#antonio espera

[cody-helix02]

Tried my shot at sketching Poke from Generation Kill lol...again I played around with the colours a bit and I fucking refuse to draw that damn digital green ugly ass pattern 💀 Hope ya guys like him hehe

#generation kill #gen kill #hbo war #poke espera #antonio espera #sketch #digital drawing #digital sketch #hbowar fanart #gen kill fanart

[deputy-buck]

@ableedingpen YOU GET IT, FUCK YEAH- also I said moodboard but this is... not- oops, maybe in the future?

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Their pup name: Romeo (almost all characters get the phonetic match to their first initial, I'm lame.) or "What do you have?? Spit it out!!", he assumes that's his name, it's said just as much as Romeo-

The collar they'd wear: Yes, the shitty nylon ones you get at Walmart or Dollar General, he's had it long before he enlisted and it means a lot to him. He does have jingly tags that make an ass-ton of noise when he moves, they clink against his bowls when he eats and drinks. (the labeled name is bc it's part of a group of collars for other characters)

Their handler: usually Brad or Gunny. Sometimes Kocher, sometimes Poke, sometimes Nate, depends on who is around and who wants to engage with him in that manner.

The stuffed toy they love more than all their other toys: A plush Dale Earnhart car, and it is LOVED. Well-loved, sewn back together multiple times, and one time Nate stuck a squeaker in there much to Romeo's delight and everyone else's annoyance. He'll intentionally drop it in his water bowl and then put it in someone's lap, he thinks it's hilarious.

Their food and water bowls: Just two basic stainless steel bowls, they're shallow cause,,, he doesn't have a muzzle but they do look like plain dog bowls. Usually full of cocoa puffs or cheerios, sometimes full meals -potato wedges, steak, broccoli- if he's really deep in it. And just water, nothing special in the water bowl.

Their temperament towards people and other pups: He's 'okay' with people, mostly because he's unsure of what they'll want from him, but with other handlers that he knows and trusts (Pappy, Patterson, Kocker, Poke, Nate) he's real goofy with them -nipping, nudging, putting toys in their laps- and will let listen to them with minimal check-ins with his handler (again usually Brad or Mike).

Veeeeery social with other pups, loves to play and be the center of attention, and oftentimes gets way in over his head while playing with bigger pups (Rudy, Barrett) and might get a little hurt, but he's just happy to be there.

Where they choose to sleep: In someone's lap- Really though he prefers to sleep on the bed with his handler, his head usually on their calf or thigh, he won't get up in their face till it's time to get up, then it's fair game to lick and be stupidly excited that his handler is awake. He's fine in his kennel overnight but he'll be a little sad in the morning. He also likes little naps outside on the deck, just sprawled out in the sun, most likely gonna wake up with drool on his face.

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Feel free to send more asks, anyone!!

#pup romeo (gk) #ray person #puppyplay #brad colbert #gunny wynn #mike wynn #nate fick #antonio espera #poke espera #pappy patrick #larry shawn patrick #bryan patterson #eric kocher #generation kill #buck builds

[cristinabcn]

Relatos Imaginados: A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD

Imagined Stories: WAITING FOR THE DARKNESS ANTONIO PIPPO PEDRAGOSA. Periodista, Escritor, Editorialista. Columnista Mi mente y mi emoción han sido envueltas por una música triste. Estoy ensoñado y se me introduce, imprevista, física como una caricia áspera, la idea de la muerte. My mind and my emotion have been enveloped by sad music. I am dreaming and the idea of ​​death is introduced to me,…

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#A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD #ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK #ANTONIO PIPPO PEDRAGOSA MEJOR COLUMNISTA DEL AÑOS 2022 #lomasleido #lomasvisto #RELATOS IMAGINADOS

[huellas-poeticas]

Con sólo verte una vez te otorgué un nombre,

para ti levanté una bella historia humana.

Una casa entre árboles y amor a media noche,

un deseo y un libro, las rosas del placer

y la desidia. Imaginé tu cuerpo

tan dulce en el estío, bañado entre las

viñas, un beso fugitivo y aquel -"Espera,

no te vayas aún, aún es temprano".

