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Dedico mi tiempo a la creatividad, la literatura y la música. Todo ello con el mismo poco éxito.

[Scott Bryan @scottygb]

Here is the montage BBC Sport aired at the end of their Olympics coverage.

[alfonseando @alfonseando]

@DiscosFUP @aguelbenzu Ohh…qué recuerdos. Los grupos de yahoo y globomierda ;)))

[CALL TO ACTIVISM @CalltoActivism]

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date.

I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

Enjoy the story...

“It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying.

Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable and comforted and safe and important.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.

Love,
Fiona”

[Carlos Sánchez @chocotuits]

En The Offer, la serie sobre la producción de El Padrino, aparece brevemente un personaje al que llaman Jean Leon.

Su nombre real era Ceferino Carrión, nació en Cantabria, y esta es la increíble historia de cómo llegó a regentar el restaurante más famoso de Hollywood en los 60.

[Ryan Small @ryansmall86]

Who's better the signer or singer? #Glastonbury23 #foofighters #thechurnups

[The New York Times @nytimes]

Cormac McCarthy, the formidable and reclusive writer of Appalachia and the American Southwest, has died at 89. “All the Pretty Horses,” “The Road” and “No Country for Old Men” were among his acclaimed books that explore a world of violence and outsiders. https://t.co/H1hxF3V8eA

[AGO @holamellamoago]

Imagínate que vas paseando por Roma y de repente te encuentras con Glen Hansard haciendo busking y canta una canción maravillosa solo para ti y tu familia.

[Adam Ryan 🤝 @AdamRy_n]

In 2016, Formula One was a struggling racing organization in desperate need of a cash infusion.

Now, with the Miami Grand Prix just days away, the group has reached a valuation of over $17 billion.

Here's how one great story turned a brand in crisis into a media juggernaut 🧵

[Pantomima Full @Pantomima_Full]

LA VIDA NO HAY POR QUÉ VIVIRLA:
#conformista
Con la colaboración especial de @carmenromp

[Music Radar Clan @musicradarclan]

Os cuento la curiosa historia de cómo Rolex es un universo paralelo dentro del mundo del lujo, porque a veces las cosas no encajan con los estereotipos que uno pueda tener. ⬇️

[albertofm_.d @Albertofm20]

Hola buenas, ¿te imaginas vivir en un sitio que NO SE USA DINERO, SIN RELIGIÓN, NI POLÍTICOS?¿Por qué existe? y sobre todo, ¿Cómo se vive allí?

Vamos a darnos una vuelta por Auroville

[Abro hilo]

[Batallitas @batallitases]

🚨HILO🚨

La sequía es tal en Europa que los ríos Rin y Elba están a punto de cerrarse al tráfico fluvial.

El retroceso de las aguas está revelando funestas advertencias de nuestros ancestros grabadas en piedra: las "Hungersteine" (piedras del hambre).

👇👇

[Alberto García-Salido @Nopanaden]

¿Sabéis que George Lucas ocultó en los diálogos de la saga Star-Wars la letra de una conocida canción?
Un fan anónimo ha revisado todas las películas y aquí tenéis el resultado de ese trabajo.
Impresionante el ritmo que llevan los midiclorianos.

[Pedro Torrijos @Pedro_Torrijos]

Para terminar, os dejo con el video oficial de la presentación, que PARA NADA parece el inicio de una peli de ciencia ficción distópica donde luego sale Matt Damon/Chris Evans/Karl Urban.

[alfonseando @alfonseando]

@izuzquiza Un abrazo fuerte, Fran

[Gomaespuma @Gomaespuma]

Aquí lo del Pepín, por si te lo has perdido.

[🅼🅰🅳🆂🅴🅽 @VictorEleDe]

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