José Maria

Nacido en Barcelona, soy el cuarto de siete y he vivido en muchos sitios y siempre he conocido buena gente. Lo importante es lo que nos une y no la diferencia.

[Motivaciones Fútbol @MotivacionesF]

¡COURTOIS ENTENDIÓ TODO! 🇧🇪🥹

Tras el pitazo final de la derrota de Bélgica ante España en la Copa del Mundo, SENNE LAMMENS no pudo contener las lágrimas. El joven arquero quedó completamente destrozado después del error que terminó en el gol de la victoria española.

Pero entonces apareció THIBAUT COURTOIS. Sin decir una sola palabra, fue directo a abrazarlo y recordarle que nadie debe cargar solo con el peso de una derrota.

Mientras muchos señalan a LAMMENS como el gran culpable, COURTOIS dejó una lección de liderazgo, compañerismo y grandeza. Porque un verdadero capitán no busca culpables: protege a los suyos cuando más lo necesitan.

HAY GESTOS QUE VALEN MÁS QUE MIL PALABRAS. 👏❤️

[It's now or never @JRCR_1949]

Ayer se graduó en la Universidad de Bristol la hija de Pedro Sánchez
Una universidad elitista que cuesta unos 40.000 € al año.
Si añadimos la manutención, la cifra llegaría cerca de los 60.000 € al año.
Qué disparate... casi lo mismo que un mena.

[Michael Button @MichaelButtonX]

In 2015, ISIS captured Palmyra and demanded its head of antiquities reveal where the treasures were hidden.

He was 81 years old. He refused.

Khaled al-Asaad had spent over 50 years excavating and protecting Palmyra, the caravan city that once rivalled Rome in the Syrian desert.

He learned Aramaic to read its inscriptions. He raised his children among its ruins and named his daughter Zenobia, after its rebel queen.

Before the city fell, he helped evacuate hundreds of artefacts to safety. ISIS interrogated him for weeks to find them. But he gave them nothing.

They executed him in the square and left his body among the columns he had spent his life defending.

Archaeology is not a soft profession. Sometimes the people who guard the past die for it.

[M. Palomares @manpalomares]

Este es el único monumento al mestizaje que existe en México.
Se trata de una escultura donde se ve a Hernán Cortés, a doña Marina (la Malinche) y al pequeño Martín Cortés Malintzín.
Junto a ellos se ve el águila (México) y el león (España).
Hoy en día ya no está el pequeño, pues lo robaron.

(creo que sé donde se encuentra esa figura)

[Francisco Bernabé @bernabepaco]

El presidente de Correos, Pedro Saura, que gana 235.000 euros al año, ha decidido dos cosas: echar a más de 5.300 trabajadores y subir los sueldos de los directivos un 45%

¿Donde estáis los sindicatos? ¿Esperando a que gane Feijoo para salir a quemar las calles? Que desvergüenza

[SethOfficial @UTD_Seth001]

🚨Gianluigi Buffon on Senne Lammens’ mistake against Spain:

🗣️ Reporter: “Gigi, as a goalkeeper, do you think Senne Lammens should have caught the ball or simply done better in that situation?”

🗣️ Buffon:

“As goalkeepers, we’re always expected to make those saves, so naturally he’ll feel he could have done better. But football isn’t as simple as watching one replay and saying, ‘He should have caught it.’

I looked at the bigger picture. Senne hadn’t played a single minute in this World Cup, and suddenly he’s asked to replace Thibaut Courtois, arguably the best goalkeeper in the world, in Belgium’s biggest match of the tournament. That’s an enormous responsibility.

Goalkeepers need rhythm. We need confidence, match sharpness and continuity. Those things don’t come from sitting on the bench. They come from playing regularly.

Yes, he’ll be disappointed with the rebound because every goalkeeper wants to hold onto that ball. But I didn’t see a goalkeeper lacking ability. I saw a young goalkeeper dealing with one of the toughest situations imaginable under incredible pressure.

These moments hurt, but they’re also how goalkeepers grow. Every great goalkeeper has made mistakes. The important thing is whether you learn from them and come back stronger.”