Te llegué a ver totalmente a mi lado.

El aire oreaba tu cabello, y fue sólo

pasar, apenas un minuto y ya dejarte.

Todo un amor, jazmín de un solo instante.

Mas es grato saber que nos tuvo un deseo,

y que no hubo futuro ni presente ni pasado.

LUIS ANTONIO DE VILLENA

#poetas en español #literature #poetry #books and libraries #art #culture #love #quotes #spilled ink #poems #writing #writers #photography #prose #books libraries #i love you

[yng-yo]

o verão queimou minha pele

a rua aquece meus chinelos brancos

cheios de areia

tudo tem perfume de mar

de pele coberta de sal

e seus olhos cor de pôr do sol

deixa tudo a dois passos do abismo

verão triste

sem você aqui

sol quente ardendo as pernas

cansadas de correr

e cair de joelhos

ultimamente

queimo de propósito

eu sem você

as ondas de ressaca

banho de mar

desintegrar

virar peixe

morrer, nadar

até o carnaval chegar

e a vida ser avisada

pra virar e viver

tenho medo de morrer afogada

tenho medo de morrer

mas você mexeu comigo

quero na praia me lançar

boiando até o céu pertencer

água no corpo

no peito

nos dedos

nos cabelos

sou mar de ressaca que

nem você

sou toda modernista

com alma realista

sentimentos arcadistas

porém romântica no chuveiro

tenho verão em mim

o ano inteiro

e tento ter pinta de artista

só que tem água salgada

ardendo a vista

e eu que queimo

agora deixo a noite me apagar

na cama

a pele ardida de você

tem pena de mim

tenha piedade da minha espera

outono, inverno, primavera

eu sou teu mar

-Yngrid Antonio

#arquivopoetico #meusescritos #novospoetas #pequenosescritores #autorias #espalhepoesias #poem #poema #poemas #poecitas #lardepoetas

[guapoduoshipper]

JUST A GUAPODUOSHIPPER PLAYLIST SONG #26

SI NO TE HUBIERAS IDO - MARCO ANTONIO SOLIS

No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti Sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar El frío de mi cuerpo pregunta por ti Y no sé dónde estás Si no te hubieras ido, sería tan feliz

There's nothing tougher than living without you Suffering in the wait to see you come The cold of my body asks for you And I don't know where you are If you hadn't left, I would be so happy

This is the song qRoier sings as he seeks a way to find his husband. Just for the record.

qRoier's life was not only changed, it was torn to pieces, the moment qCellbit decided to stay in purgatory. But it is to be admired that, even with that pain, he kept his promise: to look for him at any cost and without fear of the consequences.

There are quite a few things we can share with you on the blog, look forward to future posts from M, Feh (our new contributor whom we welcome) and myself :)

#qsmp #guapoduo #spiderbit #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #q!roier #q!cellbit #roier qsmp #cellbit qsmp #just a guapoduoshipper: playlist #Youtube

[menzapping]

La estación de trenes de Santa Justa en Sevilla, diseñada por los arquitectos Antonio Cruz y Antonio Ortiz, es un icono arquitectónico que fusiona modernidad y tradición. Su diseño contemporáneo, inaugurado en 1991, refleja la esencia de la ciudad andaluza con líneas limpias y materiales locales como el ladrillo. El edificio destaca por su imponente estructura que crea un ambiente luminoso y espacioso para los viajeros. El interior, meticulosamente diseñado, ofrece una experiencia fluida y cómoda, con amplias zonas de espera y servicios para los pasajeros. La estación de Santa Justa no solo es un punto de conexión vital para el transporte, sino también un punto de referencia arquitectónica que combina funcionalidad con belleza. 🚆✨

#ArquitecturaModerna #DiseñoContemporáneo #IconosArquitectónicos #ArquitecturaAndaluza #EstacionesDeTren #CruzYOrtiz #Sevilla #ArquitecturaEspañola #InnovaciónArquitectónica

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#archilovers #architecture #cruzyortiz #spanish archictecture #spanish architecture #andalusia #sevilla #train station #contemporary architecture #arquitectura

[rinconliterario]

Definitivamente, me he sentado a esperar a la muerte como quien espera noticias ya sabidas.

