🚨 DEUX PERSONNES ESCALADENT L’EMPIRE STATE BUILDING ET DÉPLOIENT UNE BANDEROLE
Le message affiché disait : « Quand le pouvoir de l’amour surpassera l’amour du pouvoir, le monde connaîtra la paix. » La police est intervenue pour les faire redescendre 😳
UN GOL CONMOVEDOR, UN GOL QUE CODY GAKPO MERECÍA MÁS QUE NADIE 🥹
Las lágrimas de emoción después de perder a su futuro hijo y la celebración junto a sus compañeros... ponen los pelos de punta 🟠
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DjMariio cuenta el emotivo momento en el que Noé le dio la noticia de que iban a ser padres. 😭
“La sorpresa que me dio Noé cuando me dijo Mario ven, me lleva al salón, me da una caja y digo me va a regalar unas zapas o algo, abro la caja y veo una prueba, unas mini zapas y un body chiquitito y digo chicos… camina, bueno, todavía no camina.”
Los soldados reales, a quienes se les prohíbe hablar con los visitantes en Inglaterra, están saltándose las normas por un niño ciego.
El guardia responde al saludo del niño con el pie dando un fuerte pisotón.
A veces la vida no avisa.
Simplemente un día te despiertas y ya no está.
La risa que llenaba la casa, el mensaje de buenos días, el olor a café compartido.
Todo eso que dabas por hecho, se va sin hacer ruido.
Y te quedas tú, intentando recordar la última vez que dijiste “te quiero” sin prisa.
La última mirada sin saber que era la última.
La última vez que pensaste “mañana se lo cuento”,
sin imaginar que el mañana no siempre llega.
Aprendes que la vida se parece más a un suspiro que a un camino.
Que hay abrazos que te salvan cuando no sabes ni cómo seguir.
Y que hay personas que, aunque se vayan, se quedan.
En una canción, en un olor, en una foto que ya no puedes mirar.
Y sí, duele.
Duele tanto que parece que te falta el aire.
Pero también te enseña.
Te enseña que amar fue, es y será siempre el mayor acto de valentía.
Porque aunque tiemble todo,
aunque te rompas,
volverías a vivirlo todo solo por un segundo más de aquello.
De eso que fue hogar.
De eso que sigue siendo amor, aunque ya no esté.
Mientras la nueva generación prefiere victimizarse antes que afrontar la adversidad.
Frank Lampard, horas después de que su madre falleciera, salió al campo, mostró personalidad y marcó uno de los penales más importantes de su carrera, entre lágrimas ❤️🩹.
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"Eso de comiditas fuera y abracitos y besitos,para mí no cuenta nada"
"Desde que estoy en España, dime un solo jugador que haya marcado más goles que yo fuera de casa. Uno. No tienes" Se levanta y se va.
La cabra en mis libros 🐐
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger