#vespasiano

[ateneanike]

Cerca de las Termas de Caracalla, en la glorieta del viale Numa Pompilio hay esta estructura de la antigua Roma. Pista Vespasianera: "Pecunia non olet" el dinero no huele.

Se trata de un urinario público que contenía unas vasijas donde depositar la orina que servía para las tintorerías, cualquiera podía ir y utilizarlas.

La orina permitía blanquear la ropa y fue Vespasiano, de ahí su famosa frase, quien estableció un tributo para la orina.

Cositas romanas.

Esta es una de esas cosas que encuentras por Roma y que pocos ven, y a mí me chiflan.

[massimomelani58]

La rivolta in Giudea dal 66 al 70 d.C. fu una delle proteste più gravi contro il dominio romano

[whencyclopedes]

El año de los cuatro emperadores y la desaparición de cuatro legiones romanas

Durante el año de los cuatro emperadores (69 d.C.), la lucha entre Vitelio y Vespasiano terminaría provocando la desaparición de cuatro legiones: la XV Primigenia, la I Germanica, la IIII Macedonica y la XVI Gallia. Estas cuatro legiones habían servido al Imperio romano con distinción bajo el mando de líderes como Pompeyo y Octavio, pero en el 69 d.C. tomaron una decisión que resultó ser equivocada. Aunque sigue habiendo dudas sobre la lealtad de la XV Primigenia, tres de las legiones cometieron el error de apoyar a Vitelio.

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[valentine-cafe]

May I have an affogato please?!?!

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about how much he loves to fuck you dumb!!:( Loves to hear your thoughts go quiet and nothing but your pitiful moans and cries filling the room!! Not a single thought running through your head while he pounds his cock deeper into your cunny! Only the sounds of your chocked moans, his grunts and the slapping of his hips against yours!

-🍄

˖⁺. ﹙vampire lieutenant dilf x afab gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . all radio silent, yeah thas' it !! 🍒 :  special ops ˖ vampire ˖ liutenant ˖ cw: smut, rough smut, squirm, clit rubbing﹙ verse 781 vespasiano ﹚

radio silence when you get fucked hard by your favourite liutenant boyfriend <3

he has never been more grateful to be a telepath than when he has you under him. when your thighs are parted and his cock is fucking you open.

the way your thoughts go from scrambled. thoughts on how good it feels and how big he is and ‘I’m gonna cum!’ to absolute radio silence.

the way it fades off into nothingness. oh the chord in his stomach twists and he can’t help but shove your knee back to your chest. twist you into that angle and fuck you wild. his head drooped into your neck as he grunts. groans.

your cunt is also so warm after the months he spends away on operations and missions. fuck, he can’t get enough of it.

“bella ragazza. così brava per me -” ( “pretty girl, so good for me” ) vespasiano’s voice is grave in your ear. a low grunt as he pulls out completely. spanks your pussy and drills back in. this time with your legs shoved over his shoulder.

“not a single damn thought in that pretty lil’ head yeah? huh cuore?” ( “sweetheart” )

one of his large hands splays down your chest. squeezing at your tit before trailing along. to your tummy. until his palm is splayed over your pelvis and adds pressure to the already dizzying feeling of him filling you up. his thumb crooking down to rub slow, vertical motions on your puffy clit. such a slow motion in comparison to how he’s pounding you into the sheets.

oh the way your eyes cross. the drool that leaks from your lips. he greedily takes it all with a messy kiss - a free hand gripping along your jaw and holding you firm. feral jams of his hips into yours until you’re squirting all over him again.

“fuuckkin’ squirter,” he drawls against your lips with a loud groan. and all you can do is whimper. not a single damn thought as he presses a kiss to your temple.