Antonio Gamoneda, 1931 -presente.

#poesía #poetas #poemas #acción poética #libros #literatura #arte #tumblr #Antonio Gamoneda

[hbowar-bracket]

Albert Blithe 

Alex Penkala 

Alice 

Alton More 

Anna

Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks  

Antonio 'Poke' Espera  

Antonio Garcia 

Army Chaplain Teska  

Baba Karamanlis  

Bernard DeMarco   

Bill 'Hoosier' Smith  

Bill Leyden  

Billy Taylor  

Brad 'Iceman' Colbert  

Burton Christenson 

Capt. Andrew Haldane  

Carwood Lipton 

Charles (Chuck) Grant 

Charles Bean Cruikshank   

Charles K. Bailey  

Col. Robert Sink 

Cpt. Bryan Patterson  

Cpt. Craig 'Encino Man' Schwetje  

Cpt. Dave 'Captain America' McGraw  

Curtis Biddick  

Darrell (Shifty) Powers 

David Solomon  

David Webster 

Denver (Bull) Randleman 

Donald Hoobler 

Dr. Sledge  

Edward (Babe) Heffron 

Elmo 'Gunny' Haney  

Eric Kocher  

Eugene Jackson 

Eugene Roe 

Eugene Sledge   

Evan 'Q-Tip' Stafford  

Evan 'Scribe' Wright  

Everett Blakely   

Father John Maloney 

Floyd (Tab) Talbert 

Frank Murphy   

Frank Perconte 

Frederick (Moose) Heyliger 

Gabe Garza  

Gale 'Buck' Cleven  

George Luz 

Glenn Graham   

Gunnery Sgt. Mike 'Gunny' Wynn  

Gunnery Sgt. Ray 'Casey Kasem' Griego  

Hamm  

Harry Crosby  

Harry Welsh 

Helen  

Herbert Sobel 

Howard 'Hambone' Hamilton   

Jack Kidd  

James (Mo) Alley

James Chaffin  

James Douglass  

James Gibson   

James Miller 

Jason Lilley  

Jean Achten  

Jeffrey 'Dirty Earl' Carisalez  

John 'Bucky' Egan  

John Basilone  

John Christeson  

John D. Brady   

John Fredrick  

John Janovec 

John Julian 

John Martin 

Joseph 'Bubbles' Payne   

Joseph Liebgott 

Joseph Toye 

Josh Ray Person  

Katherine 'Tatty' Spaatz   

Ken Lemmons  

Lance Cpl. Harold James Trombley  

Larry Shawn 'Pappy' Patrick  

Leandro 'Shady B' Baptista  

Lena Basilone  

Lew 'Chuckler' Juergens  

Lewis Nixon 

Lt. Edward 'Hillbilly' Jones  

Lt. Henry Jones 

Lt. Nathaniel Fick  

Lt. Thomas Peacock 

Lynn (Buck) Compton 

Maj. 'Red' Bowman  

Maj. John Sixta  

Mama Karamanlis  

Manuel Rodriguez  

Mary Frank Sledge  

Meesh  

Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton  

Navy Hm2 Robert Timothy 'Doc' Bryan  

Neil 'Chick' Harding   

Norman Dike 

Old Man on Bicycle 

Patrick O'Keefe 

Phyllis  

R.V. Burgin   

Ralph (Doc) Spina 

Renee Lemaire 

Richard Winters 

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal   

Robert 'Stormy' Becker   

Robert (Popeye) Wynn 

Robert Leckie  

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Reyes  

Ronald Speirs 

Roy Claytor  

Roy Cobb 

Sammy   

Sgt. Mallard  

Sidney Phillips  

Stella Karamanlis

Teren 'T' Holsey  

Vera Keller  

Walt Hasser  

Walter (Smokey) Gordon

Warren (Skip) Muck 

Wayne (Skinny) Sisk 

Wilbur 'Runner' Conley  

William Guarnere 

William Hinton  

William J. DeBlasio  

William Quinn  

Winifred 'Pappy' Lewis  

[j4v13rd14z]

