#passion sportive

[playvodma-films]

Sport : regardez les documentaires proposés par PlayVOD Maroc

Vous êtes un passionné de sport et êtes en quête de documentaires sur les grands noms de ce domaine ? Rendez-vous sur le site PlayVOD Maroc et parcourez la section « Passion sportive » qui se trouve sur la page d’accueil. Vous découvrirez plusieurs contenus à télécharger ou à voir en streaming. Voici quelques titres qui pourraient vous intéresser : Pelé – Roi du football Nous sommes unis –…

[pier-carlo-universe]

Merckx o Pogacar? Un confronto tra due leggende del ciclismo. Daniele Coloris esplora le differenze tra due grandi campioni di epoche diverse

Quando si parla di confronti tra campioni di epoche diverse, il rischio di cadere nella banalità è sempre dietro l’angolo.

Quando si parla di confronti tra campioni di epoche diverse, il rischio di cadere nella banalità è sempre dietro l’angolo. Ogni periodo ha le sue caratteristiche uniche, le sue sfide specifiche e un contesto sportivo che può rendere queste comparazioni affascinanti, ma anche problematiche. Eppure, la domanda “Merckx o Pogacar?” è una di quelle che inevitabilmente emergono nel cuore degli…

[divulgatoriseriali]

Gino Bartali e il Tour de France del 1948: una vittoria che salvò l'italia

La più grande impresa sportiva della storia italiana, la vittoria di Gino Bartali al Tour de France 1948. Tra colline toscane e sfide alpine, la leggendaria impresa ha cambiato il destino dell’Italia. In questo articolo, esploreremo in dettaglio l’epopea di Gino Bartali attraverso le parole che raccontano di tenacia, passione e audacia. Dal cuore delle colline toscane, dove la sua storia ha…

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more words for characterization (pt. 2)

Attributes of behavior: [A-D] abstemious, accident-prone, acid, acrimonious, adamant, affable, affectionate, agreeable, aimless, aloof, amuck, animated, anxious, arbitrary, ardent, arrogant, ascetic, attentive, austere, avid, backhanded, bad, barbarian, barbarous, beaming, belligerent, big, blindly, boisterous, bossy, brassy, brazen, brusque, cagey, calm, capricious, casual, cavalier, cheeky, chill, chummy, clumsy, cocky/cocksure, combative, comic/comical, compassionate, complaisant, compulsive, conciliatory, considerate, contemptuous, contrary, convivial, cordial, corrupt, courageous, courtly, cowardly, crabby/crabbed, cranky, craven, crotchety, cruel, cunning, daring, dauntless, debonair, decent, decided, defensive, defiant, deliberately, delightful, delirious, demure, detached, diffident, disagreeable, disarming, discreet, disgruntled, disinterested, disobedient, disorderly, disputatious, disruptive, dissolute, distraught, divisive, doctrinaire, dolorous, doting, double-dealing, draconian

[E-J] eager, easy, edgy, effervescent, emotionless, envious, equable, evasive, even-tempered, excitable, exuberant, faithful, fake, false, fanatical, favorably, fearful, feigned, ferocious, fervent/fervid, fickle, fiery, finicky, flamboyant, flighty, flirtatious, foolhardy, foolishly, forceful, forward, fractious, freely, fretful, frivolous, fussy, gamely, genteel, glacial, gluttonous, goody-goody, graceless, grandiose, gritty, gruff, gung ho, halfhearted, hardhearted, haram-scarum, headstrong, hearty, helpless, high and mighty, high-handed, high-strung, holier-than-thou, hot, huffy, humble, hypocritical, idle, ill-mannered, ill-natured, ill-tempered, impatient, impertinent, impolite, importunate, impudent, inactive, inconsiderate, ingratiating, inhuman/inhumane, innocuous, insidious, insubordinate, intractable/intransigent, introverted, invidious, irreconcilable, irreverent, jaded, jaunty, jazzed-up, jovial, jumpy