[verflower]

Love to Keep Me Warm

Characters: Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Childe, Pantalone, Shikanoin Heizou, Venti, Argenti, Aventurine, Jing Yuan

! Next characters I’m about to mention belongs to @valentine-cafe ! || [Verse 781] Alessio, Talisen, Vespasiano ; [Verse 209] Jingyi, Rishen ; [Verse 1311] Rishen, Alessio ; [Verse 164] Talisen ; [Verse 9948e] Jingyi, Rishen, Haoyu, Takara ; [Verse 9819] Alessio, Rishen ; [Verseless] Orion

Notes: Rishens and Alessios - everywhere 😵‍💫 (I died picking the characters) I hope I did this right, I also hope the characters fits (╥﹏╥) this is my first time so I hope you enjoyed it!

! This is not proofread !

The fireplace was lit up, offering you its warmth amid the cold of the winter night as the light of its flames cast dancing shadows across the walls of your living room. The sounds of the cackling fire intertwined with soft music filled in your ears, bringing you peace and comfort as the smell of the burning wood mingling with the sweet camellia scent enhanced the cozy atmosphere.

I love the winter weather

So the two of us can get together

You scooted closer to your lover, pulling the blanket closer to both your bodies as you shivered slightly. You’ve always loved winter despite the freezing temperature; the enchanting white landscape covered by snow, delicious hot chocolates, cozy and warm fireplaces - all of them made you fall in love with the season. Though the main reason why you love winter so much is because it means you could spend more time with your beloved.

There's nothing sweeter, finer

When it's nice and cold

I can hold my baby closer to me

And collect the kisses that are due me

Your eyes fluttered close whilst a content sigh escaped past your lips as you allowed yourself to indulge in the moment of quiet and affection that had fallen upon you and your beloved, both of you comfortably curled up into a cocoon in each other’s arms with a blanket around your figures.

The chill that once hugged around your body tightly seemed to have disappeared the moment he pulled you to his lap and held you close, as the feeling of warmth spread throughout your body like a gentle wave, making you yelp slightly before the sound of your soft scolding filled his ears. Yet it’s not as if his gestures were not uninvited by you, you knew this and so do him.

“Stay here in my arms, won’t you?” His breath warm against your ear, making the words pouring out of your mouth stop instantly as it was replaced by a hitch of your breath instead, all the while your face started to feel warm, making you earn a chuckle from him.

Meanwhile the sound of moving sheets filled your ears, accompanying the cackling fireplace and faint music in the background all the while his hands moved to wrap the blanket he’d been using around both of your bodies, sheltering you two from the cold.

“You’ve been moving around too much” he murmured before peppering your face with kisses and trailing down to your neck oh so lovingly, “you left me here, all lonely and cold” he pouted slightly yet playfully, making you laugh at his words and at the same time clinginess.

This had led to the moment right now. Your head against his chest, the sound of his beating heart drumming clearly in your ears. His arms locking you in place almost like chains, not allowing you to go anywhere - not like you minded anyway. As both of you simply enjoyed each other’s presence.

After a few long moments of silence, your beloved randomly asked you a question out of the blue, in which you replied with closed eyes as your position on him remained unchanged. “Do you want anything for Christmas?”

“Can I have anything I want?” You looked up at him.

“Mhm” He replied with a simple hum.

You paused, thinking for a moment before finally answering him “how about your time?”

Your beloved looked at you for a good second before laughing heartily yet also softly as his chest rumbled. “My time?” He returned yet another question as there was a clear playful glint in his eyes.

“Yes, I suppose it’s not hard is it?” You teased him.

“No, no - of course it’s not” He replied, not missing a beat, his voice laced with amusement. “Nothing’s ever too hard for my darling” He teased you back, making your face warm as a tint of red spreads across your face.

That sly bastard.

I love the winter weather

'Cause I got my love to keep me warm

You really do love with the winter weather; the atmosphere it offered, beautiful landscapes, warm hot chocolate and fireplaces. Still, what made you fell in love with the weather the most is the fact that it allows you to spend more time with your lover, all curled up and comfortable in each other’s embrace.

Thank you for reading, have a great day/night and I hope you have a very merry christmas!! (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

[rabbitcruiser]

Church of Saint Mary of the Assumption,Castro Urdiales (No. 1)

The church of Santa María de la Asunción in the town and municipality of Castro-Urdiales (Spain), known locally as the Cathedral of Santa María (although it is not a cathedral), is a Catholic temple of Gothic style built between the thirteenth and fifteenth centuries that is located in front of the Cantabrian Sea, next to the castle-lighthouse and next to the fishing port of the city.

