#sinalas

[imblocking-you]

Katou and Oda are really interesting. Something something statement about false normalcy and contentment and conformity idk

#manga #two in six billion #// maple #maybe in another life they'd be better and actually have a chance at being friends #it alarms me that there is a portion of me that kins one or both of them 💀 #and oh how our minds twist the good truth into something convoluted #and vise versa #denzou #medyo yamatsukki coded chz if sinala siguro sa microscope gano #gano'n* #that change in back hug was firee #i was wondering how they would shift that story into that tone and wow the narration and sequence is amazing #'he was sent just for me' 😭 #i know we should b making fun of him or smthn for this but #in a situation like this i'd do the same #THAT HI THERE PANEL GIRL NARAMDAMAN KO UNG ANXIETY #nagyelo daliri ko mamsh 😭 #ODAA KINAKAUSAP KA NG MASINSINAN PANO KAHUMANTONG SA GANITO (ch 4) #HANDPRINTS!! #kala ko naman may genuine moment na may gps pala #we could all deal with a little bit more gentleness and understanding in our lives #i just want them fixed please 😭😭 #they're insane but...in a cute way? LMAO WHAT 💀💀 #kaya madali aq mamanipulate eh 😭😭 #the plot was fun and the way it's executed was perfect #like if it were to add more or less than that i'd think it'd be a turn off or overkill #it was the perfect mix for me idk #KATOU SMILED AT THE VERY END OF THE EXTRAS #that mom scene was unnecessary i dont need a reminder that they're unhealthy 😭😭 #a dog collar??? HELLO?

[manoelt-finisterrae]

Leda e o Cisne

leito folla de onda branco fermoso coa súa danza exploradora beleza no feito de ser luxuria sen pecados e o voo sinala cisne almofada dos  corpos pluma e musgo rítmico arume sen lei onde a norma é só xemido de amor

sacras pomadas da dozura dosel eterno do suspiro convertido en vento oceánico lindo peso das sabanas peito ou peso violando o tremor do encontro e a súa procura

© Manoel T, 2022

#finisterrae #atlantic ocean #galician photographers #mithology #original poem #galician #3198

[officialacad]

A Brief History of the Academy

War was not an unknown variable to the bright Gidareans of Paranos before their ascension to space. Unlike most other civilizations, however, their first experience with international organizations was not universal churches or superstates, but rather an enormous university that had a strong grip over higher education, scientific inquiry and knowledge accumulation. This Academy heavily resisted any and all attempts by the Nations of Paranos to restrict its power and was instrumental in deescalating a Planetary War that threatened to annihilate the planet in nuclear fire.

The launch of the PAS (Paranos Academic Ship) T'nir marked the beginning of the Academy's extraplanetary age. Soon after their rise to the galactic stage, in a murky decision that is studied to this day, the Academy submitted as a vassal of the Nova Terran Grand Imperium, afterwards purging dissidents reforming as the Imperial Academy, one of the scientific arms of the imperial war machine.

For all their boasts, the Grand Imperium did not last forever, imploding as its Emperor left the galaxy. It was only the intervention of Sinala, an Academic defense AI originally named 'Red One', that the Academy managed to escape destruction and coups by remaining imperial loyalists. The Gidareans would be a driving force in the creation of the Fidelis Accord, a federation formed from the remnants of the old Imperialist Alliance.

Knight-Captain Vance attempted to take over the Academic government, only to be shot down by Sinala's defenses. Now, the Academy stands as a mysterious walled garden, spearheaded by a dual government: a democracy thrives in its interior while the Arbiter Sinala dutifully handles foreign affairs. After an alliance with the Zaxatel, formerly a nation in the @aradak-tribunal, the Academy controls five, densely populated planets: its homeworld of Paranos, a colony named Ionrila and Axakdas (lit. 'World of Ambition', in Yezut), this last one being mainly inhabited by Zaxatel Aradak.

