Alba G.

Detesto a Correa y a todas sus ratas y borregos.

[EFE Noticias @EFEnoticias]

#ÚLTIMAHORA | EE.UU. entrega a Ecuador a exministro investigado por el crimen de Fernando Villavicencio.

[Amandita Villavicencio Sandoval @agentedelcaos33]

José Serrano, el más oscuro ministro de Correa, se dirige a la cárcel de El Encuentro. Es una gran victoria para el país. El correísmo nunca volverá. #NoHayCrimenPerfecto

[Arduino Tomasi Adams @ArduinoTomasi2]

Desde el asesinato del general Jorge Gabela hasta la manipulación de las estadísticas de homicidios y el magnicidio de Fernando Villavicencio: son muchos y graves los casos sobre los que #JoséSerrano, exministro del Interior de Rafael Correa, debe responder ante la justicia.

[Galo Lara Y. @GaloLaraY]

El ministro del Interior de Correa, es el nuevo huésped de El Encuentro. 1/3

[Daniel Noboa Azin @DanielNoboaOk]

Lo dijimos, lo cumplimos.
José Serrano, ministro de interior de Correa, nuevo huésped de El Encuentro.
Ya mismo te toca a ti.
@mashirafael

[Alba G. @AlbaG81037460]

@TheVerdugoEc Este par son de la misma calaña, se podría decir que son las "gemelas corruptas".

[El Universo @eluniversocom]

‘Correa ofreció vengarse de mí’: #LenínMoreno tras ser declarado responsable de cohecho en el caso Sinohydro https://t.co/7zltLNUNXK

[Angela Arte @arte_angela]

.
🔥🔥🔥
"Aclamen los honrados,
al Señor,
que la alabanza es cosa
de hombres buenos;
den gracias al Señor
con la cítara;
toquen en su honor
el arpa de diez cuerdas;
cántenle un cántico nuevo
acompañando los vítores
con bordones:
que la palabra del Señor
es recta +

[La Data @ladataec]

#Tendencia Noboa provoca desesperación en el prófugo, quien activó de inmediato a sus trolls tras ser descubierto por sus delitos y corrupción

Este viernes tras la contundente y reveladora entrevista donde el presidente Daniel Noboa expuso sin piedad las verdades sobre la corrupción y la persecución política y espionaje de la época de Correa, el desesperado prófugo de la justicia desató la furia de su cofradía digital, activando de inmediato a su ejército de troles en redes sociales para intentar desacreditar la gestión gubernamental que los dejó al descubierto.

@ladataec 👈

#ladata #TendenciaPolítica #RafaelCorrea #Corrupción

[Medusa @soy_lamedusa]

El hombre que acabó con la reelección indefinida, enterró la Ley Mordaza y abrió las puertas para recuperar libertades que muchos daban por perdidas.

[Miguel Calabria @MiguelCalabria3]

Only to teach the truth and to care for the people
Noted with righteous laws;
Insight with the knowledge of wisdom!
Knowing the truth! !Keeping the Faith!
In the land of the living without hurting anyone
✒️Edward Kofi Louis

Agios Pavlos
Thessaloniki #Greece
@mairn_pap
@kalp71271

[ℙ𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕠 𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕒 @pabloleonsilva]

Esto es muestra de como hay medios que difaman , mienten o sueltan #FakeNews.

La realidad es esta, nos caiga bien o mal @Lenin esta demostrando que si enfrenta a la justicia y no se da a la fuga.

No como los de la @RC5Oficial qué son una tarea de cobardes y huyen como ratas!

[Paris Paname @ParisAMDParis]

Rentrée des classes à la papeterie Gibert, boulevard Saint-Michel
1952. Paris 5e Quartier Latin

[Mordecai @MenschOhneMusil]

Helmer Osslund (1866 - 1938).

[Miguel Calabria @MiguelCalabria3]

Bello castillo de Loarre siglo XI #Huesca fue palacio real y monasterio fundado por el rey Sancho III el Mayor.
Dicen: aquí falleció y enterraron, al traidor Don Julián, a la entrada de la iglesia para ser pisoteado.
Aseguran ver al fantasma de la abadesa Violante
@zascandil_7

[Annie @annie151092]

"Moonlight on the Truckee River"
By, Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (German, 1839-1927)

Oil on canvas #paintings #art

[ヴィズマーラ恵子🇮🇹 @vismoglie]

これ面白い😃よくできてるAI。マグリットとかグラント・ウッドとか、渋いところを出してくるね。

[Daily Dutch Masters 🎨 @Goudriaan2]

Windmill in rainy weather
Paulus Schiedges the Younger, 1880-1922

[Dominique Pucini @Dominiquepucini]

Portrait de Charlotte du Val d'Ognes (1801)
Marie-Denise Villers (1774-1821), élève de Jacques-Louis David.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art à New York.

[James Lucas @JamesLucasIT]

Van Gogh once wrote one of the most beautiful sentences I have ever read:

"Just as we take the train to go to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star."

You have seen the painting below hundreds of times, but you probably do not know the story behind it, and it is as unbearably beautiful as the words you just read...

Van Gogh had painted the night before. Yet, he had never painted it like this, because he had never been this far down, or reached this far up.

After a breakdown, Vincent had committed himself, of his own will, to an asylum at Saint-Rémy, a former monastery for the mentally ill. He was thirty-six years old. From the window of his room, behind iron bars, he could see a wheatfield and a strip of sky. He described it to his brother Theo like a man who had found something to hold onto:

"Through the iron-barred window I can make out a square of wheat in an enclosure, above which in the morning I see the sun rise in its glory."

Out of that view, that narrow slot of world seen from inside a mental institution, he made one of the most famous paintings that has ever existed. The night sky rolls and swirls like a living sea, eleven stars and a blazing crescent moon burn and turn in currents of blue, the whole heavens surging with a force that feels almost too large for the canvas to hold...

Vincent had trained as a preacher once, and though he had long since broken with the church, he never stopped reaching for something larger than himself. He had once written Theo a line that explains this whole painting:

"I have a tremendous need for, shall I say the word, religion. So I go outside at night to paint the stars."

That is what he was doing here: reaching for the divine the only way he had left, with a brush and a sky full of light. He made it locked away, ill, and more alone than he had ever been, and instead of despair he gave us what may be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever painted.

The lower he sank, the higher his work climbed, until he turned the view from a barred asylum window into the closest thing we have to heaven.

And if he was right, if death really is only the train we take to reach a star, then somewhere out past the swirling blue he painted from that cell, Vincent finally made the journey he was always looking up toward...