[K-R] keen, kittenish, lax, lecherous, lethargic, liberal, lifeless, light-headed, litigious, lofty, loquacious, loud, loving, Machiavellian, maladroit, malicious, mannered, martial, mean, meat-eating, menacing, merciful, mercurial, militant, mischievous, miserly, mousy, munificent, naive, nasty, naughty, neglectful, neighborly, nervy, nomadic, noncompliant, nonconformist, nosy, obedient, obliging, obsequious, obtrusive, offhand, on edge, on purpose, orderly, ostentatious, overbearing, overwrought, parsimonious, passionate, peevish, pent-up, peppy, peripatetic, permissive, pert, petulant, philosophical/philosophic, phobic, pitiless, plaintive, playful, plucky, politic, pompous, pragmatic, precipitous/precipitate, predatory, presumptuous, prickly, prissy, profane, prompt, propitious, provident, prudish, puerile, pumped, puritanical, quarrelsome, quick-tempered, racy, raffish, rash, ready, rebellious, reckless, regardful, relentless, remiss, remorseless, renegade, repugnant, resigned, responsible, restful, restrained, retiring, revolutionary, rocky, rollicking, rootin’-tootin’, rousing, rude, runaway, ruthless

[S-Z] safe, sanctimonious, sassy, savage, scintillating, secluded, self-conscious, self-righteous, sentimental, serpentine, severe, shameful, sheepish, shifty, short-sighted, shy, simple, sincere, skittish, slippery, sluggish, small, smooth, snappy, snide, snooty, sober, soft, solid, sophomoric, spineless, spontaneous, sporting/sportive, sprightly, square, staid, starchy, staunch, stealthy, stiff, stingy, stoic/stoical, stony, strained, strait-laced, strenuous, stringent, stuck-up, suave, submissive, subversive, supercilious, supine, surly, sympathetic, tactful, tame, tearful, tempestuous, tender, tense, thankful, theatrical, thieving/thievish, thoughtless, tight, tipsy, touchy, traitorous, treasonous, truculent, true-blue, turbulent, two-faced, unaffected, unasked, unattached, unbridled, uncivilized, uncontrollable, uncouth, undependable, underhand, unemotional, unfriendly, unguarded, unintentional/unintended, unkind, unmerciful, unprejudiced, unreasonable, unrelenting, unruly, unseemly, unsettled, unsophisticated, unsympathetic, untoward, unwary, unwise, unworldly, uppity, urbane, vainglorious, valorous, vengeful, vibrant, vicious, vigilant, violent, virile, vital, volatile, wacky, wanton, warm, wary, watchful, wayward, well-bred, wicked, willful, wily, winning/winsome, witless, yellow, zany, zealous

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary ⚜ Part 1

[latin5mamii]

Stadium Sweetheart- Jude Bellingham

Genre: fluff, comforting

Author's note: short and sweet🎀

Summary:Can your boyfriend help you choose your stadium's outfit?Of course he can.

"Please recommend me something to wear”

“I don’t know what girls wear at a stadium, darling”

Oh and that was it, his english accent that could literally melt you in any second.But seriously, you literally wore every ‘sportive- girl outfit you have in your closet and you were stressing yourself,t rying to find something decent to wear.

“I might have an idea” you say, a sudden spark of inspiration lighting up your face. You dash over to Jude's side of the closet and pull out one of his jerseys, the one with "BELLINGHAM" and his number emblazoned on the back. Holding it up, you grin.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Going for the full supporter look, are we?"

"Well, I want to be your number one fan, don't I?" You slip the jersey over your head, feeling a rush of excitement. It's a bit oversized, but that only adds to the charm. You pair it with your favorite mini skirt and a pair of white heels.

“Heels to a stadium, you serious?” he says giggling.Maybe that was a bad idea,but girls would do anything to keep the outfit on top.

“Shut up” 

“Yes sir”He says ironically, you can’t help but laugh at his words.

As you make your way to the stadium, the atmosphere is electric. Fans are pouring in, waving flags and singing chants. You feel a sense of pride wearing Jude's name on your back, knowing that you're part of something bigger.

At the stadium, you take your seat among the sea of supporters. The game begins, and you watch Jude on the field, playing with the skill and passion that made you fall for him in the first place. Every time he makes a great play, you jump to your feet, cheering and shouting his name.

When the game is over and your boyfriend’s team wins,you start searching for him on the field and so does he.As soon as he sees you, he blows a kiss towards your direction.

You can’t be more excited for him than you are now.You know how he loves football and achieving his dreams makes only you more proud than you already are.

you get off your seat and walk towards him, hugging him tightly as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I kinda feel like you brought me luck, didn’t you?”

