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[Jose Moreno @Josemn1_]

¡El Rey pilota su avión, y la princesa Leonor pilota el suyo!

[Jose Moreno @Josemn1_]

Doce años de reinado marcados por el avance institucional del futuro de la Corona, con el que se da inicio a una nueva etapa en la que la princesa Leonor es, sin duda, la gran protagonista.

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@tokkianami Rich Woman, Poor Woman drama

[ChristinZ @ChristinsQueens]

Royal Ascot Day 3.

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@mamboitaliano__ Whether people agree or not, Melania is undeniably stylish and striking, whereas the other evokes and old-fashioned stern, Rottermaier-like apparence.

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@itsalawyerslife Outdated, fit for a nun or a granny!

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@Waltraud1915642 boooooring

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Éramos tan felices que la lluvia parecía un poema escrito para los dos.

[Felizias @felizias22504]

Se cumplen 22 años de La víspera del "sí, quiero": 24 horas antes de la gran boda real.

El 21 de mayo de 2004, apenas 24 horas antes de su boda, el entonces príncipe Felipe y Letizia Ortiz ofrecieron una cena de gala para los invitados internacionales en el Palacio de El Pardo. Aquella noche, la lluvia de Madrid se convirtió en la inesperada coprotagonista de un debut inolvidable.

Doña Letizia cautivó a los medios internacionales con un diseño que combinaba vanguardia y elegancia clásica:

Un espectacular diseño de Lorenzo Caprile en color gris perla/plata, confeccionado en moaré de seda. Destacaba por su escote barco cruzado y una falda estructurada con volumen.

Un bolso de mano tipo joya y zapatos a juego.

Un juego de pendientes y collar de diamantes que aportaban el toque justo de brillo bajo el cielo gris madrileño.

Bajo un gran paraguas negro sostenido por el príncipe, la pareja posó sonriente ante los fotógrafos sobre el suelo mojado del palacio. La complicidad y las miradas capturadas ese día reflejaban la expectación de un país ante el gran enlace que tendría lugar al día siguiente en la Catedral de la Almudena.

#BodaReal #LetiziaOrtiz #FelipeVI #HistoriaDeEspaña #LorenzoCaprile #ModaReal

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@Katsbigopinion2

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@nypost

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[Monarquías @monarquiascom]

Majestuosa foto oficial de los invitados a las celebraciones del cumpleaños 80 del rey Carlos Gustavo XVI de Suecia en el Palacio Real de Estocolmo 🇸🇪

[Royal Navy @RoyalNavy]

#Submariners were invited to dine with HRH Prince Michael of Kent to celebrate the contribution of @RNReserve to front-line underwater operations. @RoyalFamily

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[Royal Archives @oroyalarchives]

H.H. the Nawab Khurshid Jahan Begum of Cambay was one of the keenest advocates of the education of women in India. Throughout her life, she continually urged her fellow Indian women to educate themselves and their children, and to go forward on the path of learning that (1/2)

[China Daily @ChinaDaily]

Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sanchez called on Monday for embracing a multipolar world order during a speech at Tsinghua University in Beijing, warning against outdated zero-sum perspectives and citing the 16th-century experience of Jesuit missionary Matteo Ricci to illustrate the danger of a single-centered worldview. #Spain https://t.co/W1P6HQFCtn

[9Kings1910Alt @9Kings1910Alt]

Yes Kings. No Presidents.

[mah @evershippers]

memorial service for jfk jr. and carolyn bessette (july 23, 1999).

“once, when they asked john what he would do if he went into politics and was elected president, he said: "i guess the first thing is call up uncle teddy and gloat." i loved that. it was so like his father.

from the first day of his life, john seemed to belong not only to our family, but to the american family.

the whole world knew his name before he did.

a famous photograph showed john racing across the lawn as his father landed in the white house helicopter and swept up john in his arms. when my brother saw that photo, he exclaimed, "every mother in the united states is saying, 'isn't it wonderful to see that love between a son and his father, the way that john races to be with his father.' little do they know that son would have raced right by his father to get to that helicopter."

but john was so much more than those long ago images emblazoned in our minds. he was a boy who grew into a man with a zest for life and a love of adventure. he was a pied piper who brought us all along. he was blessed with a father and mother who never thought anything mattered more than their children.

when they left the white house, jackie's soft and gentle voice and unbreakable strength of spirit guided him surely and securely to the future. he had a legacy, and he learned to treasure it. he was part of a legend, and he learned to live with it. above all, jackie gave him a place to be himself, to grow up, to laugh and cry, to dream and strive on his own.

