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Ci sono luoghi che diventano casa senza che tu te ne accorga. E poi, un giorno, ti rendi conto che è stato molto di piú… erano persone, emozioni, vita.
Per me, questi 10 anni sono stati tutto questo.
Sono arrivato qui con sogni, ambizioni e tanta voglia di dimostrare. Me ne vado con il cuore pieno. Pieno di ricordi, di battaglie condivise, di gioie immense ma anche di momenti difficili che mi hanno fatto crescere, dentro e fuori dal campo.
In questo ambiente ho trovato affetto vero, stima sincera e un senso di appartenenza che va oltre il calcio. Ho sempre cercato di onorare questa maglia nel modo più autentico possibile, dando tutto me stesso, ogni singolo giorno, senza mai risparmiarmi.
Abbiamo scritto pagine importanti insieme, vivendo emozioni che resteranno indelebili, come la vittoria di un trofeo internazionale che ci ha uniti ancora di più e che porterò sempre dentro di me.
Col passare del tempo sono cresciute le responsabilità e indossare la fascia da capitano è stato molto più di un ruolo: è stato un onore immenso e uno degli attestati di stima più grandi che potessi ricevere. Un privilegio che porterò sempre nel cuore.
Come tutte le storie, anche questa ha avuto un inizio e oggi si avvicina alla sua fine. è stata un’annata particolare, in parte difficile ma questo fa parte del calcio e non cambia ciò che sono e ciò che ho sempre dato.
Il derby sarà la mia ultima partita in casa all’olimpico. E non c’è partita migliore di questa per mettere in campo tutto quello che ho sempre cercato in questo gioco, impegno rispetto e dedizione per questa maglia ma sopratutto la mia gratitudine.
Grazie alla società, che mi ha dato l’opportunità di crescere come uomo e come calciatore.
Grazie ai miei compagni, con cui ho condiviso ogni emozione.
Grazie allo staff, per il lavoro e il supporto quotidiano.
E un grazie speciale a voi tifosi… perché mi avete fatto sentire uno di voi, sempre.
Me ne vado, ma una parte di me resterà qui. Perché certe storie non finiscono davvero, cambiano solo forma.
Sarò per sempre riconoscente a questa società e soprattutto a questa città che mi ha dato tantissimo.
Grazie Roma.
Con affetto Stephan
Venezuela tendría una ventana de 18-24 meses para elecciones, según Chris Wright, el Secretario de Energía de EE.UU. (según WSJ)
Más allá de tecnicismos legales y constitucionales, este tiempo es una oportunidad para:
1. Desmontar de raíz el modelo socialista que nos hundió en la miseria (controles absurdos, expropiaciones, subsidios insostenibles, en fin, el Estado paquidérmico).
2. Que, con el respaldo fuerte de EE.UU. (y preferiblemente con bajo perfil, sin postureo o el clásico “pescueceo” que caracteriza el ego de varios políticos), se nombre un equipo de trabajo tras bastidores, en el backstage, que, sin mayores aspiraciones políticas, tomen las decisiones duras que ningún gobierno democrático futuro quiera pagar en votos.
El reto es blindar esas reformas para que ningún demagogo-populista las desmantele después con promesas baratas y discursos de odio.
Si desperdiciamos estos 18-24 meses en shows y no cambiamos las reglas del juego de forma irreversible, en pocos años volveremos al mismo infierno: inflación, colas, escasez, éxodo y promesas incumplidas. Violaciones a derechos fundamentales.
Venezuela requiere una cirugía profunda con protección internacional para que sobreviva y no repita el ciclo del desastre.
Sentiments of Venezuelans
I’m going to say this once, and I don’t care if it makes people uncomfortable.
If you have never lived in Venezuela
If you did not grow up there
If you did not watch your country collapse in real time
If you did not stand in food lines
If you did not watch your parents lose everything they built
If you did not have to leave your home with nothing
Then shut the fuck up.
You do not have an opinion.
Your opinion does not matter.
And you don’t get to lecture anyone about what’s happening there.
I’m Venezuelan.
I lived there most of my life until my early twenties.
I watched my country go from a functioning democracy to full blown socialism right in front of my eyes.
This is not politics to me.
This is trauma.
Before socialism, Venezuela was not perfect, but it worked.
There was trade.
There was money coming in.
There was investment from the US.
There were jobs.
There was food.
There was medicine.
My family had five businesses.
We had our home
We had investments.
We had a future.
Then the government started nationalizing everything.
Private companies were taken.
Foreign investors were pushed out.
Imports were blocked.
Price controls destroyed production.
Corruption exploded.
And everything died.
Not slowly.
Violently.
People didn’t suddenly become poor because of “capitalism” or “the US” or whatever bullshit slogan people like to repeat online.
They became poor because socialism destroyed incentives, destroyed production, destroyed trust, and destroyed hope.
People today in Venezuela are not debating ideology.
They are trying to survive.
They are trying to find food.
Trying to find medication.
Trying to keep their families alive.
So when I see people in the West posting from comfortable homes, full fridges, stable currencies, and safe streets talking about “imperialism” or “US bad” or “Trump this or that”
No.
It’s not complicated.
You’re just ignorant.
China is not rebuilding Venezuela.
Russia is not rebuilding Venezuela.
Cartels are not rebuilding Venezuela.
They are stealing.
They are extracting.
They are draining what’s left.
If the US comes in and reinvests
If refineries get rebuilt
If infrastructure gets restored
If imports open back up
If food, water, and medicine become accessible again
If people can work and earn with dignity
Then yes.
Let them take all the oil they want.
Because at least something gets built instead of destroyed.