[sgiandubh]

Credo che in questo fandom ci siano persone che seguono le vicende di S e C dall’inizio. Potrebbero collaborare a fare un album fotografico di tutte le ragazze che sono state affibbiate a Sam e vedere come il metodo si ripeta continuamente. La linea che chiamerei “ direttiva “ è ogni volta corredata da vari avvenimenti collaterali. Siamo partiti con una attrice passando per intrattenitrici , figlie di personaggi importanti modelle e ora sportive . Mi convinco sempre più che l’ideatore o gli ideatori di questi amori massmediali siano gli stessi del 2016.Nessuno degli Antis si preoccupa della vita di Caitriona: lei ha diritto alla sua privacy mentre Sam decisamente no.Sam cosa faresti per amore? gli è stato chiesto, tutto farei tutto., ha risposto E sta facendo proprio di tutto per proteggere chi ama.D’altronde se così non fosse queste donne sarebbero apparse al suo fianco in molte occasioni pubbliche essendo lui single alla ricerca del vero amore . Questa noiosa ripetitività come non può colpire anche quelli del lato opposto? E se posso fare un’osservazione S in questi ruoli non recita affatto bene .Una cotta, una passione o anche solamente un’attrazione fisica ti rende felice. Qui non vedo niente di scoppiettante , solo una coppia che sembra clandestina quando l’obiettivo è quello di essere pubblica. Se sei felice non lo puoi nascondere! Scusa la lunghezza di questo intervento ma sono cose talmente assurde e così poco interessanti!!!

Dear @findanserwers,

Sempre un piacere leggerti. Sai, a volte tutta questa farsa mi fa pensare a uno dei nostri programmi di giochi preferiti, su Rai Uno - Affari Tuoi (lo so, lo so, eh? 🤣). Non si sa mai cosa porterà con sé il prossimo pacco - forse un blu, un rosso, forse il Dottore chiamerà 👽... Ma puoi sempre scommettere che l'avidità di denaro e d'attenzione dei 'pacchisti' li terranno lì finché non avranno esaurito tutte le loro possibilità. Boh, anche se sappiamo che gli schemi continuano ad andare avanti, c'è sempre questo strano, quasi perverso senso di anticipazione.

Scrivi:

'I think we have, in this fandom, people who follow S&C's adventures since the very beginning. They could all collaborate and make photo album with all the girls who have been associated with Sam and see the pattern repeating itself over and over again. The line I would call 'directive' is every single time accompanied by all sorts of side events. We started with an actress, passing through entertainers, daughters of important people, models and now athletes. I am increasingly convinced that the creator or creators of these media love stories are the same as in 2016. None of the Antis care about Caitriona's life: she has the right to her privacy, while Sam definitely doesn't. Sam, what would you do for love? he was asked. I would do everything, he answered. And he is doing everything to protect the people he loves. On the other hand, if this were not the case, these women would have appeared at his side on many public occasions as he is officially single and in search of true love. How can this boring repetitiveness not also affect those on the opposite side? And, if I may make an observation, S doesn't act well at all, in these 'roles'. A crush, a passion or even just physical attraction makes you happy. I don't see anything flashy here, just a couple that looks clandestine, when the obvious goal would be to show off freely in public. If you are happy you can't hide it! Sorry for the length of this post but these things are so absurd and so uninteresting!!!'

Isn't it strange that, even if we know it so well, by now, we keep on following all this #shitshow every single time, as if somehow, something might turn out different?

Except it doesn't really, does it? TMcG will always look like he is about to have dental surgery (plus now wearing more make up than Berlusconi or Tutankhamun ever did) and S will always look nervous (who, in their right mind, would think biting his finger was sexy?!), out of place and even sometimes borderline rude. Organic, my foot: I am ready to accept one of their stories might look bizarre and manufactured as fuck, but BOTH? At the SAME TIME?

Yeah. And pigs fly.

[braceletofteeth]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @scarefox ❤

1) Are you named after anyone?

They just thought the name was pretty, I think.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Today :) I've been doing it a lot lately, but only a little at a time. Probably just need some rest.

3) Do you have kids?

For many years, I've been helping my grandmother raise my younger brother. I'm the one people call when there's an emergency, I'm the one who takes him to the doctor and tend to him when he's sick, I'm the one who notices when he needs something new, I'm the one who takes him shopping, I'm the one who attends school meetings, I'm the one who guides him through the government's bureaucracy, and I'm the one he talks to about his problems, as well as his prospects for the future. Sometimes, when grandma allows me in her kitchen or is unavailable, I'm even the one who feeds him.

So, by all means, yes, I do have a kid. And soon from now he won't be a kid anymore, but I know I'll always consider him my utmost responsibility in this world.

