Señores @UnivEcotec sean mas gente,como van a creer que habiendo tantos estudiantes del sector villa club envíen UN SOLO EXPRESO todos los dias dejan tirados a los estudiantes,hoy pasé y con esta lluvia muchos ahí mojándose,manden un expreso más grande😡 @ComunidLaAurora
Charlie Hunnam é tão loiro que o cabelo dele chega a parecer branco. Quando ele percebeu que estava sendo gravado, segurou pra não rir. Ele parece ser tão simpático e tem zero estrelismo.
Está bien ver crecer el sector, pero el tráfico ya es complicado en ciertos horarios. Además de nuevos proyectos hay que pensar en mejoras de las vias y en preservar los pocos espacios verdes que aún quedan. No todo tiene que ser cemento 🌳🚗
🐱 | La causa #1 de muerte en gatos es el fallo renal y los científicos japoneses podrían haberlo resuelto.
Descubrieron que una proteína llamada AIM no funciona correctamente en los gatos, lo que provoca que las toxinas se acumulen durante años.
Crearon una versión artificial — y en las pruebas, las inyecciones ralentizaron drásticamente la enfermedad e incluso ayudaron a gatos en estado grave.
Si todo sale bien, el tratamiento podría llegar al mercado en 2027 y casi duplicar la esperanza de vida de tu gato.
Cher was present there when Val Kilmer died. She was devastated. As cancer stole his voice and his strength, friends faded. Calls stopped. Pity moved in. Cher didn’t.
“I moved him into my guest house,” she said. “So I could watch him myself.”
No cameras. No headlines. Just 2AM nights when he couldn’t breathe, and she was on the phone with specialists, refusing to let him face it alone.
“That’s love,” she told People. “You show up.”
They met in 1982.
She was Cher — untouchable.
He was Val — 22, Juilliard, hungry.
The tabloids sold “sex symbol couple.”
The truth? Poetry at 4AM. Philosophy debates.
“We laughed at the same things constantly,” Cher said. “He’d sleep over and it was just friendship… then it wasn’t.”
When the romance ended, the respect didn’t.
For 40 years, they were each other’s safe place.
Then 2015 hit.
Throat cancer. Surgery. Radiation. A tracheostomy that saved his life and took his voice — the voice of Iceman, Doc Holliday, Jim Morrison.
People didn’t know what to do with a legend who could only whisper.
Cher did.
“She never looked at me like I was broken,” Val wrote in I’m Your Huckleberry. “She looked at me like I was Val.”
One hospital night, he was drowning in it. Tears. Fear. Done.
Cher walked in wearing silk. No sad eyes.
“Val, are you crying because you’re so happy to see me?” she said.
He cracked up.
“I was sobbing, then laughing,” he wrote. “She knew I didn’t need a nurse. I needed to feel like me.”
She stayed. Through Val, the documentary. Through years of rasping conversations and quiet courage.
April 1, 2025. Val Kilmer died at 65 from pneumonia.
Cher was there.
Not for a photo. For him.
She was devastated.
The next morning she posted on X: “VALUS Will miss u. U Were Funny, crazy, pain in the ass, GREAT FRIEND, kids <3 U. BRILLIANT as Mark Twain. BRAVE here during ur sickness.”
She’d loved him in the ’80s. She cared for him in his final years. She mourned him when he left.
“Friendship isn’t the good times,” she said. “It’s who stays when there are no words left.”
She heard his heart long after his voice went quiet.
That’s loyalty.
Not the kind that posts.
The kind that moves you in, makes you laugh, and holds your hand when the silence comes.
They stopped being lovers in 1984.
They never stopped being family.
And when he took his last breath, the last face he knew was one that had loved him through every version of himself. 💙....