Ningún centro histórico se revitaliza solamente a base de farra. Hay que volver habitable a nuestro centro de Asunción, controlar la polución sonora es una necesidad. Bien que a La Chispa le dieron con todo ¿y el resto de bares cuya música né se escucha a 5 cuadras?
Camilo es Nenecho. Pero también es Cartes, Alliana, Peña, Hernán Rivas, Bachi, Beto Ovelar, Lizarella, Miguel Sosa. Todo lo peor que los asuncenos no nos merecemos. El 4 de octubre tendremos la oportunidad de desalojar a los parásitos y corruptos colorados de la Muni de Asu.
Duncan Trussell recorded this conversation with his mother while she was facing terminal cancer.
What you’re hearing isn’t scripted. It isn’t performed. It’s a son sitting with his dying mother trying to hold onto every word before the words run out.
And she, the one facing the end, is the one doing the comforting.
That is what makes these conversations so extraordinary. Not the wisdom itself, as profound as it is. But who it’s coming from. A woman who had every reason to be consumed by her own fear choosing instead to spend what little time remained helping her son understand how to live without her.
These recordings became the heart of The Midnight Gospel. And I always go back to watch it again.
They remain some of the most honest conversations about death, love and what it means to be human ever put on screen…
I'm so sorry for him that he doesn't even have the freedom of speech to say "stop genocide and occupation" while being a white celebrity man
Anyway free Palestine
bird of the day 12: pink robin
(petroica rodinogaster)
> found in: southeast Australia
> habitat: dense rainforests
> eats: insects, small arthropods
> status: least concern
photo by Paul Whitington
📸: https://t.co/5Le956WiwU
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.