In 2015, in the approval by Unesco of the extension of the Camino de Santiago in Spain to "Caminos de Santiago de Compostela: Camino Frances y Caminos del Norte de España", it was included as one of the individual assets (ref. no. 669bis-011) of the Camino del Norte.

​ Source: WIkipedia  

[zabaloon]

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[gamestorrents]

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BUG ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adalia. adam. agatha. amber. andrena. ant. antony. aranea. arthro. aspen. attacus. beckett. bee. beetle. behan. benjy. bogárka. bubonic. bubonicholas. bubonick. bugsy. buzzie. býleistr. carrie. celastrina. cesare. cheli. chelicera. chrysalis. coley. cordulia. craniifer. crawly. creepy. critter. cuddlebug. dahlia. danuria. destiny. diseaselie. dishevella. dishevelle. dusk. dust. ella. ellsee. emery. eve. fern. fester. fifi. firefly. giselle. glimmer. hawk. hexa. hisser. hive. honey. hope. infestatianne. instar. jan. jeb. jed. jeddie. jeddy. jewelette. junebug. kaida. kaira. kieran. ladybird. lepidoptera. lester. lightsse. logan. lorcan. lovebug. luciole. luna. lyssa. mandela. mandibella. mandibelle. mandible. mangie. mangy. mantis. maurr. maxwell. midge. mikio. minii. mold. monarch. mordecai. mordechai. mordekai. mordy. mortimer. morty. moth. mould. naoki. nettle. ogtha. opal. osa. paul. pepper. phobianna. phoenix. ralph. ralphie. ralphy. ratianna. ratianne. ration. ravenesse. ravenette. ravenous. rex. rhene. rhyssa. roach. roark. rolf. ronan. rotgut. rowan. ruddy. rudy. ruth. salvia. scorpio. scurry. scuttle. sicknesse. sicknette. skittish. snugglebug. tawny. terry. thorax. toffee. vanessa. vespasiano. wesley. whiskey. wren. writhe.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ant/ant. antenna/antannae. antenna/antenna. anthill/anthill. aphid/aphid. arachnid/arachnid. arachnid/arachnids. arthropod/arthropod. bee/bee. bee/beetle. beet/beetle. beetle/beetle. bu/bug. bug/bug. bug/bugs. butterfly/butterfly. buzz/buzz. bzz/buzz. centipede/centipede. change/change. cicada/cicada. click/click. cloth/cloth. crawl/crawl. creepy/crawly. cricket/cricket. damp/damp. dig/dig. dirt/dirt. dragonfly/dragonfly. dusk/dusk. dust/dust. ely/elytra. en/entomology. ento/entomology. exo/exoskeleton. exoskele/exoskeleton. fate/fate. fester/fester. firefly/firefly. flea/flea. flow/flower. flutter/flutter. fly/butterfly. fly/fly. forest/forest. fy/fly. glow/glow. grey/grey. grime/grime. grime/grimy. hex/hexapod. hiss/hiss. hive/hive. hornet/hornet. hun/hungry. infect/infect. infest/infestation. inse/insect. inse/insectoid. insect/insect. insect/insectoid. it/it. jewel/jeweled. lady/ladybug. ladybug/ladybug. lamp/lamp. lice/lice. light/light. lin/linger. lost/lost. lur/lurk. mange/mangy. mant/manti. mantis/manti. millipede/millipede. mite/mite. mo/moth. mosquito/mosquito. moth/moth. night/night. pest/pesticide. pho/phobia. ro/roach. ro/roache. roach/roach. rot/gut. scarab/scarab. scurry/scurrie. scurry/scurry. scut/scuttle. sick/sickly. sick/sicknes. spider/spider. star/star. sting/sting. swarm/swarm. termite/termite. tin/tiny. twitch/twitch. venom/venom. ver/vermin. wasp/wasp. web/web. weevil/weevil. win/wing. wing/wing. worm/worm. 🐌 . 🐛 . 🐜 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 🕷 . 🦂 . 🦋 . 🦗 . 🦟 .