john learned that lesson well. he had amazing grace. he accepted who he was, but he cared more about what he could and should become. he saw things that could be lost in the glare of the spotlight. and he could laugh at the absurdity of too much pomp and circumstance.

he loved to travel across this city by subway, bicycle and roller blade. he lived as if he were unrecognizable — although he was known by everyone he encountered. he always introduced himself, rather than take anything for granted. he drove his own car and flew his own plane, which is how he wanted it. he was the king of his domain.

he thought politics should be an integral part of our popular culture and that popular culture should be an integral part of politics. he transformed that belief into the creation of george. john shaped and honed a fresh, often irreverent journal. his new political magazine attracted a new generation, many of whom had never read about politics before.

john also brought to george a wit that was quick and sure. the premier issue of george caused a stir with a cover photograph of cindy crawford dressed as george washington with a bare belly button.

the "reliable source" in the washington post printed a mock cover of george showing not cindy crawford, but me dressed as george washington, with my belly button exposed. i suggested to john that perhaps i should have been the model for the first cover of his magazine. without missing a beat, john told me that he stood by his original editorial decision.

john brought this same playful wit to other aspects of his life. he campaigned for me during my 1994 election and always caused a stir when he arrived in massachusetts. before one of his trips to boston, john told the campaign he was bringing along a companion, but would need only one hotel room.

interested, but discreet, a senior campaign worker picked john up at the airport and prepared to handle any media barrage that might accompany john's arrival with his mystery companion. john landed with the companion all right — an enormous german shepherd dog named sam he had just rescued from the pound.

he loved to talk about the expression on the campaign worker's face and the reaction of the clerk at the charles hotel when john and sam checked in.

i think now not only of these wonderful adventures, but of the kind of person john was. he was the son who quietly gave extraordinary time and ideas to the institute of politics at harvard that bears his father's name. he brought to the institute his distinctive insight that politics could have a broader appeal, that it was not just about elections, but about the larger forces that shape our whole society.

john was also the son who was once protected by his mother.he went on to become her pride — and then her protector in her final days. he was the kennedy who loved us all, but who especially cherished his sister, caroline, celebrated her brilliance and took strength and joy from their lifelong mutual admiration society.

and for a thousand days, he was a husband who adored the wife who became his perfect soul mate. john's father taught us all to reach for the moon and the stars. John did that in all he did — and he found his shining star when he married carolyn bessette.

how often our family will think of the two of them, cuddling affectionately on a boat, surrounded by family — aunts, uncles, caroline and ed and their children, rose, tatiana, and jack — kennedy cousins, radziwill cousins, shriver cousins, smith cousins, law ford cousins — as we sailed nantucket sound.

then we would come home “and before dinner, on the lawn where his father had played, john would lead a spirited game of touch football. and his beautiful young wife — the new pride of the kennedys — would cheer for john's team and delight her nieces and nephews with her somersaults.

we loved carolyn. she and her sister, lauren, were young, extraordinary women of high accomplishment — and their own limitless possibilities. we mourn their loss and honor their lives. the bessette and freeman families will always be part of ours.

john was a serious man who brightened our lives with his smile and his grace. he was a son of privilege who founded a program called reaching up to train better caregivers for the mentally disabled.

he joined wall street executives on the robin hood foundation to help the city's impoverished children. and he did it all so quietly, without ever calling attention to himself.

john was one of jackie's two miracles. he was still becoming the person he would be, and doing it by the beat of his own drummer. he had only just begun. there was in him a great promise of things to come.

the irish ambassador recited a poem to john's father and mother soon after john was born. i can hear it again now, at this different and difficult moment:

"we wish to the new child
a heart that can be beguiled
by a flower
that the wind lifts
as it passes.
if the storms break for him
may the trees shake for him
their blossoms down.

in the night that he is troubled
may a friend wake for him
so that his time may be doubled,
and at the end of all loving and love,
may the man above
give him a crown."

we thank the millions who have rained blossoms down on john's memory. he and his bride have gone to be with his mother and father, where there will never be an end to love. he was lost on that troubled night — but we will always wake for him, so that his time, which was not doubled, but cut in half, will live forever in our memory, and in our beguiled and broken hearts.

we dared to think, in that other irish phrase, that this john kennedy would live to comb gray hair, with his beloved carolyn by his side. but like his father, he had every gift but length of years.

we who have loved him from the day he was born, and watched the remarkable man he became, now bid him farewell.

god bless you, john and carolyn.
we love you and we always will.” - ted kennedy.

[Mies @MiesBee]

The real ones. Helaas dood #LoveStory

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