en la vigésimosexta hora del día

con dieciséis años me compré una pipa de madera oscura y un paquete de tabaco con sabor a licor…

también por entonces, con una cita breve y seductora, Borges me mostró un Carroll con el que aprendí a atravesar los espejos…

acomodé mis pertenencias ―una sonrisa, una lágrima y algunas volutas de humo― en una maleta de cartón-piedra y encaminé mis pasos a las ruinas circulares que un día cobijaron el sueño de Arturo…

conocí a Ginebra, dejé que Lancelot me amara; imaginé un cáliz de urania apariencia ―adornado con minúsculos planetas― para ocultarlo luego en el futuro de los hombres que me precedieron y en el recuerdo de los que me sucederán…

bajé hasta las entrañas de la pirámide y besé los dorados labios de Tutankamón; despertó y bebimos en el cáliz artúrico; bebimos hasta el alba, hasta un amanecer ensangrentado y violento que anunciaba la llegada de un ejército angélico y terrible…

comandé las huestes del Emperador Amarillo;

cabalgué a la derecha de Alejandro y caí herido en la toma de Altair, durante la conquista de la constelación de Aquila…

en las horas sofocantes de la tarde abisinia, tendido en una alfombra, dejé que el burbujeo de una pipa de jazmín se mezclara con el imperceptible sonido de algún dátil cayendo…

y en la frescura de un carmen granadino, conocí los placeres que las huríes otorgan a los que mueren en la batalla; el acompasado tintineo del agua en la fuente se fundía con un lejano y metálico sonido de alfanges y de espadas: a los pies de la muralla, las tropas del rey cristiano degollaban a mis súbditos…

gocé el cuerpo de Beatrice mientras el Dante bajaba a los Infiernos…

aspiré el perfume de los cedros el Líbano y coroné las montañas de los aromas de la mano de Salomé…

reiné en el lecho de Cleopatra ―Antonio no lo supo― mientras la barcaza de la muerte remontaba un Nilo arropado por juncos…

compartí los celos de Judas mientras veía cómo el evangelista recostaba su cabeza sobre el pecho del nazareno…

acompañé a Juana de Orleans en Compiègne y, a los pies de la pira, en Ruán, me despedí de élla besando las puntas de sus dedos…

la sonrisa del Tadzio veneciano y los ojos de la Bergman guerrillera siguen aún emborrachando mis sentidos…

goberné la santabárbara del buque fantasma ―algunos establecieron mi origen en Holanda y me bautizaron "errante"…

he vivido en los ojos de Cristina de Suecia…

oculté el rumbo de la nave de Ulises y supe sucumbir a los cánticos de las sirenas, a la caricia del mar y a los besos de la noche…

no se me oculta el hecho de que Avalón me espera;

y en esta hora imposible, hermosa como todo lo imposible, he sabido que jamás retornaré a Ítaca.

#textos en español

[deputy-buck]

This is a transfer post from my old blog!

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Anon I’d like to personally propose we get married immediately- also i will be saying “boathouse” instead of “wheelhouse” now.  also I so didn’t mean to take this long-

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GabeWalt: Dumbasses, idiots, literally so oblivious to the fact that everyone else can see them. Walt teases Gabe about the Iraqi hitting on him relentlessly, asking Gabe to take his glasses off as though Walt ““sees something”” and then just saying, “Oh, it’s just a set of beautiful eyes, false alarm.” AND WALKS AWAY- 

ManimalChaffin: Clingy👏Bfs👏 Seriously, Jacks has no sense of personal space, he will hang off Chaffin like a jungle gym despite the fact that Chaffin is at least a head shorter than him. Chaffin likes it, likes the physical weighted presence of Jacks right there, knowing he’s nearly always within reach. Once one of them gets out of the Corps, they get an apartment together, adopt a little Jack Russell and name it Shelby.

