Joan Manuel Serrat es la demostración de que se puede ser coherente durante toda una vida.“La gente mayor tiene un bagaje de experiencias que hay que preservar para toda la comunidad. Guardan la esencia del amor, del dolor y también de la lucha. https://t.co/rF4IFY7VB1
No dimensionamos en justa medida, el peligro, el grave peligro que implica que un clan de funcionarios que representan uno de los poderes del estado, se haya parapetado y blindado en sí mismo, utilizando el propio poder que ostentan, para hacer, deshacer y ser intocables.
L’espectacle aeri de la Sagrada Família va ser el resultat de mesos de feina, gestió de permisos i coordinació. Volar en un espai aeri restringit durant la visita d'un Papa no va ser gens fàcil. Un moment realment històric i inoblidable! 🚁✨
Gràcies per tots els comentaris 🙏🤗
"Y recuerda una cosa.
Siempre cerquita de
Lo que te haga sonreír.
Porque sin sonrisas, la
Vida es menos vida."
Buenas noches 💫 a soñar bonito 💋
#FelizNoche#FelizSábadete#FelizFinde 🌹💫
Por si no te lo contó la prensa, EEUU bombardeó con drones anoche unos depósitos de agua potable en Sirik (Irán), que abastecen a más de 20.000 personas de la zona, se trata de infraestructura civil vital, no hay objetivos militares aquí.
Esto es un crimen de guerra pero como es EEUU ni siquiera te enterarás de ello.... pero si un dron supuestamente ruso se desvía medio metro, te lo ponen hasta en la tapa de los yogures.
SE ACABÓ ‼️
The New York Times acaba de soltar la BOMBA
Trump violó a niños con Epstein, y su administración participó en un encubrimiento para protegerlo
@ainhoa_mhoyos Lo que está claro es que no es ni medio normal que niños de esa edad hagan esta salvajada. Por supuesto que la que merece todo el apoyo es la niña y luego plantearnos que lo estamos haciendo muy mal.
Cinco menores de 11 y 12 años agreden sexualmente a una niña de 12. Son inimputables. Todos van al mismo colegio y ellos han sido readmitidos para «evitar su estigmatización». ¿Y la revictimización de la niña? ¿Cómo va a convivir con ellos? Es a ella a la que están expulsando.
I went to the shelter looking for one old cat.
Two untouched food bowls changed my mind.
At the end of a row of cages sat two senior cats pressed tightly together.
An orange cat named Otis.
A gray cat named Milo.
Neither touched their food.
Neither seemed interested in the people walking by.
They only seemed interested in each other.
I had come with a plan.
My children were grown.
My husband had been gone for years.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
I didn’t want a kitten.
I wanted one older cat.
Someone who understood long naps, sunny windows, and peaceful afternoons.
Then the shelter worker stopped in front of Otis and Milo.
“They lost their person,” she said.
I nodded.
Then she told me the rest.
After their owner died, the cats spent days sitting outside the locked front door waiting for someone who was never coming home.
A neighbor left food.
Otis would eat a little and then step aside for Milo.
Milo wouldn’t eat unless Otis sat beside him.
When rescuers arrived, Milo hid under the porch.
Otis stayed in the yard and made one small sound.
Milo came out immediately.
That detail broke my heart.
Not because it was dramatic.
Because it was simple.
Two frightened old cats had lost everything.
And somehow they still found comfort in each other.
The shelter tried finding them homes.
Families wanted one cat.
Not two.
Some thought they were too old.
Others thought Milo seemed too withdrawn.
One family wanted only Otis.
The shelter tried separating them once.
Just once.
Otis stopped eating.
Milo sat facing a wall for hours.
They never tried again.
I kept reminding myself:
One cat.
One bed.
One food bowl.
One set of vet bills.
One small companion.
That was the plan.
Then Otis slowly stood.
His legs were stiff.
His fur was thin.
He didn’t try to impress me.