[Consuelo Ordóñez @ConsuorF]

#TalDiaComoHoy de 2001 #ETA asesinó en #Madrid con coche bomba al @policia LUIS ORTIZ, estaba fuera de servicio, se ofreció a participar en el dispositivo por un aviso de bomba, estaba revisando matrículas para localizar el vehículo sospechoso. Es de 2001 y seguro que nunca habías oído hablar de él.

Fue un #Heroe, podía no haber elegido participar en el dispositivo, pero lo hizo.

#MemoriaReciente

Ayúdame a recordarle difundiendo este🧵, seguro que su familia lo agradecerá y yo también 🙏🏿 👇🏿

[Vito Quiles 🇪🇸 @vitoquiles]

🔴 #URGENTE | El chiringuito de ultraizquierda, Facua, facturó cientos de miles de euros a UGT con una empresa ficticia.

El ‘Facuo’ Rubén Sánchez presentó una factura falsa y estafó a Hacienda con una empresa inexistente: ‘Concepto 19 SL’https://t.co/4Kc6vWjq4m

[Sergio Sayas @sergiosayas]

Los batasunos han tenido la respuesta que merecían.

La plaza les ha cantado: Yo soy español.

Orgulloso de Pamplona.

[Hernán Cortés @HernnCortes]

Hala, chatos, hasta otra

[UAVoyager🇺🇦 @NAFOvoyager]

russia has sentenced four Ukrainian Marine commanders to life in prison for defending Mariupol.

Hero of Ukraine Volodymyr Baranyuk, Dmytro Karmyankov, Vitalii Yaroshenko, and Mykola Biriukov were tortured, forced into false "confessions," and convicted in a secret sham trial.

Their only crime was refusing to surrender.

This isn't justice. It's revenge.

russia is sentencing Ukraine's heroes to life for resisting an invasion while the real war criminals sit safely in the Kremlin.

The world must not stay silent.

[Yokolvd 👍 @marperfig]

Toma Arnaldo, pa que lo uses en los cromos

[The Forgotten War @ForgottenWarPic]

The bravest man in the prison camp did not carry a rifle. He carried a Mass kit and a stolen sack of food, and the Communists were more afraid of him than of any soldier there.

Father Emil Kapaun was a Catholic priest from a tiny farm town in Kansas. Soft spoken, humble, the kind of man who probably should have spent his life doing quiet parish work. Instead he put on an Army uniform and became a chaplain, and he ended up on the front line in Korea in the fall of 1950.

At the battle of Unsan his unit got overrun by a massive Chinese assault. Men were told to pull out and save themselves. Kapaun refused to leave. He walked back and forth through the incoming fire, unarmed, dragging wounded soldiers out of the open, giving last rites to the dying, carrying men on his back. When the position finally fell he could have slipped away. He stayed with the wounded who could not move, knowing it meant capture.

Then came the moment people never forgot. A Chinese soldier stood over a wounded American sergeant named Herbert Miller, about to execute him where he lay. Kapaun walked straight up, pushed the enemy soldier aside, picked the wounded man up off the ground, and carried him away. The enemy was so startled by the sheer nerve of it that they let it happen. Miller lived the rest of his life because a priest refused to let him be shot.

What he did in the prison camp over the next seven months might be the most incredible part. In a filthy, freezing camp where men were dying of starvation and dysentery every day, Kapaun became the heart of the place. He snuck out at night to steal food for the sick. He boiled water in secret to keep men from dying of disease. He gave away his own tiny rations. He washed the filth off dying soldiers with his own hands, and he led prayers out loud in defiance of guards who beat him for it, keeping hope alive in men who had every reason to quit.

The Communists hated him for it, because faith was the one thing they could not take from those prisoners as long as he was breathing. Eventually the beatings and the starvation and a blood clot broke his body. When he got too sick, the guards hauled him off to the death house, a filthy room where they dumped men to die alone. He forgave his guards on the way out. He died there in May 1951 at just thirty five years old.

Sixty two years later they gave him the Medal of Honor. His fellow prisoners, the ones who lived because of him, spent their whole lives telling the world what he did. His body, long lost in an unmarked grave, was finally identified and brought home in 2021. And the Catholic Church is now on the road to declaring the humble priest from Kansas a saint.