[soldan56]

Nel Vespasiano

[azumitaragashi]

Valentines Playmat - Vespasiano and Venus

Vesp being a fankid and Venus an OC with whom they are technically not yet boyfriend

[whencyclopedes]

Cronología visual de los emperadores romanos: de Augusto a Constantino

La dinastía Julio-Claudia

Augusto como Pontífice Máximo (Detalle)

Mark Cartwright (CC BY-NC-SA)

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[valentine-cafe]

Happy 1 year anniversary! I'm so happy to have been able to witness this blog continue to grow. Keep up the good work!

As for my order, can I get an affogato please?

Inexperienced!reader seeing Vespasiano at a bar and deciding to shoot his shot only to be a nervous wreck the entire time while trying to flirt with him. Vespasiano finding all this adorable and taking him home and teaching reader how to fuck him properly! (with reader just immediately cumming the second he's able to stick his dick into Vesp) 👏

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire lieutenant dilf  x inexperienced top sub male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . there you go. fuck look at you, doing so good !! 🍒 :  vampiric ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf character﹙ verse 781 vespsiano. ﹚

you've always wondered what it would be like inside of him, you didn't think he'd be the one to teach you how to fuck him. | cw: blowjob, handjob, anal, inexperienced male reader, lots of humping <3

𖹭. ps : thank you so much !! we hope this is to your liking!

“Yeah?”

Heat warms your face with the low rumble to your ear. When did his hand get on your thigh? The calloused thumb strokes along your skin spark your head into dizzy episodes. It’s the alcohol, you convince yourself. But something tells you the golden hue of bourbon isn’t what you’re drowning in — but emerald eyes lightly creased at the corners.

“Well I . . .” you hope that the throat clear helps. “You know y-you’re. . . one to talk - with that - uhm -” seems not.

Vespasiano, that’s his name. The patron you’d heard all the bartenders giggling about time and time again. He came in, ordered his old fashion or neat whiskey, sat for a bit. Smoked his cigarette, then left. You’d seen him a few times. Today you summoned all your non-existing confidence to shoot your short.

It’s going as well as a virgin with a hooker.

Or is it? His chuckle shoots the heat on your face to your crotch. The stir against your pants spins your head further. When did your pants get so tight?

Tight. You wonder how tight he is. But could you even manage fucking him? He didn’t look like the switch type — let alone the switch. The thrum of your dick against black fabric begged for such. A chance, just one chance.

Your nerves, however, tell another story. “I uh - j-just . . . forget I - said - a-anything haha -” the choppy laugh interrupts halfway. The floor creaks with skidded wood and the hand on your thigh doubles over to the other. The bar counter welcomes your back. As though to wingman you for the towering shadow he casts over you. That grin on his lips that makes you want to buck against him here and now.

Damn everyone else. If you could have him over this counter here and now. . .

The trail of a finger down your throat sends your thoughts derailed. All you can do is gulp. Flit your eyes up to his amused ones that peer at the bobbing of your Adam’s apple. “Don’t chicken out on me now. Don’t think your pants down there would appreciate’t.”

You needn’t glance down. Your tent strains proudly against his inner thigh. The warmth hitches your breath. By some grace, you manage to breathe out a final - “But - aren’t you still drinking?”

Save your poor heart. It wasn’t ready for him to lean over with gazes locked and hand steady. Snatch his glass and gulp the bitter liquid down like honey. Eyes on yours the entire time. Shadowed by dark strands drooped over.

Thud to the wood. The feel of his strong arm round your waist is deadly. So is his whisper. Those small fangs that peek through his grin.

“Now ‘m not.”

—

He’s not a bottom, not a switch either. And yet here is. On his back, shirt gone, pants discarded. To say you were surprised at his understanding was an understatement.

“Thaat’s it. . . keep going,” he groans with his cock finding home in your hand. The perfect sleeve as it pumps slowly, shakily down his length. His face might send you into a spur right now. Blissed out. You’d splatter immediately. But for the life of you, your gaze refuses to release his dick.