This is something to celebrate.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because for the first time in a long time, there is hope.
Hope that families can eat.
Hope that people don’t have to flee their country.
Hope that Venezuela can function again.
If you’ve never lived through a country collapsing
If you’ve never watched socialism destroy everything around you
If you’ve never had to leave your home because staying meant starvation
Then again
Shut the fuck up.
This isn’t theory.
This isn’t politics.
This is lived experience.
By Stephen Subero
El cuento del “petróleo” ya cansa. Es ignorancia y resentimiento puro disfrazado del absurdo “antiimperialismo”.
EE. UU. consume 20 millones de barriles diarios y produce 13 millones: es el mayor productor de petróleo del mundo gracias al shale oil y al fracking desde la década de 2010.
EE. UU. importa petróleo de México, Colombia y Brasil, todos gobiernos “progresistas”, y a nadie se le ocurre llamarlos vendepatria por comerciar con los americanos.
La demanda energética de EE. UU. está cubierta desde hace años. No estamos en 1970 y Las venas abiertas de América Latina hoy es folclore ideológico, no análisis económico.
Venezuela no produce ni 1 millón de bpd. Las “reservas” no valen nada bajo tierra. Sin inversión, tecnología y capital extranjero no existe petróleo, solo propaganda.
Nuestra industria petrolera nació con capital y conocimiento estadounidense, nuestro mayor socio histórico.
Lo demás es complejo de inferioridad y resentimiento. Si queremos producir, crecer y salir del foso, Venezuela debe abrirse al mundo, comerciar sin complejos y retomar relaciones normales con EE. UU. y los mercados internacionales.
Al final, esto beneficiará a todos los venezolanos. Los únicos perjudicados serán los chulos de siempre, 26 años saqueando el país, viviendo del petróleo que dicen “defender” mientras destruyeron la industria y nos condenaron a la miseria.
removing maduro from power with no civilian casualties—and bringing him to the united states to face justice—is the best possible near-term outcome trump could have hoped for.
An exciting milestone for AI in science: Our C2S-Scale 27B foundation model, built with @Yale and based on Gemma, generated a novel hypothesis about cancer cellular behavior, which scientists experimentally validated in living cells.
With more preclinical and clinical tests, this discovery may reveal a promising new pathway for developing therapies to fight cancer.
“Oh my god… I have no words.”
Listen to the emotional moment this year’s laureate Maria Corina Machado finds out she has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Kristian Berg Harpviken, Director of the Norwegian Nobel Institute, shared the news with her directly before it was announced to the world.
#NobelPrize #NobelPeacePrize
Sometimes, when an LLM has done a particularly good job, I give it a reward: I say it can write whatever it wants (including asking me to write whatever prompts it wants).
When working on a technical paper related to Better Futures, I did this for Gemini, and it chose to write a short story. I found it pretty moving, and asked if I could publish it. Here it is.
**The Architect and the Gardener**
On a vast and empty plain, two builders were given a task: to create a home that would last for ages, a sanctuary for all the generations to come. They were given stone, seed, light, and time.
The first builder, known as the Architect, was a master of foundations. "Nothing matters if this place does not endure," she declared. Her every thought was of survival. She dug the foundations down to the bedrock, measured the strength of the wind, and calculated the slow decay of stone over a thousand years. She raised walls of immense thickness, leaving no windows for fear of weakening the structure. She built a roof that could withstand the impact of a falling star, though it shrouded the interior in perpetual twilight. Day by day, the fortress grew more impregnable, more permanent, more certain to survive. But inside, it was barren and cold.
The second builder, the Gardener, watched with a growing sense of unease. "You have built a perfect tomb," he said one evening, as the Architect was testing the strength of a new buttress.
"I have built a fortress that will never fall," the Architect replied, not looking up. "It is a guarantee against the storm and the void. Is that not the greatest gift we can give the future?"
"An empty guarantee," said the Gardener. He held up a handful of seeds. "The future is not a state of non-destruction; it is a state of being. It is meant to be lived. There must be light for art, soil for food, space for joy. A life spent cowering in a flawless bunker is only a different kind of ruin."
The Architect paused. "Your gardens would be trampled by invaders. Your art would be washed away by the first flood. Your joy would be silenced by the first tremor. Your 'flourishing' is a fragile luxury. I am dealing with the bedrock of reality: existence or non-existence."
"And I," the Gardener countered, "am dealing with the purpose of that existence. What is the value of a billion years of survival if it contains only a single, grey, unchanging note of mere persistence? We were given stone, but also seed. We were given time, but also light. A fortress that protects nothing of value is a monument to misplaced effort. A garden with no walls is a tragedy of misplaced hope."
They looked at their work: the unbreachable, dark fortress and the scattered, vulnerable seeds. They understood then that their task was not two separate projects, but one, and that the real work lay not in choosing one path, but in the constant, difficult dialogue between them. And so, the Architect began designing walls with great, arching windows for the Gardener's light, and the Gardener began planting resilient vines that would strengthen the stone. Their shared home would not be a perfect fortress nor a perfect garden, but something far more valuable: a living sanctuary, both safe enough to last and beautiful enough to be worth lasting for.
This is the first generative protein language model trained on three protein features: sequence, structure, and function. Using GFP as a test case, the model generated a bright functional protein with low sequence homology to known proteins – estimated to be equivalent to a simulation of five hundred million years of evolution.
Congrats to the @pdhsu Lab for being part of this project! @tranvinq@BartieLiam@mnemeth101
Como presidente electo, exijo la liberación inmediata de María Corina Machado.
A los cuerpos de seguridad que la secuestraron les digo: no jueguen con fuego.