[David Orenes @david_lrl]

Lo que mueve un Mundial de fútbol en este país no lo mueve nadie.

Antonio Orozco retrasó su concierto en la Plaza de Toros de Almería y puso una pantalla gigante para ver el España-Bélgica con el público. El éxtasis con el gol de Merino es impresionante.

[Convivencia Civica Catalana @CCivicaCatalana]

"Dicen 'ETA ha terminado', y yo digo ¿cómo que han terminado? De eso nada. No matan simplemente porque no les interesa. Sin matar ya consiguen. Matarán, acabarán matando, cuando no logren lo que quieren. Ahora simplemente están escondidos"

Miguel Blanco, padre de M. Ángel Blanco

[Henshi @HenshiG]

A German soldier stopped at the front of the line and stared. He knew that face.

It was Janusz Korczak — the beloved Polish-Jewish doctor and writer whose books he had grown up reading.

The soldier quietly offered him a way out: “Step aside. Disappear. Live.”

Korczak shook his head. He took the hands of the two smallest children beside him… and kept walking toward the train.

There had been many such offers. He refused them all.

Born Henryk Goldszmit, Korczak was a renowned pediatrician, author of children’s books, and radio voice beloved across Poland.

He could have lived a comfortable life. Instead, in 1912 he founded Dom Sierot — an extraordinary orphanage in Warsaw where children ran their own parliament, court, and newspaper.

His one sacred rule: A child is not someone who will matter one day. A child matters now.

He lived among them for thirty years as their father.

When the Nazis sealed the Warsaw Ghetto in 1940, Korczak moved the orphanage inside. Friends begged him to escape — he looked Polish, he was famous, he could pass. He refused. “I will not leave my children.”

Inside the starving ghetto, he begged for food, carried heavy sacks on his failing back, and tracked every child’s heartbreaking weight loss by candlelight. He was starving too.

On August 5, 1942, the soldiers came. Korczak calmly told the 192 children they were going to the countryside for fresh air.

He had them dress in their best clothes. Each carried a small bag with a favorite book or doll.

Then the old doctor led them out — 192 children walking in calm rows behind him, holding his hands, the smallest in his arms. No crying. No panic. Just quiet dignity as they marched three miles through the ghetto to the Umschlagplatz.

At the platform, the final offer came.

Once more, Korczak refused. He climbed into the cattle car with his children and staff.

They were murdered upon arrival at Treblinka.

He could not save their lives. He knew it. So he saved the only thing left: their dignity and their sense of not being alone.

In the darkest place on earth, Janusz Korczak gave those children the one thing the Nazis could not take — a hand to hold until the very end.

Today at Treblinka, among 17,000 stones, one bears the name: Janusz Korczak and the Children.
He had none of his own. He died with 192 of them.

May their memory be a blessing.

[Bahitya 🇺🇬 @BahityaRonaldo]

Cristiano Ronaldo with his parents before the world knew his name.❤️

[Kyrylo Budanov @Kyrylo_Budanov]

Києво-Печерській лаврі 975 років.

Майже тисячу років вона стоїть у серці нашої країни як одна з головних святинь, свідок нашої історії та опора української державності.

Сьогодні в лаврі відбулась урочиста літургія за участі делегації зі Святої гори Афон. Попри постійні російські обстріли, терор і намагання ворога зламати нас, ми продовжуємо берегти свої святині та стояти разом.

У цих давніх стінах звучить спільна молитва за український народ, наших захисників і захисниць, за справедливий мир та нашу перемогу.

Слава Україні!

[Carmen Ladrón de Guevara Pascual @CarmenLdeG]

Así contó el periódico de ETA el asesinato de MA Blanco. Poco más que decir. Por cierto, la que fuera editora del periódico ahora es portavoz de Bildu en el Congreso

[Vizcaíno @exabertzale]

Este verano recomiendo que quién pueda se escape a Orense, al pequeño pueblo de La Merca
Que vaya al cementerio, que vea recuerdos a aquel chaval vizcaíno torturado y asesinado por aberzales, que no dejaron ni enterrar aquí.
Y no tengan ningún miedo a llorar.
#miguelangelblanco