To say he’s big is an insult. You’re lucky it’s just his ass you’ll have today. The veiny flesh and twitches with suds of precum salivates your mouth. It takes every fibre to not dive down and choke on his dick all over again. His shaky groans aren’t making it any easier.

“Haven’t done this before either.” He’s so assuring. The large hand strokes along your face and his blissful smile almost has you humping on his leg. Desperate much?

“Been on receivin’, I mean - fuck.”

His words had some magic because your hand acted on fuel. Pumping along steadily to the thrum of his pulses. The rolls of his hips.

Next you catch his wet hole. Your throbbing borders painful as much as pleasurable. To sate the desire you swoop down and kiss around his thick tip. Shudder into his slit and stroke beneath his cockhead. His taste perfectly compliments the bitterness of alcohol. You’d get drunk on him any day.

But a hand to your hair snaps you from your swirl of need. With a gruff - “you gonna keep suckin’ me dry or?” oh, there’s that devilish chuckle again. Your insides flare in competition with your face that he grinds up into shamelessly. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy? ‘m waiting.”

Your kisses rain down on his muscular highs like apologies crossed with whines. “Nervous. . . I wanna make you feel good.” There you go humping mindlessly into the mattress again. Imagine his hips instead of the scratch of linen.

A warm, tender hand to the back of your neck leads you home to his lips. They overtake yours in a fire, a passion. One that surely is meant to pull more of your pathetic noises out. So you attempt to win back your pride by shoving your hands to his shoulders and forcing him back down.

“That’s it.” If you thought his groan made you dizzy then the squeeze of his hand around your dick as he reached forward crumbled you entirely. Like hot candle wax, you fall onto him with a melt and buck into his thigh.

The slick of previous lube steals your breath. So you return the favour with lathered kisses into his mouth. An exchange of tongue and teeth. All while he guides you steadily.

Excitement shoots through you at the feel of his rim. Straight from your tip and through your dick. Your hands brace on his sides and his squeeze at your hips. The kiss parts again. Strings of saliva the last evidence. Your hips buck. Your gut pleads for you to just push in. But a quick reminder of his own inexperience in this field steers your muscles to a halt.

Inexperienced? You’d never consider him such.

Not with the way he touches you. Certainly not with his words laced with teasing lilts He’d be the death of you. And you would so readily let him bury you. Just how you wish to bury within those warm walls.

“Now. . . easy does it.” He mumbles against kisses to your neck. Small assurances that swell and squeeze your heart. Your body moves on automation. Muscles robotically dancing to his rhythm as your tip glides along his hole. You’re so busy bothering your lower lip with your teeth that you fail to notice him doing the same. “Just. . . there. . . there - hah -”

Surely, this is a trap. The tightness of his heat encasing your cock inch - by agonising inch - is a sabotage in every degree of the word. One for your heart that leaps straight into your throat. You bob it down with gulps of saliva and swallowed gasps. It’d be too humiliating to -

“Let it out. . .”

“F-Fuck . . .”

It’s such a pathetic noise really. In comparison to his deep, rumbled groans and grunts — you feel like a whimpering kitten. How can you be anything but when he’s thrumming around your cock like that? When his heat makes you so dizzy that you have to droop your head to his scarred chest and press kisses all over his skin?

There’s no stopping your hips as they chase pleasure. Bucks meet his thighs and your hands flex around his sides. Searching for a leverage, a comfort, to cling to while he consumes your body whole. For a moment - you forget that you are the one inside of him.

“S-So good -”

“Yeah?”

The ragged breath finally steals your attention. The sight of him beneath you is enough to snap several chords in your tummy. With emerald eyes peered through fluttery half-lids. His brows itch to crease at the centre. There’s no missing the subtle flex of his fingers in the dark sheets. And that light blush scattered across his face? He’s the sight of heaven, splayed out on a bed of all things for crying out loud.

Every fibre in your body begs for you not to be a hero. His heat is not something you can manage. Stubbornly, still, you persist and press in further. Feel the tightness in your gut. The swell in your chest.