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Chaffin now has two clingy motherfuckers to deal with, and even though Garza is a little lighter than Jacks, he seems to forget how strong his grip is, often leaving little finger-shaped bruises on Chaffin’s biceps and forearms. Jacks will often shimmy between them and put both his elbows on one of each of their shoulders, Garza will lean into the touch while James stays solid. Garza bends to Jacks, Jacks bends to Chaffin, Chaffin watches out for both of them. It works for them.

BradPoke: Poke forced his way into Brad’s life and Brad got attached- simple as that. Antonio for sure has Brad wrapped around his finger, they banter of course, but Brad will always give way to whatever Poke wants. Brad also doesn’t really know what the fuck to do with a boyfriend so he just kinda waits for Antonio to plan dates and other excursions, observing and taking mental notes from other gay couples, Poke knows he’s doing it and thinks it’s adorable. 

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StineyTeren: Stiney stole a pair of T’s PT shorts the first day they trained together. It was an accident sort of, being assigned to share a barracks room meant that they shared the same laundry facility as everyone else in the barracks building, there are limited washers available to begin with and good luck getting two open washers. He was trying to be nice! He really was just trying to be nice, he thought Teren didn’t like him because T was so quiet, so Stiney thought it was a good idea to throw T’s laundry in with his own. Uhh, turns out they’re the same size in bottoms, and it turns out Teren labels all his clothes on the inner waistband and collar. Teren noticed it when they were grappling in the sandpits, Stiney’s shorts rode up to his waist and flipped down when he leaned and lunged for T’s legs, T saw the little Sharpie’d block letters on the tag and got distracted, allowing Stiney to finally take him to the ground on the first try. Things between them unfolded from there :)

WaltTrombley: It took so long for Trombley to admit he liked Walt too. So many freakouts, both internal and physical, he was a mess, Walt was patient though, letting Trombley settle down on his own time. Walt ““made a move”” on one of their last days at the abandoned tank repair yard. Bringing him to one of the odd buildings that was deemed too unstable for overnight shelter, Walt grabbed Trombley’s hand when they were behind enough cover that Walt knew nobody could see them and pulled the younger Marine close to his side, sort of leaning on him beings as Trombley is a little taller than him, but still walking. James blurted out “I’m not gay!” yet made no move to let go of Hasser’s hand or push him away, if anything he was the one to intertwine their fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of Walt’s thumb.

ChaffinGabe: They’re worse about insults than Brad and Ray- That’s their show of affection in public. In private though, James gets a little sappy, Garza will catch James just staring and smiling at him, and when confronted all James says is, “Just can’t believe I got so damn lucky with you.” before pulling Gabe into a sweet, smile-broken kiss. Garza isn’t much better about staring, he can’t help it when Chaffin is fiddling with a new project he picked up, so caught up in how happy James looks. 

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GabeWalt: Gabe -just like everyone else honestly- is easily distracted by Walt’s mouth. No, seriously, Gabe has completely forgotten what he was saying mid-sentence all because Walt started chewing at his bottom lip. Walt knows. 

Walt for sure knows and does it on purpose but acts all coy. “Ya’okay Gabe?” and pinches his eyebrows together in mock worry, all the while Gabe is desperately trying -and failing- to not get hard right there. 

Sometimes he’s painfully honest about why his thoughts sputtered out, “’m fine, just really wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Making Walt grin and bite the tip of his tongue.

ManimalChaffin: Stupid asses. In their tent at Camp Matilda, they fooled around a lot at night. Both of their racks were toward the center of the room which put them closest to the radio they left on all night for white noise, so most of their noises are covered up. Jacks sneaks his way to Chaffin’s rack almost every night, immediately tugging at James’ boxers even before their mouths meet, he’s just so damn eager to get Chaffin’s cock in his mouth. James pets down Anthony’s shoulders and back, not hesitating to squeeze the nape of his neck hard enough to bruise when he cums. Everyone in the tent is already covered in bruises from grappling so it’s not suspicious. 

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Gabe didn’t get sexually involved until they returned from their first OIF deployment. It should have been embarrassing how fast they booked a cheap room at a hotel only a klick away from Camp Pendleton’s main gate. They already had their post-deployment long as fuck showers so they didn’t have to wait once they got through the hotel room door. Anthony was already rucking up Garza’s shirt, big hands exploring deceptively soft skin, too excited to finally be able to touch instead of just stealing a couple glances in the showers. Chaffin was really no better, palming his own stiffy and grinning at the other two like they were prizes -which they are to him- and saying how bad he wants to fuck the both of them ‘til they can’t walk. 