#peritainia #stellaris rp

[timriva-blog]

Xacobe Medina, ensaista: «Trato de esclarecer varios aspectos escuros do proceso de normativización lingüística»

O autor pontevedrés sinala que o seu ensaio «conta a verdade detrás do decreto Filgueira, que no se ten contado ata hoxe» Escrito por LÓPEZ PENIDE No seu último traballo, Breve historia da normativización do galego, que será presentado esta tarde no Museo de Pontevedra, Xacobe Medina retoma á senda do ensaio para «tratar de esclarecer varios aspectos escuros do proceso de normativización…

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#Galego #Galiza #Ideología #Normas e leis #Português

[imoim36news]

Phim cổ trang tiên hiệp Trường nguyệt tẫn minh hiện vẫn đang phát sóng và thu hút nhiều sự quan tâm từ khán giả.Mới đây, mạng xã hội lan truyền thông tin về kết thúc của tác phẩm đang gây sốt này, theo đó, thông tin xuất hiện trên Weibo cho rằng Đàm Đài Tẫn (La Vân Hi) và Lê Tô Tô (Bạch Lộc) sẽ có happy ending. Trong suốt chặng đường yêu đương đầy nước mắt, Đàm Đài Tẫn - Lê Tô Tô có 3 lần tổ chức hôn lễ nhưng điều đau lòng là 3 hôn lễ đều "toang" trong nước mắt.Thông tin được lan truyền trên mạng xã hội cho rằng "Trường nguyệt tẫn minh" sẽ có happy ending. Ảnh: WeiboSau nhiều lần đám cưới rồi "toang", liệu Đàm Đài Tẫn - Lê Tô Tô sẽ thực sự được hạnh phúc hay không. Ảnh: WeiboThêm nữa, một số khán giả cũng chia sẻ, rất có thể trong tập cuối, Đàm Đài Tẫn và Lê Tô Tô sẽ có con. Con gái của 2 nhân vật được gọi là A Niếp chứ không còn là A Mật như trong nguyên tác tiểu thuyết. Dù đây chỉ là thông tin chưa xác thực song đa phần fan của Trường nguyệt tẫn minh đã lập ra các chủ đề bàn luận rồi chia sẻ rầm rộ. Sau bao sóng gió, đau thương, hơn bao giờ hết, khán giả đang mong chờ Đàm Đài Tẫn - Lê Tô Tô sẽ có kết thúc hạnh phúc.Ở 1 diễn biến khác, truyền thông Hoa ngữ đưa tin là Trường nguyệt tẫn minh đã cắt 18 tập phim mới có thể phát sóng đúng lịch. Sau khi hoàn thành xong khâu xử lý hậu kỳ, Trường nguyệt tẫn minh có 58 tập, dẫu vậy để vượt qua vòng kiểm duyệt, ekip sản xuất đành cắt bỏ 18 tập, chỉ để lại 40 tập cho nền tảng Youku phát sóng.Bạch Lộc đóng vai Lê Tô Tô. Ảnh: SinaLa Vân Hi đóng vai Đàm Đài Tẫn. Ảnh: SinaKhi thông tin này xuất hiện, khán giả đã tranh cãi quyết liệt, nhiều người cho rằng việc cắt bỏ này khiến cho tình tiết phim trở nên gấp khúc, một số đoạn hơi khó hiểu, không truyền tải hết ý nghĩa câu chuyện. Dẫu vậy, vẫn có không ít người xem đánh giá, việc cắt bỏ 18 tập xem chừng không phải là điều gì quá khủng khiếp, bởi nó giúp bộ phim cô đọng và tránh đi vào trường hợp dài dòng, lan man,...

[galiciaeodecolonialismo]

Presentación do libro "Galiza e o decolonialismo" e outros contos na Fundación Luis Seoane

A Fundación Luis Seoane presenta a publicación Galiza e o decolonialismo editada pola propia fundación e que pretende contribuir a abrir un debate sobre como a teoría decolonial atravesa os modos de entender Galiza. O encontro terá lugar o xoves 27 de abril ás 20:00 da man do seu editor Fran Quiroga, das autores Serxia Laxe e Leticia Couto e contará coa compañía do contacontos Celso Fernández Sanmartín.A obra, que se presenta, emerxe do Grupo de Estudos que se celebrou ao longo do 2022 na institución coruñesa e que aborda o significado da identidade, a cal é concibida dende o seu carácter mutante, cambiante, adaptativo, lonxe de esencialismos normativizantes. A publicación sinala a relevancia dos procesos de fixación de identidade, en tanto son procesos perfomativos, mais tamén analiza as migracións, os legados, a construcción da idea da nación, da potencia do popular, en definitiva un exercizo de pensamento coral sobre a idea de galeguidade na contemporaneidade.