That's one of the reasons I don't want any more kids than I already have. Looking after the lives of two people (mine and his) is enough.

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I was never a sportive person tbh.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Yes (usually for a humorous effect).

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their... apparent age? “That's a teenager.” “That's an elder.” It's one of the factors that help me predict/understand others' behaviors/expectations.

7) What's your eye color?

Dark brown.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

That might come as a surprise, but I've never been much fond of scary movies 😅 Unless they are something like psychological horror, it's rare for me to actually get invested in them.

I like happy endings, but I'm ok with sad endings too. I just feel averse to open endings—especially when the story feels incomplete because of it.

9) Any talents?

Very good at elaborating questions that will lead people to talk more than me during a conversation (in a way that is enjoyable for them, of course!)

10) Where were you born?

North of Brazil. I lived in other places, but I'm back in my hometown now.

11) What are your hobbies?

Learning other languages

Baking cakes

Watching asian dramas and talking about it on tumblr dot com

Reading books and fanfics

Finding places where listening to music feels more intense than usual

Lazy walks along the river

12) Do you have any pets?

It's technically my cousin's, but we do have a pet in the house. It's a cat we call Relâmpago (it means Lightning). It sleeps at my doorstep during the day and we frequently eat together.

13) How tall are you?

168cm. Most women are shorter than me, but I still wish I was just a tiny bit taller 🤏

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

Story Time with real events (a.k.a History).

History teachers from public schools are very passionate about their field of study! They know exactly why we're forced to live on hard mode and go through so many injustices today. If they could, they would tell everyone about it, so we'd argue more, question more, and bend history in our favor for once. I loved my History teachers, loved learning about the people that came before us, and especially about how changeable everything is.

15) What is your dream job?

The idea of doing anything, and I mean anything, repetitively, for decades, non-stop, takes off the spark of any career path I have found compelling in the past. I don't want to do something I love in exchange for profit/out of obligation, because I know this won't work for me. I tried it before, and all it did was make me resent my hobby. So I don't mix the two concepts anymore. I literally do not dream of labor.

But I still need labor—at the very least, not to starve to death. So what I dream about, now, is a job that doesn't take too much of my time and energy, so I can dedicate them to enjoyable activities and to the people I love; so I can live a life that is not determined or owned by my job.

—

tagging: @softneomiro @somebodycallixii @srabaskerville @kdreader02

As usual, only if you'd like to 😊

[air-of-the-waterfall]

Too Good to be True

A Hannibal-inspired poem I wrote a while back. Thank you to @cringeworms for the encouragement!

. . .

Witness a woman, soft-eyed and intelligent:

Skin gently blushing and hair like spilled ink.

On the surface, she is careful of thought and gentle of tongue

Though her shrewd capacity for backlash lies dormant.

She rests her lips across one wounded, to soothe

An unstable acquaintance with everything to lose

While she may gain nothing.

Later, when all is lost, who left may she lean on? 

Into the welcoming arms of debauchery, she falls. 

Unknowing

Trusting

Accidentally enabling. 

She tips back her head, throat a swan’s arch clasped in capable hands

He wards off her guilt, plays her like music, tends her wounds… 

That intoxicating, clever, spectacular man. 

They’ve been friends for years. Alas, he’s too good to be true. 

Consider a confidante, classy and cunning:  

Lips pursed, hair coiffed and golden, expression shadowed by a veil

She indulges existential musings and observes tomfoolery

Though she’ll claw her way in and out of Hell should it be necessary.

Seeking to excavate layers of plaid and paisley trimmings

It’s unclear what she’s gotten herself into

But she thinks she’s in control. 

Later, with hardly a choice, who shall she follow? 

Shadows recede to reveal her hollow eyes, and she dons a veil of a different kind. 

Observing

Participating

Cautiously misbehaving. 

She tips her head back, as he tenderly washes her hair and she learns his dance.

Is he her captor? Her patient? Lover? Killer? 

That suave, mysterious, dangerous man.

They are the finest couple in Florence. Alas, they’re too good to be true. 

Regard a roguish traveller, sportive and charming:

Scarves draped loose, books in his pockets, and stubble neatly trimmed

He sips champagne in Paris, smirks through mouthfuls of escargot

Then saunters into lectures, wanders torture museums on a whim.

Clearly eager for fun when he finds fresh company

He asks, “Is it that kind of party?” 

The fun to be had is not for him. 

Later, bleeding and dizzy, who must he flee?

The blinders were beginning to peel back, a game of wits and position twists.