BradPoke: Brad is a total fuckin’ bottom and it came as no surprise to Tony; he took one look at Brad and just knew this motherfucker was submissive and breedable a bottom- He lets Brad dictate when and where they fuck because he knows Brad hates being all vulnerable ‘n shit, white boy needs to plan and feel in control. It starts pretty much the same every time: Brad eagle-eyeing Poke all day on base, Tony acting like he doesn’t notice but intentionally keeps his body language open and happy to let Brad know he’s not in any type of mood, Brad will ask if Tony wants to have a drink at his place once they’re released, Tony will agree and sometimes give Brad a knowing little once-over and sometimes he won’t. They end up grinding against each other like indignant teenagers on Brad’s couch the second they sit down, Antonio knocking Brad’s stupidly gangly legs apart and pinning his wrists above his head, rubbing his Cammie-clad crotch against Brad’s matching crotch.

“Think you’re fuckin slick, trying to get in your ATL’s pants? That’s just sick, dog.” Tony will say, grinning against Brad’s mouth while he reaches for the velcro and buttons of Brad’s blouse, Brad already going for Tony’s trousers and easily getting them open now that his hands aren’t pinned. 

“Like you’re any better.” Brad huffs, letting his head tip back and his eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving him just from wrapping his hand around Antonio’s cock, anticipating the feeling of it filling him almost too full. 

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StineyTeren: T regularly makes jokes that Stiney should have joined the Navy with his dick-sucking skills and how much he likes being fucked, he would have been a Fleet Admiral in no time. He likes making T feel good, okay? Ain’t his fault Teren makes the prettiest little noises when Stiney takes him all the way down his throat. Praise, lots of praise comes out of Teren’s mouth no matter what they’re doing, but especially when Stiney is prepping himself, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole, trying to curl them enough to rub at the right spot. T will eventually take pity on the smaller Marine and replace Stiney’s fingers with his own, murmuring praise in Stiney’s ear while he squirms. Also a lot of T getting all hot ‘n bothered over Stiney in his shirts and hoodies, making Stiney wear one of his shirts almost every time they fuck.

WaltTrombley: Imagine sappy, sweet, patient sex... and triple the sweetness. It took a while for Trombley to get comfortable being naked around Walt in a setting that wasn’t just functionally efficient like showering on-base or changing in field tents, so it was huge when James tugged off his own shirt as he crawled over Walt. Lounging back on the couch, an old copy of Band of Brothers propped on his chest, Walt quickly abandons the book to direct his full attention to the pretty, shirtless boy suddenly in his lap. Trombley doesn’t say a word at first as he bends down to press his lips to the other man’s, his left hand cupping Walt’s cheek while he slips his other hand up Walt’s shirt, just petting over ribs for a while before speaking. 

“Want you to touch me, Hasser. Will you touch me?” James nearly begs, shifting his hips to grind down against Walt, fingers now toying with the button of Walt’s pants, he won’t pop the button if Walt doesn’t tell him to. 

“Yeah, fuck,” Walt groans, “yeah I’ll touch you. Where? You gotta tell me where, baby.” Walt greedily runs his hands over the exposed, freckled skin of James’ torso, dragging his nails up the younger man’s back to leave faint red trails for later, eager to please and ecstatic that Trombley wants to be touched. Trombley initially responds with a kiss, running his tongue over Walt’s bottom lip to ask to deepen it, and once granted he pushes impossibly closer, whimpering and pulling back when he realizes Walt isn’t going to touch him without basically written authorization. 