Ao cargo da edición estivo Fran Quiroga, coordinador do Grupo de Estudos e conta coa contribución dos profesores de universidade de Berkeley Ramón Grosfoguel, da USC Xose M. Núñez Seixas, Emilio Carral e Cristina Botana e da UDC Antía Pérez Caramés e Keina Espiñeira; asi como dos investigadores e activistas Brigitte Vasallo, Pablo Pesado, Mafe Moscoso, Leticia Couto, Serxia Laxe, María Novas e Fernando Pérez, asi como da curadora Agar Ledo e as artistas Mercedes Peón, Lucía Egaña e Artemisa Semedo; a obra conta tamén co deseño de Desescribir.

Galiza está no Norte Global, mais non é Berlín, nin Londres, é un recuncho atlántico atravesado por unha fonda emigración histórica. A obra aborda esta complexidade así como a vixencia do significado de pobo oprimido, en tanto ser colonia e colonizador son ambas caras da mesma moeda. En definitiva, a publicación non pretende sentar cátedra ou construír verdades, se non contribuír, con modestia, a abrir un diálogo do xeito que temos de ler Galiza.

Celebraranse máis presentacións da obra, polo que recomendamos visitar o blogue https://galiciaeodecolonialismo.tumblr.com/ para estar ao tanto dos seguintes encontros.

#Arte

[c-c-a-m-a]

Te amo, y cuando llegue el momento debes recordarlo. #libros #book #wattpad #SinAlas #Edeline #anesi #garnett https://www.instagram.com/p/CCcLKdKl2ea/?igshid=156oxhd19cq2i

#libros #book #wattpad #sinalas #edeline #anesi #garnett

[ickymichi]

hi mills! hope you’re doing good, bb! <3

my selfship is sinssei (sinala x issei [from hq]). we both love to go on late night adventures, our sense of humor consists of shitty memes and nonsense, he lets me do his makeup cause he’s a softie :] i’m a white thin build female.

thank you, mills! you’re the best and don’t forget to take care of yourself!!

THE SELF SHIP MAKEUP EVENT

UR QT AESTHETIC!:

UR SING ALONG SONG!: LIVIN’ LA VIDA LOCA- RICKY MARTIN

#thank you so much my luv always so sweet!! <3 #!!.self ship make up event #matsukawa x reader

[shinigamikarinkurosaki-archive]

10 bullets down, 18 more to go.

#kogi's fandom problems #working on my reply to Sinala's ask #Sinala asks good questions tbh #I'm super excited but this is gonna long as fuck

[elgerero-blog]

          Magmula noong napasailalim sa quarantine, nabigyan ng malaking espasyo ang oras ko para sa pamilya, pag-iisip at pagiging aktibo sa social media. Minsan, natutulala, malalim ang iniisip at na-o-overwhelm sa mga impormasyon at sitwasyong kinahaharap ng pamilya at ng bansa. Hindi makalabas, hindi magawang gawing normal ang araw-araw na ‘di naglao’y nakasanayan na at maging produktibo sa paghanap ng lunas upang kahit papaano ay mairaos ang pang-araw-araw, gawa nang sa bawat kilos, hinahanapan ng butas. Gayoon pa man, mas lalo kong nakikilala ang mga taong may malaking puwang sa pagkahulma at pagiging ganap ko—sa talastasan, kuro-kuro at maging sa diskursong kalimitan naming isinasagawa sa tuwinang nanonood ng balita. Malaya naming inihahayag ang opinion ng bawat isa, may respekto at paggalang. Subalit minsan, hindi maiiwasan, nagkaroroon ng pagtatalo dahil sa magkaibang opinion at paniniwalang nauuwi sa sumbatan ng ideyolohiya at teoryang mula sa sandigang hugpungan ng maalab na ugnayan ng sambayanan.