Murmuring

Accusing

Surprisingly accommodating. 

His head snaps back, wickedly misshapen by a sculptor with a sculpture.

Flesh is peeled back and changed, revealing a design to the beholder

That enamoured, passionate, lonely man. 

He seems so open to new beginnings. Alas, it is too good to be true. 

In all the world, there has been no one to finish the story, fill the page. 

Until now. Admire an adversary. An accomplice. A paramour:

Wide eyes ocean blue and shining, chocolate hair slicked or curled in disarray

Smile wide and joyful, sleepy and resigned, dark and conspiratorial

Lips pouted in thought, curled in disdain, parted in gasps of pleasure and pain.

He leans on a desk to speak of books and ancient legends

Buries himself in a pile of dogs to keep safe at night

Never leans away from a longing touch. 

He feels vividly, cries gorgeously

Kills viciously, unleashed strength applied physically effortlessly

Verbal sparring, emotional rawness, and spilling instability… 

In all ways, he is glorious… yet ever out of reach.  

Sometimes, he seems too good to be true.

[crazyfeathers]

Le Portrait Chinois de Lena

De toutes les Batailles

Nature 

Si elle était une saison ? Eté

Si elle était un animal ? Golden Retriever

Si elle était un élément ? Feu

Si elle était une pierre précieuse ? Rubis

Si elle était un végétal ? Pivoine Red Charm

Si elle était un paysage ? Plage d’Andalousie

Sens

Si elle était une couleur ? Bordeaux

Si elle était un son ? We Are the Champions, Queens

Si elle était une odeur ? Fleur d’Oranger

Si elle était une matière ? Cuir

Quotidien

Si elle était un objet ? Une batte de Baseball en bois

Si elle était une boisson ?  Jus d’orange pressée

Si elle était un moment de la journée ? Milieu d’après-midi

Si elle était un vêtement ? Un pantalon en toile

Si elle était un aliment ? Fruit de la Passion

Caractère 

Si elle était un défaut ? La naïveté

Si elle était une qualité ? La générosité

Si elle était une mauvaise habitude ? Le harcèlement

Si elle était un sentiment ? La révolte

Imaginaire 

Si elle était un livre ? Une revue sportive

Si elle était un conte ? Jack et le Haricot Magique

Si elle était une créature fantastique ? Pégase

Si elle était un personnage de Disney ? Mérida (Rebelle)

Si elle était un film ? Rasta Rocket

Crazyfeathers (@Craaazyfeathers) - Wattpad

[selidren]

Printemps 1920 - Champs-les-Sims

5/5

Fort heureusement, Antoine est entré cette année au pensionnat de la maison d'éducation des Loges. Constantin a insisté pour que ce soit un établissement strictement laïc, lui qui n'aime pas trop le clergé en général (il m'a fallut dénicher des trésors d'argumentation pour qu'il accepte de faire baptiser les enfants, puis la confirmation et la communion). J'espère que le fait de côtoyer des garçons de son âge (il n'a grandit qu'entouré de filles, presque exclusivement) lui permettra de vivre une adolescence plus apaisée, loin de tracas d'héritages avec lesquels Madame Eugénie lui rebattait les oreilles quotidiennement. Il est prévu que Jean-François, quand il en aura l'âge, intègre le même établissement.

Quand à notre petite Eugénie, elle va avoir quatre ans cette année et se porte à merveille. C'est une petite fille joyeuse, qui me ressemble beaucoup. Elle est très entourée par ses soeurs, qui s'en occupent peut-être plus que je le fait, alors même qu'elles sont très prises par leurs leçons. Leur père et moi avons insisté pour qu'elles sachent le grec et le latin. Si Noé et Cléo s'y soumettent bien volontiers, Sélène ne tient pas vraiment en place, c'est une enfance assez sportive, qui ne jure que par le tennis depuis qu'elle y a jou�� avec leur cousin Ange il y a quelques temps. Madame Eugénie ne juge bien évidemment pas cela très convenable, mais j'aimerai lui trouver un professeur. Si c'est ce qu'aime ma fille, je veux qu'elle puisse pratiquer ce sport comme elle l'entend, d'autant plus que les jeunes femmes sont nombreuses à s'y intéresser de nos jours. J'y pense, votre Lucien, a t-il des passions ? J'ai entendu dire que cela prend souvent les enfants à l'adolescence et une passion pourrait le détourner de ces petites manies d'aller observer les gens, afin de canaliser cette curiosité.