It happened so fast. White blinds your vision and takes over your movements. You’re needily bucking into his lube-slathered heat with tiny, pitiful humps. Lips parted, eyes fluttered. The shudder that tears through your body shoves you down onto him again and you moan out against his collarbone.

Heat fizzles into realisation. But before you can so much as apologise, that tender feeling finds the small of your back once more. You feel his smile against your temple; and his hips rolling into yours as though you didn’t just bust already.

“That good huh?” The snicker makes you flush. For the life of you, you cannot bother with embarrassment or pleasantries. All you can do is stutter your cock forward in shallow, aimless thrusst.

“A-Ah - ah - m-m sorry. . . mngh. . . just mngh - s’good.”

“Keep going. Steady. Make a - a - ah - a rhythm.”

Large palms flatten on your thighs. Then squeeze. Vespasiano steers your hips forward until you catch the hang of it. His lips motivate you with showers all over your neck and shoulders. You return it tenfold with bites and marks littered across his throat and chest.

Pleasure swells through your head. Strikes down your spine. The air leaves you in bouts you can barely keep up with. Not that you care. Not that it matters. Who needs air when pleasure flies you to cloud nine?

“D-Does - does it feel - feel good?” Your eyes search his scrunched up face for an answer. Your impatience drops a hand to his cock, and you messily stroke along the trails of wetness leaked from his pulsating tip. An action he clearly was not anticipating with the way his back arched and moans tumbled forth.

Not groans. Not grunts. Moans. You really are in heaven. To have a man of his experience, his age, his occupation and stature. Moan for you.

Your thrusts catch wind of the small ego boost. Fueled with pride you angle, like he’s taught you, and buck ferally into different spots. Searching for that one - just that one -

“A-Ah fuck-!”

There.

“Answer me. . . Please,” the whine borders all sorts of needy and pathetic. Your lips are wet on his throat as you suckle down on his adam’s apple and press your skin together. Consume his heat for your own. “T-Tell me you feel good. That I’m - making - hngh.”

“Feels - good.” he groans. You don’t expect the hand that claps down on your thigh. Only the grin that he shoots up at you.

“But go faster. Yeah - ngh - th-thas’ ittt. . .”

What more can you do but drive yourself to madness with your messy thrusts? You’ll keep humping away at his tight hole. Shower him in kisses, bites, gropes - what have you. Sure you might cum more times as you. But as long as you both get your fill — who cares about inexperience?

Just gives him more time to teach more. More time for you to fuck him.

[crazy-so-na-sega]

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Nel frattempo era diventato normale che fosse l'esercito a scegliere l'imperatore e grazie alla profezia dell'ebreo romano Giuseppe Flavio, Vespasiano non era stato colto di sorpresa. Ha accettato la nomina come se non ci tenesse granché ma, visto che l'imperatore qualcuno doveva pur farlo, tanto valeva che lo facesse lui. Non ha avuto fretta di tornare a Roma, non più di quanta ne avesse avuta di attaccare Gerusalemme. Come il generale Kutuzov in Guerra e pace, Vespasiano non amava agire di fretta, preferiva prendere tempo. Tutti facevano affidamento su di lui perché ristabilisse l'ordine, e lui l'avrebbe ristabilito con i suoi tempi, con la sua astuta bonomia da mulattiere. Si è fatto aspettare qualche mese, e alla fine è partito lasciando al figlio Tito il compito di liquidare i conti con Gerusalemme. Giuseppe Flavio aveva puntato sul cavallo vincente. In questo periodo, in omaggio al nuovo imperatore, ha sostituito il nome ebraico Yosef ben Matatyahu con quello romano con cui lo conosciamo noi, e la condizione di prigioniero di guerra con quella di una specie di commissario agli affari ebraici presso Tito, nominato generalissimo per l'Oriente. Nell'entourage di Tito Giuseppe ha ritrovato due vecchie conoscenze: il reuccio Agrippa e sua sorella Berenice - diventata amante del generalissimo. Possiamo dire che Berenice e Agrippa erano, come Giuseppe, collaborazionisti, ma non cinici farabutti. Erano spaventati da quello che accadeva sotto i loro occhi e hanno fatto tutto il possibile per difendere davanti ai romani la causa del loro popolo e davanti al loro popolo la causa dei romani. A parte questo, se la passavano bene, sempre dentro i palazzi del potere, sempre dalla parte giusta della barricata. Innamoratissimo di Berenice, Tito avrebbe voluto farle un piacere mostrandosi conciliante, ma da un lato è difficile mostrarsi conciliante quando si hanno di fronte dei pazzi scatenati, perché tali erano ormai diventati gli abitanti di Gerusalemme sotto assedio, dall'altro la tabella di marcia che gli aveva lasciato il padre prima di tornare a Roma era molto chiara: bisognava inaugurare il regno con una grande e significativa vittoria, e far vedere che non si poteva sfidare Roma impunemente. Bisognava, come ha detto Vladimir Putin a proposito della situazione non molto diversa in Cecenia, inseguire i terroristi fin dentro i cessi. Così è stato.