           Kung usapin lang din naman ng balita ang pag-uusapan, isa sa mainit at sariwang diskusyong kamakailan lang naming pinagtalunan ay iyong presscon ni Du 21+9 to the highest levelism, na bago pa man i-broadcast sa iba't-ibang media, e, na-edit na. Naghatid lito at pagkasayang sa oras ng tao dahil sa mali-mali at iba-ibang oras nang pagtakda ng presscon. Wala tayong problema sa pag-edit, lahat ng isinasa-puliko, malinaw sa atin na dumadaan sa proseso;  sinasala at binibigyang linaw. Subalit, usapin ng balita at paglalahad ng impormasyon ang pinag-uusapan. Anong problema? iyong lantarang pagtanggal sa mga detalyeng naglalahad ng tuwirang impormasyon sa paglatag ng pamahalaan sa batas militar. Hindi man tuwiran dahil sa cut and paste, sugar coating at manipulasyon sa publiko, subalit malinaw sa paraan ng pagpapatupad, pamamahala at pangunguna, pansin ang pagkadominante ng kapulisan. Nababalot, natatabunan, naiiba.  

           Layunin ng media at ng pamahalaan ang pagkalap at paghahatid ng impormasyong, “walang kinikilingan at pawang katotohanan lamang”, pagbibigay prioridad sa kalusugan at seguridad ng taumbayan. Subalit sa kasong ito, malinaw ang pagsandal at pagkaroroon ng kinikilingan. Isa na rito ang mga late night talks (8pm ni-record, 1am ipinalabas. Tila ba may nais lang paringgan), presensya ng media (Presscon pero walang media), LIVE (pero pre-recorded at edited (may pa zoom fade effects pa kapag-cut)), Address to the Nation (pero mistulang wansapanataym, #IYKWIM) na sa pangkalahatan  ay ginagawa lamang upang takpan ang mga bahong umaalingasaw at ilihis ang masa sa dapat na pinagtutuunan ng pansin. Ang kailangan ng bansa ay serbisyong medikal at hindi batas military, mass testing at hindi mass debt (trillion ang hiniram, hanggang ngayon kahit singkong duling hindi matamasa, lalo ng mga nasa kungkungan), pagbibigay prioridad sa agham at medisina, hindi pagkulong, pagpapatahimik at kitil sa mga taong naghahayag, lumalaban at itinataas ang hinaing ng mga nasa kungkungan.

           Sa pagsusuri, mistulang mas makatotohanan pa ang "Necro Police" ng Limbs dahil lantaran nitong inilalarawan ang estado ng bansa at ipinapakita sa masining na pamamaraan ang tunay na kulay ng mga nasa kapangyarihan. Inilalahad nito ang mga impormasyong pilit na itinatago ng midya marahil dahil na rin sa utos ng pamahalaan at binibigyan tayo ng makabagong ideya sa kung paano tayo minamanipula ng mga matatamis at mabubulaklaking salita sa pulpol at palalo nilang aksyon. Mas naipakita rin ng "Necro Police" ng Limbs ang pagkadominante ng Militar o mga taong tampok sa balita; kalimitang nasa mataas na posisyon at nasa larangan ng polisiya, mga lingkod bayan na kalimitang pulis o military ang humahawak. Parehong dumaan sa proseso, parehong edited. Ang pinagkaiba, walang sinala iyong isa at inilahad nito sa masining na pamamaraan ng walang kinikilingan ang tunay na kulay ng mga berdugo na sa kabila ng mga mabubulaklakin at mala-makatang paggamit ng mga salita upang magmanipula na siyang lantarang bias ng Media ay na(kapag)papahayag pa rin ng malinaw.