Bien à vous,

Albertine Le Bris

Transcription :

Arsinoé « Qu’est-ce que tu fais là ? »

Cléopâtre « Je me cache de Grand-Mère. Elle devait passer la nuit chez Jacqueline, mais elle a décidé de rentrer finalement. »

Arsinoé « Mais quel est le rapport avec toi cachée sur la terrasse dans la pénombre avec tes exercices de grec ? »

Cléopâtre « Si elle me voit mise comme ça, elle va encore me faire une infinité de réflexions sur le maquillage trop foncé qui me donne des airs de fille de joie où sur le fait que ma robe n’est pas appropriée aux circonstances. »

Arsinoé « Je vois. »

Cléopâtre « Quand je l’entend, j’ai du mal à imaginer qu’elle ait pu être jeune un jour. Ou alors elle était une de ces filles insipides et sans imagination qui se mettent en ménage à vingt ans, dont le rêve le plus cher est de devenir une mère idéale. J’ai besoin de romanesque moi ! De rêves, de déclaration enflammées ! De bals qui durent jusqu’au petit matin, cet instant juste avant l’aurore où le plus bel homme parmi les mondains vient vous avouer qu’il vous a observée la soirée durant, et qu’il n’a trouvé qu’à la naissance du jour le courage de venir vous dire qu’il vous trouve belle... »

Arsinoé « Tu iras bientôt à un bal, j’en suis sure. »

Cléopâtre « Oui, mais en attendant, j’aimerais qu’elle me laisse rêver en paix. »

Arsinoé « J’aime beaucoup cette robe moi. Tu ressembles à une héroïne de romans d’aventures. »

Cléopâtre « Merci, c’est gentil. Mais… qu’est-ce que tu fais avec cette assiette? »

Arsinoé « Je me cache aussi de Grand-Mère. Je peux pouvoir lui dire que j’ai déjà mangé quand elle descendra pour souper. »

Cléopâtre « Malin ! Tu as l’esprit plus rebelle que je l’imaginais. »

Arsinoé « Tu as besoin d’aide sur ton grec ? »

Cléopâtre « Mmh… volontiers ! Mais où est Antoine quand on a besoin de lui ? »

[playvodma-films]

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[vintagebiker43]

Stanno in fondo, nell'ultimo banco, vicini vicini. Iniziano già alla prima ora e vanno avanti con costanza per tutta la mattina. Intanto sono alti. E larghi. In prima la partenza era già buona, me li sono persi di vista un attimo con i vari lockdown, poi in terza di colpo il loro organismo ha deciso di ingranare tutte le altre dodici marce. Adesso sono due pezzi di armadio che opportunamente schierati tra i pali della porta non lascerebbero passare nemmeno una pallina da golf. O forse no, perché son distratti. Non li ho mai visti prendere un appunto della mia materia. Nonostante provenienza, lingua d'origine e pure caratteri totalmente diversi, questi due sono amici che più amici non si può. Sarà il fatto stesso di respirare l'aria pura che si respira sopra il metro e novanta, o l'essere accomunati nella vita dallo sguardo reverenziale dei primini che si fanno carta da parati al loro incedere, chissà.

Da quest'anno, poi, hanno anche inziato a condividere la passione per lo studio. Non delle mie materie, questo mai. Lo studio di un piano alimentare calibrato sulle loro esigenze sportive. Che Macho Man e Mister Muscolo non siano soltanto ragazzoni creciutelli, ma che sotto a quelle magliette a maniche corte fieramente esibite con -3 gradi ci sia del lavoro di palestra, è evidente. Palese. Anche il fatto di aver abbandonato gli outfit da maranza e di venire a scuola con la tuta come Danny Zuko quando prova tutti gli sport per cercare di far colpo su Sandy. So che sono attenti a rispettare il loro severo ma costante regime dietetico, perché lo rispettano nelle mie ore. Arrivo al mattino e trovo Macho Man alle prese con i fiocchi d'avena, la frutta secca e gli spicchi di mandarino. Ho lezione alla terza ora e vedo Mister Muscolo estrarre uno yogurt greco e una banana. Faccio assistenza tra la quarta e la quinta ora e vedo comparire un tupperware con l'insalata di riso venere, avocado e gamberetti che impestano l'aria per un sacco di tempo.