He simply stepped in front of Milo.
Like a tired older brother protecting the only family he had left.
Milo finally looked up.
The shelter worker opened the cage.
I sat on the floor.
Otis approached first.
Careful.
Suspicious.
Then Milo leaned forward.
Just a little.
And rested his chin on my hand.
Not a purr.
Not a cuddle.
Just a tiny act of trust.
As if he were asking:
“Are we allowed to stay together this time?”
That was it.
I was done.
I looked at the shelter worker and said:
“I think I’m going to need two cat beds.”
She immediately turned away so I wouldn’t see her cry.
The ride home was quiet.
At one stoplight, I glanced in the rearview mirror.
Otis had his chin resting on Milo’s head.
For the first time, neither looked afraid.
At home, I put down two bowls.
This time, they ate.
Side by side.
That night I found them sleeping together beside the living room window.
Otis had one paw draped across Milo’s back.
Milo was tucked against his chest.
Neither looked like they were waiting anymore.
I can’t replace the person they lost.
Some loves leave spaces nobody else is meant to fill.
But maybe love doesn’t have to replace what came before.
Maybe it just sits quietly beside it.
Otis and Milo didn’t need a perfect home.
They only needed the same home.
And somehow, in giving that to them, they gave something back to me.
I went looking for one old cat.
Instead, two old cats made my house feel like home again.
Via Born Legend
I had the pleasure of meeting Jessica today. She was doing her job at Kroger, outside wrestling some very heavy carts in the wind.
I walked by just in time to hear a grumpy lady in a car roll down her window and proceed to scream at her for being in her way.
This poor girl was so embarrassed she was almost ready to cry. I put my arm around her and told her she did nothing wrong, she was doing a great job and some people are just grumpy.
We walked into the store together and she wanted me to stay while she told her manager what had happened. Even retelling the story she got visibly upset again.
I assured the manager Jessica had done nothing wrong and handled herself very well. I followed up with the manager and asked how many special needs people they hired there.
He stated at least 12 and they never turn them away if they want to work. Shout out to Kroger in New Albany!"
🚨SUCESOS🚨 | Buscan a un hombre de 88 años desaparecido este miércoles en Marmolejo.
Las autoridades solicitan colaboración ciudadana para localizar a Bartolomé Rodríguez Muñoz, que conducía un Fiat Panda blanco con techo negro
🇪🇸🇮🇱 BREAKING:
Spain announces the pursuit of every company financing the Israeli war on Palestine, along with freezing its assets and banning its activity in the Spanish market""
Julia Otero cumple en septiembre 5 años desde que le diagnosticaron cáncer, "frontera en la que puedes darlo por curado": "Hay que pagar mejor a los médicos. Mucho aplauso en la pandemia... La sanidad pública se mantiene en pie por sus bajos salarios" https://t.co/3Oo4WW9qAW
Andrea Bocelli, a Catholic and Italian tenor, who performed the official anthem at the opening of the FIFA World Cup 2026, was once a baby doctors advised should be aborted.
When Bocelli's mother was pregnant with him, doctors warned that her baby would be born with a congenital condition that could lead to blindness and recommended an abortion. However, she refused and chose to give birth to her son.
Bocelli was born with congenital glaucoma and later lost his sight completely at the age of 12 following a head injury during a soccer game. Despite this profound challenge, he went on to become one of the world's most celebrated and influential singers, inspiring millions through his music and testimony to the dignity and value of every human life.
La España solidaria, deberíamos hacer un gran homenaje a los canarios, por su labor desinteresada en la acogida de los miles de migrantres que llegan a sus costas. A quienes dan comida, vestimenta, y sonrisas.♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
We are still alive in Gaza… 🥹🇵🇸
Despite everything, we are still trying to hold on.
If you see this photo, please don’t scroll past in silence.
Write anything — even a single dot means so much to us and reminds us that we are not alone. 🥹💔🙏