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Cosecha del 92. Fútbol. Motorsport. Gimnasia Rítmica. Marketing. Actualidad. #DP26

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@ZoeGutier Valorando solo el contenido de la queja, el respeto entre vecinos que han decidido vivir en un bloque de pisos debe ser mutuo; todos deben tener paciencia respecto a los demás, y todos deben tener respeto hacia los demás, también los que tienen a gente viviendo debajo de su casa

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@GLS_Spain mi envio lleva en incidencia una semana y vuestra IA no me ayuda

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@GLS_clientes llevo más de una semana esperando a que GLS envíe el paquete que se encuentra en el parcel shop así como para recibir el QR de recogida de otro paquete que según el seguimiento me está esperando en ese parcel shop y sin el cual no puedo recogerlo.

[J. 🇵🇸 @Messilizer0]

Messi standing up to hug Lamine Yamal as he approaches

beautiful moment, man

[José Luis Sastre @jl_sastre]

A veces el fútbol es justo.

Qué bien
Qué alegría
Qué merecido
Qué manera de entenderse y de entender el fútbol

Y cuánto lo merecía Ferran

[Scuderia Ferrari HP @ScuderiaFerrari]

YOUR BRITISH GP 2026 WINNER 🏆🇬🇧

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@EAntibulo @B_ivasV No

[ANDONI 🏳️‍🌈 @andonii_]

Estoy bastante sorprendido con muchos de los comentarios sobre el primer concierto de Amaia Montero junto a La Oreja de Van Gogh ayer en Bilbao.

Ayer tuve la gran suerte de asistir al concierto y la percepción general del público allí fue muy distinta a la que se está leyendo hoy en redes: hubo emoción, nostalgia y una conexión evidente entre la banda y la gente desde el primer minuto. Evidentemente hubo aspectos mejorables y nervios logicos.

Pero reducir lo vivido ayer a una colección de críticas virales me parece profundamente injusto. Amaia ofreció un concierto sólido, cercano y muy valiente. Se la vio emocionada, comprometida y respaldada por un público que, en su gran mayoría, salimos satisfechos y felices de volver a vivir esas canciones en directo.

A veces las redes amplifican más el morbo que la realidad.

Los que vais a asistir a los proximos conciertos, prepararos para disfrutar temazo tras temazo.

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@Gelintor El problema viene cuando se te exige que la cantidad a dar mínimamente cubra el cubierto, ahí para mí deja de ser un regalo y empiezas a costear su boda/capricho.

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@Farmaenfurecida Si suma 2+2 le salen decimales

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@SThingsMeme 2a

[McLaren Mastercard Formula 1 Team @McLarenF1]

He never gave up, he never stopped racing, and he's just getting started 🏆🙌

#McLaren | #ThisTeam

[Khaled Safi خالد صافي @KhaledSafi]

None of us is free until we are all free.

#freeSudan #freeCongo #freeUyghur #freePalestine

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@bakwasbandkrein Damion

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@logarvic @hombreamable @lasetadesam En OT1 se hicieron trios desde la gala 1

[Itziar @_ComaGirl]

@m60r_ 💔 I feel he encouraged and inspired more Gazans to speak up and tell your testimonies, for the rest of the world is essential to read what you are living so that we know what is truly happening. Stay safe 🙏🏼 we will keep talking about Gaza!

[Haitham in Gaza 🇵🇸🍉 @HaithamElmasri1]

No matter how hard we try to describe to you the pain and suffering, you will never be able to imagine it, nor truly grasp what we are living through.

You will never imagine the sound of your children crying out in hunger, while you stand helpless, unable to ease their hunger or provide their most basic needs.

You will never imagine the scream of a mother, crushed by grief and agony at the loss of her child—the one for whom she dedicated her whole life to raise, only to see the fruit of her years vanish before her eyes.

You will never imagine the moment your home collapses after being bombed in mere seconds—a home you poured everything you had into building, reduced to rubble in an instant.

You will never imagine seeing the scattered remains of your child, left so unrecognizable that you cannot even tell—is this my child or not?—because their features have been erased under such brutality.

We recount this suffering and live through its details for more than two years now. But can any of you truly feel it?

Certainly not.😭💔

[Haitham in Gaza 🇵🇸🍉 @HaithamElmasri1]

The occupation army targeted a tent that was only a few meters away from my family, without any prior warning.

This attack led to the martyrdom of two young men and a little girl who were inside the tent, while the rest of the family was injured.
When the strike occurred, a massive explosion shook the area, and shrapnel scattered everywhere.

When we asked about this family, we found out that they had been displaced for only two days, moving from the north to the south.
They had left everything they owned in northern Gaza in search of survival, but Israel had another plan: to target and kill them.

For those who do not know, there is no difference between the north and the south of Gaza.
There is no safe place here, as bombardments and explosions continue relentlessly across the entire Gaza Strip.💔

[Tamer Nahed @Tamer_Alnoaizy]

Just a few meters away from us, entire families remain trapped beneath the rubble. There is no press here, no one to document this pain. For long hours, people have been trying to rescue them with nothing but simple tools, weak hammers that cannot break through the heavy concrete. There are no machines, no bulldozers, no rescue teams !!!
The ambulances never stop, their sirens tearing through the silence of the night. Darkness covers the city, and fear and chaos fill the streets. It feels as if we are living through the end of the world in these very moments.
Every passing minute takes another life. Those still alive beneath the rubble are slowly suffocating, and those who make it out alive emerge broken, bleeding, with no medicine and no treatment. The hospitals are helpless, the streets are overwhelmed with the injured, and the suffering is beyond what words can hold.
The situation here is catastrophic in every sense. The city is collapsing before our eyes, house by house, street by street, until its very features disappear. All that remains is dust, the smell of death, and the sirens of ambulances that never cease.
Save what is left of us before we all die. Stop this insane war.