Io sono abituata a gente che cerca di mangiarmi di soppiatto davanti e di lato. Conosco il crepitio dei pacchetti di patatine, riconosco al volo l'odore del panino al tonno e percepisco il sentore di cotoletta sprigionarsi da certi involucri d'argento abbandonati sul termosifone. Ma qui siamo alla follia. Complice due ore di potenziamento, sono rimasta immersa tra gli stessi tardoadolescenti per quattro ore consecutive e ho visto, cadenzati, apparire un uovo sodo, una mela, un tramezzino con le fette di tacchino magro, un quadretto di cioccolato fondente, sei gherigli di noci, otto quadretti di tofu. Non fanno dieta loro. Mettono su massa. E ogni tanto a me parte lo sclero della professoressa, spesso causato dalla fame atavica che mi prende alle 13 dopo aver consumato tutte le mie energie a spiegare la Restaurazione, senza peraltro aver bruciato una sola caloria, perché ho scoperto che l'unica parte del corpo che la scuola mette sotto sforzo, oltre al cervello ma neanche sempre, è il fegato, che nel mio caso è grosso come un'anguria.

"Voi due, là in fondo, la finite?!" urlo facendo levare in volo uno stormo di operai che stavano lavorando in cortile. "Ma prof..." inizia Macho Man facendo finta di non masticare. Inutile, ha la bocca sporca di briciole. "Io faccio finta di non vedere fino a un certo punto, capisco gli orari, i pullman, capisco che mangiate quando potete, quando saltate l'intervallo! Ma quello lì che cos'è?" chiedo mentre vedo scomparire una vaschetta nello zaino.

"Bresaola, prof. Devo mettere su massa!" risponde Mister Muscolo che sta spazzolando le briciole di gallette di riso.

"Ragazzi, ma voi la massa la dovete mettere nel cervello! Ma come pensate di arrivare all'esame?" e inizio a giocarmi la perfida carta del terrorismo psicologico.

"Prof, ma ci sono tutti gli orari da seguire, il dietologo ha detto di essere rigorosi!" prova a difendersi l'indifendibile bicipite ambulante.

"Io è una vita che vi dico di essere rigorosi! Di farvi un piano di studio, di non arrivare sempre all'ultimo, di fare i compiti un po' per volta! Com'è che a lui date retta e a me no? Cos'ha lui più di me?" piagnucolo come nelle peggiori soap.

"Ma prof, lui ci ha spiegato che bisogna avere rigore e disciplina perché il nostro corpo è un tempio!" mi spiega ispirato Macho Man, e nel parlare scuote i riccioloni neri che immagino si leghi quando si allena.

"Ah, ma certo, il cervello lasciamolo stare, tanto il vostro corpo è un tempio! E quando arriva il giorno dell'esame nel tempio cosa ci fate?!"

"Eh, prof. Preghiamo".

Io me le vado a cercare.

@Portami il diario.

[seph-makes-art]

Ballet dancer sangcheng au part 2:

Nie Huaisang had one family rule he had to follow: he had to learn at least 2 athletic classes after school as a kid, no matter which, as long as it was athletic and he had fun, the Nies are well known for their sportive nature, and Nie Huaisang would be no different.

Nie Huaisang didn't like the idea at first, he would've preferred to do nothing and maybe draw, but if he wanted to be able to be in an art class in school he had to do as he's told.

The first class he enrolled in was in gymnastics, he was a really flexible kid, and some girls in his class showed him some really cool tricks he really wanted to learn, and once he learnt he could do splits and cool handstands and play with a ribbon, a fan and a hoop in shows he was immediately sold. He loved gymnastics.

The second class was much more difficult to decide, the first year he took hip hop, he enjoyed it, but it wasn't something he really liked, so the second year he tried jazz, which was fine, but not really that fun either

The third year he tried flamenco, he stayed for 2 years but moved along to something else, since he didn't feel connected enough, next he tried fan dancing, but it was so strict and as much as able as he was he was very exhausted.

Next he tried contemporary dance, but as artistic as it was in it's soul it sometimes was too raw for him, he tried Irish but it was too exhausting.

He went on and on, and at 16 he found ballet, where he met a strict and lonely dancer, the passion in his soul to ballet was addicting and curious, he wanted to know him more, and before he knew it he was sneaking looks at him. At 16 he found a new love.

Making friends was easy, but talking with the dancer was sometimes a challenge, although, whenever he could make him smile or laugh he was so happy, dancing with him felt so natural, and learning ballet after so much experience with different forms of dance was easy enough.

He made so many friends in class, but none compared to the dancer they were wary to anger, so dedicated and passionate, no one can ever compare.

