Ivàn Peña

Regiomontano, extremadamente enamorado del Beat y la carne asada!!! D.G. & Rayado por supuesto!

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

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[Yinzer G @yinzer_g]

Gen X defined:

Ages 45-61
Looks 35-40
Will 100% throw hands
Doesn't care about your feelings
Cusses a lot
Will make you cry with words
Great work ethic
Pragmatic
Zero tolerance for stupidity
Skeptical of authority
Doesn't trust anyone at 1st
Extremely loyal friend
Figures shit out
Most likely your boss
Works hard, plays hard
No fear
Sarcastic as fuck
Still listens to the same music
Knows lyrics to Rock, Rap & Country
Proficient in analog & digital tech
Self reliant
Adaptable to any environment
Just wants to be left alone

[Yinzer G @yinzer_g]

Gen X defined:

Ages 45-61
Looks 35-40
Will 100% throw hands
Doesn't care about your feelings
Cusses a lot
Will make you cry with words
Great work ethic
Pragmatic
Zero tolerance for stupidity
Skeptical of authority
Doesn't trust anyone at 1st
Extremely loyal friend
Figures shit out
Most likely your boss
Works hard, plays hard
No fear
Sarcastic as fuck
Still listens to the same music
Knows lyrics to Rock, Rap & Country
Proficient in analog & digital tech
Self reliant
Adaptable to any environment
Just wants to be left alone

[Black 🇻🇪 🇪🇸 @PatriotaA3lack]

El mundo se fue a la 💩

[Oscar Barbera @OscarBarbera7]

El año es 1986. En el Wembley Arena se juntan Eric Clapton, Phil Collins, McCartney y Elton John para dictar cátedra de #Rock real. Mientras hoy te quieren vender "superbandas" digitales de cartón, acá había sangre y talento. Un #AllStar que no va a volver más. 👑🔥

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

@cantantearbitro @Rayados @ClubAmerica Si te fijas bien, Orbelin tenia el pie plantado antes, el del america lo puso después obstaculizando el avance!

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

@_CameronLane Si!

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

🤣🤣

[Emotion & Music @Emotion78687]

The Most Powerful Part of “The Sound of Silence” Isn’t the Singing. It’s What Happens Between the Words.

Dana Winner’s voice is the first thing you notice. Clean. Warm. Held in place. For a minute I listened the way you listen to a good singer: waiting for the next note to land. Then I stopped doing that. The interesting part was not the note. It was the gap after it.

That is the odd job this song has always had. It is packed with language and still keeps pointing at the place language does not reach. People talk. People look up. People sit in the same room. Nothing crosses.

Winner does not act that idea out. She does not darken the vowel to prove she understands loneliness. She leaves the line where it is and lets it cool. The melody has air around it. The words sit. You can walk into them if you want to. You can also look away.

I looked away and landed somewhere private. A message I drafted and never sent. A talk I kept moving to next week. A moment that did come, and I still said the safer thing. That is a quieter kind of isolation than an empty house. You can have company and still fail to get across the few feet between two chairs.

Her voice matters because of where it stands. She does not sound swallowed by the quiet. She sounds just outside it, looking in. The sound is beautiful. The thing it is looking at is not. That mismatch is what makes the performance slightly hard to sit with. You come for the tone. The song keeps turning your face toward the cheaper fact: how often we speak and how rarely we arrive.

The world around the song has changed. Distance collapsed. A voice can travel farther in a second than it used to travel in a week. None of that fixed the smaller problem. Being reached is not the same as being heard. Being heard is not the same as being taken in.

So the song does not survive because it predicted a mute planet. It survives because it still describes a noisy one, full of people missing each other by inches.

Sometimes the silence between two people is not empty. It is the sentence neither of them would risk.

[nerde o eski şarkılar @eskisarkiIar]

Minnie Riperton’ın tarihe geçen o inanılmaz yüksek notaya çıktığı an (1975).

[CarmenRols @carmenrols]

Morten Harket cantando "Take on Me" cuarenta años después. El poso de la vida le ha dado profundidad y nostalgia, pero aún conserva esa fuerza que te hace vibrar al escucharla.

[Steve Mudflap McGrew’s REMASCULATE podcast @REMASCULATE]

If Lindsay Clancy is found innocent because hormones made her emotionally unstable, women better be very careful celebrating that verdict.

Because the law loves PRECEDENT.

From that day forward, every job application is going to have a new question:

“Are you currently hormonal?”

“Well, I��m a woman.”

“Thank you. I think we’ll be going in another direction.”

You can’t carry a weapon anymore. No female police officers. Sorry, but we cannot hand a loaded gun to somebody whose legal defense might eventually be, “My hormones were acting up.”

No more high-stress jobs, either. No air-traffic controllers. No surgeons. No nuclear-launch codes. One bad hot flash and boom 💥 Canada is glowing.

And women definitely can’t be judges. How can you decide whether somebody else is emotionally stable when your own gender just established in court that hormones can make you kill three people?

No female politicians, either. You can’t be trusted to run the country if, according to your own argument, your endocrine system occasionally takes over the government.

And custody hearings are going to change overnight.

The judge will say, “Ordinarily, children belong with their mother. However, according to the Lindsay Clancy precedent, she may be only one hormone away from a Netflix documentary. The children go with Dad.”

Dad doesn’t know their shoe sizes, the pediatrician’s name or which one is allergic to peanuts, but his testosterone has never been successfully used as an insanity defense.

Feminists spent a hundred years saying women are not hysterical, irrational creatures controlled by their biology and one defense attorney walks into court and says, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury… have you considered the uterus?”

You cannot demand equal authority and then ask for discounted accountability.

If women want equal rights, great. But equal rights come with equal wrongs.
Otherwise, that glass ceiling is about to become a padded ceiling.

[Fauna Natural @MiguelM73104161]

Chicago - If You Leave Me Now (1976)💗🎶

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

@CARLOSEES aaaaaajajajajajajajajajajaja poshito rostizado!

[MP10 @MusicPills10]

Some songs don’t arrive as songs. They arrive as answers.
One night in ’71, a BBC studio. James Taylor sings “You’ve Got a Friend” while Carole King sits at the piano — the woman who wrote it after hearing him say, in another song, that he’d been lonely and couldn’t find a friend.
She heard that line. She wrote this one back.
That’s the whole story. The rest is just the tape still playing.

[🤘🏻🖤🇪🇸LOLA🇦🇷🖤🤘🏻 @Lola_Sunset]

Acabo de descubrir que ésta canción no era de Simply Red
Pero que bella es

[Al Jabri @Mod_rich98]

كأنها رسالة وداع لجيل كامل 💔
بتذكر لما كنت صغير سمعت الغنية اول ما غناها كانت سريعة و إيقاعها شبابي
و لما هلئ هيك غناها ببطئ صارت حزينة 💔

[🤘🏻🖤🇪🇸LOLA🇦🇷🖤🤘🏻 @Lola_Sunset]

Escuchaba ésta canción una y otra vez. Que vos tan fantástica

[El Ranchero Loco ® @EIRancheroLoco]

Directo a narrar las peleas del Canelo estos compas. 😂

[Ivàn Peña @FernandoIvanp]

@eIchavitobien @metrorreynlofi1 Esto esta actuado!! jajajaja lo que hacen por ser virales...

[🐻OSO MONTERREY CFM⚽️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @Osomty16]

QUE FELICES SOMOS