“Want you to jerk me off.” James mumbles like he’s embarrassed, eyes glassy and trusting. In the end, Trombley finds out that being with another man isn’t going to damn him to eternal hell immediately... and that it’s not just his own callouses he likes the feeling of against his cock-

ChaffinGabe: It’s like a fight sometimes, both struggling to get the upper hand, hands gripping and pinning until the other gives. They like it, they get off on it, so they keep doing it. Gabe usually gives first, not because James is stronger than him or anything, it just gets him in a certain mindset when Chaffin either gets him pinned or they’ve been grappling for an extended period of time. It gets to a point where Garza wants to see just how far James will go, wants to feel everything James has to give, wants James to take all he has to give. The physical strain and sweat are what gets to Chaffin, he’ll admit it’s a little gross to most people that he likes it when he can see the trails of sweat dripping down Gabe’s body, but it’s Gabe, and to Chaffin it just gets him so fucking hard knowing he’s the one making Garza strain and exert that much energy in order to sweat for him.

#gabe/walt #manimal/chaffin #manimal/chaffin/gabe #bradpoke #stiney/teren #walt/trombley #chaffin/gabe #gabe garza #james chaffin #anthony jacks #anthony manimal jacks #brad colbert #poke espera #tony espera #antonio espera #micheal stinetorf #teren holsey #walt hasser #james trombley #buck builds #generation kill #lemon #lime #buck backtalks #I don't know who's more stupid‚ queue or the hick

[l8news]

Mininas venezolanas: El artista plástico venezolano Antonio Azzato creó 19 estatuas inspiradas en el cuadro Las Meninas del pintor español Diego Velázquez pero con un toque de cultura de Venezuela. Algunas de las figuras ya se exhiben en Madrid, pero se espera que todas sean exhibidas pronto en territorio venezolano y al aire libre. [x]

#gif #arte #venezuela #españa #diego velazquez #antonio azzato

[kamas-corner]

Y si la vida es corta y no llega la mar a tu galera, aguarda sin partir y siempre espera, que el arte es largo y, además, no importa.

-Antonio Machado

#seneca #frases #escritos #pensamientos #poesia #literatura #poemas #escritores #libros #literatura universal #fragmentos #antonio machado #poetas

[yng-yo]

Queria te tocar como a primeira vez

Sentir de novo a minha língua passear pelo seu corpo

Depois de muito tempo morando na espera

Queria te provar sem que me machuque

E te deixar na minha vida

Sem me quebrar por inteira

Não tem uma noite que não me visite nos sonhos

Ou que eu não acorde procurando o seu cheiro

Não sei ao certo quando se transformou no meu mundo

Ou quando percebi que eu era o erro

Por medo de te perder assumi riscos e criei desejos que normalmente não teria

Hoje bebo minhas lágrimas imaginando como seria

Me disseram que amar é deixar ir

E eu entendo, preciso ir embora

Mas por favor não me esqueça

Ou esqueça o quanto te amei em Copacabana

Por lá eu ainda te devoro, te pertenço, te espero

Só te peço que por favor não demore

-Yngrid Antonio

#arquivopoetico #meusescritos #novospoetas #pequenosescritores #safico #autorias #espalhepoesias #poem #poema #poemas

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POETA HORACIO

Quinto Horacio Flaco nació en el año 65 a.C en Venusia, Italia. Era hijo de un liberto, es decir, un esclavo liberado por su amo.

Su etapa académica la pasó principalmente entre Roma y Grecia, esta última en la Academia estudiando filosofía y poesía.

Horacio fue tribuno militar por orden de Marco Junio Bruto (asesino de Julio César), cuando Bruto y Casio asesinaron a César, Horacio se posicionó en favor de aquellos que preservaban la República así que luchó junto a éstos en la batalla de Filipos donde finalmente Marco Antonio y Octavio se proclamaron vencedores.

Horacio temió por su vida pero finalmente se determinó que aquellos que habían luchado en el bando republicano podían regresar a Roma sin miedo a las represalias. Así fue como Horacio de nuevo en la ciudad dedicó su tiempo a escribir.

Paralelamente conoció al que sería su gran amigo, Virgilio, y éste a su vez le presentó a Mecenas, protector de las artes que le regaló una propiedad para que pudiera dedicarse plenamente a escribir.

Horacio escribió Sátiras, Épodos, Odas y Epístolas, que son 4 estilos de obras muy diferentes.