Nie Huaisang was in love with Jiang Cheng.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hello! I have a request. So... seven months ago, I lost the ability to write the way I used to ever since I found warmth when I fell deeply in love.

Instead of tears sprinkling down to form poetry, it’s only petals being carried by a gentle breeze. Why is it harder to write about joy?

How is it that I know numerous words to describe emotional pain but so few to describe this exuberant feeling which is wonderful and almost unbearable (in a good way)? I'm wondering if you could share some words to help describe all kinds of beautiful and positive feeling? Thank you. I love your blog. :)

Hi, thank you for sharing your joy with me. Perhaps there is no need for poetry in the face of happiness, because perhaps happiness demands to be felt. Perhaps happiness is a jealous lover and it demands our undivided attention. In return for your heartwarming message, here are some words related to beautiful, positive feelings that perhaps may help you rediscover poetry:

Afterglow - a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved

Ardor - an often restless or transitory warmth of feeling

Beatitude - a state of utmost bliss

Blithesome - gay, merry

Cacoëthes - an insatiable desire

Cupidity - strong desire

Delectation - delight, enjoyment

Eudaemonism - a theory that the highest ethical goal is happiness and personal well-being

Eupeptic - cheerful, optimistic

Exuberant - joyously unrestrained and enthusiastic

Exultant - filled with or expressing great joy or triumph

Felicity - the quality or state of being happy

Fervor - intensity of feeling or expression

Frolicsome - full of gaiety; playful, sportive

Gladsome - giving or showing joy; cheerful

Jocund - marked by or suggestive of high spirits and lively mirthfulness

Joie de vivre - keen or buoyant enjoyment of life

Jollity - the quality or state of being jolly; merriment

Lighthearted - cheerfully optimistic and hopeful; easygoing

Manna - a usually sudden and unexpected source of gratification, pleasure, or gain

Mirth - gladness or gaiety as shown by or accompanied with laughter

Pleasance - a feeling of pleasure; delight

Rapture - an expression or manifestation of ecstasy or passion

Ravish - to overcome with emotion (such as joy or delight)

Rollicking - boisterously carefree, joyful, or high-spirited

Roseate - overly optimistic; viewed favorably

Titillating - pleasantly stimulating or exciting

Torrid - ardent, passionate

Vehement - intensely emotional; impassioned, fervid

Zeal - eagerness and ardent interest in pursuit of something

Hope this helps! If it does, do send me a link to your writing, or tag me. I'd love to read your work.

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[acrazybayernfan]

I think a lot of people (especially on twitter...) need to learn how to deal with disappointment. Because of course we're sad when we lose or fail at a tournament, the players are sad too. But it doesn't help anyone to be SO hard on them or threaten them. When they're at their lowest, they need our support the most and it will help them get back to their winning mentality. I hope next season they find that joy again and people learn to be more gentle

Oh YES !!! This is a real issue. People should stop using the social media as if they were talking to themselves, as if no one will read what they say. If their disappointment is so big that they feel the need to insult our players, I can only advise them to go out in remote place and scream all the resentment they harbor, this will be much more efficient than writing on the social medias and a lot less harmful. But in general I don't thing that any sort of sportive disappointment should lead to feeling the need to insult or threaten someone. Football is the most serious of all the unserious thing but it's still... it's not enough to give you the right to harm someone.

Of course that the players are the first one affected by the bad results, and their sadness and disappointments is probably higher than the one even of the most passionate fan because they not only see the events but they live them. Plus they experience feelings that we as fans doesn't experience : like gilt and helplessness. Do people really think that only their feelings matter ? Do they think that it helps ? Yes, the players had their fair share of responsibility in what happened this season and all of them deserve some critics but is it the right time to do that ? Can't this wait for a bit longer so that the critics may be constructive critics and not foolish words inspired by the heat of the moment ? I think that the fans has the right to say what they think and to criticize their club, they don't have to say amen to everything and to always be satisfied even with bad performances but they must do it for the good of the club and of the players and do it with respect, intelligence and measure. It must be the wise advise of a friend told during a heart to heart conversation and not the heated words, meant to hurt, that one says during a fight.

The summer break and spending time away from football will do a lot of good to our players, I'm sure of it, and the challenge of the new season will undeniably re-motivate them and help them to forget about this season. This will also give some time to club to fix the mistakes they did and to go back on the right direction. I'm sure that, as you said, with your support everyone will find the strength to overcome these bad days. Mia san mia !

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