Vicente Soler Pérez

Manque Pierda 🇳🇬

[Momentos Virales @momentoviral]

Parece que en esa jugada el VAR aplicó el famoso: "siga, siga... que ya casi se acaba". 👀

[Manuel Pimentel Siles @mpimentelsiles]

El cine despierta nuestros sentimientos y pasiones. Y el gran @JavierAlmuzara nos muestra, hermosa y sabiamante, las mejores películas para sentirnos bien. ¡Qué bonito libro! @BereniceLibros

[Gonzalo Márquez 🪄 @GxldeMagisco22]

Ahora si es oficial 💚🤍🇺🇾

[Julıo Barrenengoa @jbarrenengoa]

.@elocasoderoma es más que un podcast. Es también #Vestigia y #CodexVestigia. ¡Únete!
🌐 https://t.co/7kh6Q8mFLX
🅿️ https://t.co/FZZzg8BJa1
🎧 EODR: https://t.co/YEWrfowF7g
🎧 Vestigia:
- https://t.co/EZvBfylPqc
- https://t.co/v77JEGeJzq
📜 Codex Vestigia: https://t.co/TGbH2eqz5h

[Más Ciencia @MsCiencia2]

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[ElDesmarque @eldesmarque]

💚 "El Betis se ha convertido en mi vida, soy bético hasta la médula".

La historia de Pepe el Sanluqueño y su amor por los colores verdiblancos.

🔗 https://t.co/KykhNTHGqF 🔗

[Espinof @espinof_com]

Clint Eastwood, sobre la sociedad actual: "Hoy en día se inventan mil cosas para hacer sentir culpable a la gente" https://t.co/xfPqQaVx0x

[Jaime Garcia-Máiquez @JGMaiquez]

Me lo han enviado poniendo el grito en el cielo, pero a mí me ha hecho gracia. Hay que reirse, por Dios... y por nosotros

[César Dorado 🏺🏛️ @CDorado75]

📢💣 ¡Descifran el primer Papiro de Herculano completo!
Ojo a esto porque gracias al Vesuvius Challenge, y mediante IA y tomografía avanzada, se ha logrado la lectura completa de un papiro carbonizado por el Vesubio sin desenrollarlo, atribuido al estoico Crisipo de Solos 🧵👇

[Nuriaipunt @nuriaipunt]

Isaac Asimov explicando que le gustó tanto El Imperio contraataca que cuando terminó, gritó en la sala "¡Empiecen ya la tercera!" 🥰♥️

[EL MUNDO @elmundoes]

España, entre los países de la UE que menos días de baja cargan a las empresas: 12 días frente a 30 en Bélgica, 42 en Alemania o hasta dos años en Países Bajos https://t.co/O3FDIgg7OV

[César Dorado 🏺🏛️ @CDorado75]

📢💣 ¡Hallan un carro votivo de bronce en Casas del Turuñuelo!
Ojo porque la VIII campaña de excavación del yacimiento tartésico ha sacado a la luz un impresionante carro ritual de bronce del s. VI a.C. ¡Un hallazgo sin precedentes en la Península Ibérica!
📹 Ayto. de Guareña

[King of Fårö @KingofFr1]

"Cuando sea vieja no quiero parecer más joven. Quiero parecer más feliz" (Anna Magnani)
Mamma Roma, 1962

[Yo fuí a EGB @YofuiaEGB]

Hoy se cumplen 50 años de la muerte de Fofó, un duro golpe para los niños de la EGB.

[Fundación Blas Infante @FundBlasInfante]

XIX Congreso de la Fundación Blas Infante
"Los pilares del Andalucismo"

El Congreso tendrá lugar en la ciudad de Córdoba del 15 al 17 de octubre,

[Lucía Ros Serra @caoticalucie]

¿Por qué ver una película que no he experimentado nunca en una tarde regulinchi cuando puedo ver la mejor película comfort ever que he visto 200 veces y podría seguir viendo "Senza fine"?

[𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪 𝓞'𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 🇮🇪🍀🇪🇦🏉 @LolaOMolly]

Se puede decir más alto, pero no más claro

[Famélica legión🔻 @Famelica_legion]

M. Rajoy ordenaba a la policía crear informes falsos sobre oponentes políticos que, una vez enviados a medios, permitían abrir procesos judiciales prospectivos que acababan archivados años más tardes, pero cumplían su función de descredito y destrucción de imagen...
#Mañaneros17J

[Momentos Virales @momentoviral]

Lucha como el Cucho: hasta el último segundo, hasta el último balón. Nunca des nada por perdido.

[Polymarket FC @PolymarketFC]

🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:

“Dear Roxane,

Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.

Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.

Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?

Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.

Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.

Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.

Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.

Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.

Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.

Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.

Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.

My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.

That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”