Sátiras (años 35-30 a.c.): Están compuestas por varios libros, donde emergen sus pensamientos sobre los grandes problemas del hombre y la ambición, la codicia o la riqueza personal, que ve como amenaza y que critica mordazmente.

Los Épodos (año 30 a.c) es una proclama política donde Horacio espera el fin de las hostilidades que han amenazado a Roma durante todos estos años, especialmente hace referencia a la batalla de Actium donde Octavio vence a Marco Antonio, esperando un período de paz por el bien de los ciudadanos.

Las Odas (año 23 a.C.): con claras influencias de la poesía griega, Horacio hace referencia a los temas sociales que tanto le preocupan, la paz, el amor, el respeto, las buenas costumbres, y el patriotismo.

Las Epístolas (20 a.c.): publica 20 cartas, en las que proclama sus pensamientos políticos, éticos y filosóficos, mostrándose favorable a los epicúreos.

Horacio pasó a ser el relevo natural de Virgilio a la muerte de este último, fue él el encargado de crear los Carmen Saeculare por orden del emperador Augusto.

#antiguaroma #restosromanos #roma #arqueologia #historia #culture #history #archaeology #romaantigua #travel #horacio #poetaromano

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Escribe Antonio Cabezas, el traductor de la edición de Cantares de Ise publicada por Hiperión:

Si al terminar la lectura de esta obra alguien se pregunta que dónde está su grandeza, habría que contestar como Louis Armstrong al que le preguntaba qué era el jazz: «Si tienes que preguntarlo, no puedo contestarte».

Yo no llego a tanto: sí veo grandeza en los poemas; lo que me cuesta es también encontrar grandeza en el resto. Y es que, como también escribe el traductor, «Cantares de Ise no es novela ni es historia, no es lírica, ni drama, ni épica, ni ensayo, porque es todas estas cosas a la vez». El libro contiene verso y prosa a partes iguales, y es esta última la que, por inconexa y desordenada, no me terminó de parecer bella. Respecto a los poemas, Antonio Cabezas decidió traducir el tanka japonés a seguidilla gitana, dotándolos así de rimas de las que carece el original. Aunque el resultado es ciertamente bonito, esto probablemente lo llevó a forzar y alterar todavía más el sentido de algunos poemas. Pero bueno, sean completamente fieles o no, se verá a continuación que lindos sí que son.

Una vez me quejé bastante de un libro editado por Hiperión, pero como ya escribí en otro, esta editorial tiene tanto pésimas como muy buenas ediciones. En este caso, y sin ser una edición definitiva ni mucho menos, es buena: tanto la presentación como el epílogo metacrítico y el apéndice histórico aportan bastante y están interesantes, además de que la propia traducción destaca por el esfuerzo que conllevó.

Ahora algunos poemas. He preferido no agregar la prosa que los acompaña para no hacerlos más largos, pero son necesarios si se quiere entenderlos bien.

¡Las noches de cita que yo pasé en vela, y no viniste! Ya no espero nada, y sigo en mi espera.

Números no escribas en agua que pasa, que duran poco. Y él: Al agua que corre, y al tiempo que pasa, y a la flor vana, ¿quién podrá mandarles detener su marcha?

La flor del cerezo vale lo que vale por dispersarse. ¿Qué hay en este mundo que nunca se acabe?

Dos que se han querido y se han separado, ¿será posible, pasados los años, no haberse olvidado?

No aflojes la faja mientras no esté yo, aunque el ruiponce no espere a la noche para abrirse en flor. Ella le replicó: Lacito apretado con nuestras dos fuerzas, ¿podré yo sola desembarazarlo mientras tú no vengas?

Aunque no es mi manga barraca entre yerbas, viene el rocío al caer la tarde a morar en ella.

Mil noches de otoño cuéntalas como una. Pues ni aunque goce de ti diez mil noches llegaré a mi hartura. Ella le contestó: Mil noches de otoño hazlas como una. Me pondré a hablarte, y cantará el gallo sin que yo concluya.

Cuenta de rosario fue lo tuyo y mío: así de corto. ¡Y qué largo se me hace tu corazón frío!