Giuseppe, che scriveva per celebrare la gloria di Tito, dice che questi aveva raccomandato di fare una strage, ma contenuta, e proibito di distruggere il Tempio. Ma Tito non poteva badare a tutto di persona: il Tempio è stato incendiato, e le donne e bambini che vi si erano rifugiati dentro bruciati vivi. Fra ribelli, abitanti e pellegrini, si sono contate alcune centinaia di migliaia di morti e i sopravvissuti venduti come schiavi a privati o, i più ribelli, risparmiati in vista del trionfo che si stava preparando a Roma.

Quando non è rimasto più nessuno da uccidere, il buon Tito ha fatto distruggere la città, abbattere le mura, radere al suolo il Tempio. Sul piano ingegneristico, non è stata una passeggiata. Bisognava pur mettere da qualche parte i colossali blocchi di pietra caduti a terra, ma dopo aver riempito fino all'orlo il burrone che all'epoca separava il Tempio dalla città alta, i romani si sono rassegnati a lasciare tutto ammucchiato alla rinfusa. I diversi invasori - romani, arabi, crociati, ottomani - che nel corso dei secoli successivi hanno conquistato e riconquistato la città hanno preso da quel mucchio il materiale per ricostruirla come volevano, rivendicando ogni volta il merito dell'opera. In quel gigantesco Lego l'unica cosa rimasta sempre in piedi è il muro di cinta occidentale del Tempio, al quale ancora oggi gli ebrei affidano le loro preghiere. La conclusione di Giuseppe (ma ricordiamoci chi era) è che "la città fu abbattuta dalla rivoluzione, e poi i romani abbatterono la rivoluzione". Vale a dire: a cominciare sono stati gli ebrei, e i romani, per ristabilire la pace, non hanno avuto scelta. Si può dire la stessa cosa anche in un altro modo, come fa il comandante bretone Calgaco di cui Tacito ci ha lasciato queste parole, riferite ai romani: "Dove fanno il deserto, lo chiamano pace".

-Emmanuel Carrère - Il Regno

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Another match-fixing scandal rocks Brazilian soccer

A new soccer match-fixing scandal has shaken Brazil. This time, Bruno Henrique, a prominent forward for the storied Rio de Janeiro-based club Flamengo, is involved in a police investigation.

Another Brazilian soccer star, Lucas Paquetá, is currently under investigation for match-fixing in England.

On Tuesday, Federal Police officers, search warrant in hand, arrived at Bruno Henrique’s upscale residence in the city and confiscated his cell phone. Additional searches were carried out at properties linked to the player in Belo Horizonte, Vespasiano, Lagoa Santa, and Ribeirão das Neves, all located in the state of Minas Gerais, where he was born.

The investigation centers on suspicions that the player deliberately received yellow and red cards during a match between Flamengo and Santos in the 31st round of the Brazilian Championship, held in Brasília on November 3, 2023.

In that game, Bruno Henrique was yellow carded after committing a hard foul on a Santos player in the 50th minute of stoppage time. Enraged, he approached referee Rafael Klein, shouting angrily until he was shown a red card and sent off.

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