio, ya que de haber sido diferente, el joven podía haberse desanimado y pasar por la historia de la iglesia sin trascendencia.
Gracias a todo lo vivido y aprendido, Juan Marcos escribe el evangelio que lleva su nombre, Pero su aporte no se queda solo en la escritura del primer evangelio, si leemos las Epístolas del Apóstol Pablo, encontraremos que el mismo apóstol reconoce el cambio habido en Juan Marcos. Podemos notar que Pablo vuelve a recibir a Juan Marcos y que le pide a la iglesia de Colosas que lo reciba, pese a que parece que antes, el mismo Pablo había girado instrucciones para no hacerlo, posiblemente por el desacuerdo ya mencionado. Notad lo que Pablo escribe: "Marcos el sobrino de Bernabé, acerca del cual habéis recibido mandamientos"… Seguido de la petición, "si fuere a vosotros, recibidle;" deja ver como que antes no le recibían por mandatos que les habían dado, posiblemente del mismo apóstol.
Pablo, en su segunda carta a Timoteo, llega a considerar a Juan Marcos como útil para el ministerio.
“Sólo Lucas está conmigo. Toma a Marcos y tráele contigo, porque me es útil para el ministerio". Todo esto y más, simplemente ocurrió gracias a esa segunda oportunidad que Bernabé le dio.
Segundas oportunidades, consuelo, comprensión, perdón, respeto… A Pablo parece que le costó un poquito, pero supo rectificar y eso es lo más maravilloso; aunque alguna vez nos hayamos equivocado.
Y ya que comenzamos con una bonita historia de un chiquito puerco espín, quiero terminar, recordando la preciosa Fábula acerca de más animales, esta vez ya adultos, de la que podemos aprender mucho:
Durante la Edad de Hielo, muchos animales murieron a causa del frío.
Los puerco espín dándose cuenta de la situación, decidieron unirse en grupos. De esa manera se abrigarían y protegerían entre sí, pero las espinas de cada uno herían a los compañeros más cercanos, los que justo ofrecían más calor. Por lo tanto decidieron alejarse unos de otros y empezaron a morir congelados.
Así que tuvieron que hacer una elección, o aceptaban las espinas de sus compañeros o desaparecían de la Tierra. Con sabiduría, decidieron volver a estar juntos. De esa forma aprendieron a convivir con las pequeñas heridas que la relación con una persona muy cercana puede ocasionar, ya que lo más importante es el calor del otro. De esa forma pudieron sobrevivir.
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Alguien escribió una preciosa moraleja de esta historia:
“La mejor relación, no es aquella que une a personas perfectas; sino aquella en la que cada individuo, aprende a vivir con los defectos de los demás, y a admirar sus cualidades”.
¿Te sientes hoy, por la razón que sea, un poquito como el puerco espín, o como los compañeros del primero?…Nunca olvides que…“Y sobre todo, amaos profundamente, porque el amor es capaz de perdonar muchas ofensas”. 1ª Pedro 4;8.
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