           Nakalulungkot man na makitang humaharap ang bansa sa ganitong suliranin, ang makitang nagtatalo, nagkakagulo, mistulang napababayaan at naisasantabi ang mga dapat bigyang prioridad, ang siyang lalong nagbibigay lakas sa damdamin natin para sa bayan na mas lalong magbigay boses at mas paigtigin pa ang tinig ng masa upang kahit sa maliit na  paraan ay mabigyang solusyon ang mga ganitong suliranin. Bilang isa sa masa, isa sa ating mga layunin ay maghayag, mangatwiran at maging kritikal. Magbigay lalim sa mga impormasyon at sitwasyong kinahaharap ng bansa. Hindi tayo ang kalaban, hindi tayo ang magkakalaban. May we embraced this quote, “alone you fall, together we stand”

Together, let’s junk anti-terror bill!                      

Together, let’s focus and support our front liners, science and research!

#SerbisyongMedikalHindiMilitar #MassTestingNow #JunkAntiTerrorBill

[o-quartinho]

A Palavra

Nas últimas horas da lunação Geminiana... A lua mingua, mingua, mingua-se todinha neste signo duplo, leve, "contradicto", e livre: quando não pode ser isso, é aquilo, ou aquiloutro. Gêmeos que é o domínio da palavra; te vejo ano que vem. Salve Chico Buarque! (que tem tudo o que interessa em Gêmeos, "apenas" 6 planetas), salve Fernando Pessoa! (que foi 3 num Pessoa só). Minhas homenagens a todas as coisas que descobri nessa lunação, inclusive, minhas partes geminianas. Eu, que nada entendia de Gêmeos... Agora entendo. (Até a bíblia eu conheci nessa lunação.) Ah, Gêmeos, seu inventivo inesperado. Gêmeos: meu pai. E c'est la vie, e sou mais leve. Ahô Gêmeos! E rege minha casa 5 com fervor. Vai!

A palavra não serve. A palavra é precária. A palavra não chega, nem enche, nem vaga. A palavra, aquela, que não resolve, nem se envolve, mas — a palavra não se esfria: indica, anota, percebe, rumina, adivinha tanto que sobra. Soçobra.

E, depois, como susto, como é seu costume, a palavra pressagia, augura, divulga, avisa, anuncia, revela ou mostra, prognostica, proclama, antevê, e então aponta. Sinala.

A palavra marca. A palavra profeta.

E daí, desse lugar frio, onde vive a palavra — fria mente, gélido ar — Ela, ainda, assim, mantem-se quente, brada-se, ainda que pura conjectura, funda as Eras, funda o Tempo. E ajuda o mesmo tempo a passar. A palavra. Mesma não passa.

A palavra “Consolo” deixa-me atenta, e para isso, acordo, e outras há, Paciência, Esperança, Coragem. O que se escreve sem entender, e ainda, e assim, e mesmo: É. A Palavra, A Palavra, A Palavra!

#poesia #poesiabrasileira #poetry #brazilianpoetry #astrologia #astrology #poem #poema #poeta #palavra #word #gemini #gemeos #leoninageminiana

[jasaekspedisisurabayasinjai-blog]

Jasa Ekspedisi Surabaya Sinjai WA-0812-4342-5077 Pengiriman Murah

Jasa Ekspedisi Surabaya Sinjai yaitu jasa cargo yang murah dan terpercaya banyak dibutuhkan untuk pengiriman barang dalam jumlah besar. Supplier, distributor, pabrik, produsen, ataupun perusahaan-perusahaan besar, pasti mencari jasa ekspedisi dengan tarif murah dan pengiriman yang cepat. Anda sekarang tidak perlu khawatir lagi karena kami ONEXPEDISI siap menjadi solusi pengiriman barang Anda

 Penjelasan singkat mengenai Kabupaten Sinjai. Kabupaten  adalah salah satu daerah tingkat II di provinsi Sulawesi selatan  ibukota kabupaten ini   Balangnipa  atau Kota Sinjai yang berjarak sekitar ±220 km dari kota makassar. Kabupaten ini memiliki luas wilayah 819,96 km2 dan berpenduduk sebanyak kurang lebih 236.497 jiwa. Melihat banyaknya masyarakat di daerah ini passti memiliki kebutuhan yang berbeda-beda maka dari itu jasa cargo hadir untuk membantu masyarakat mengirimkan barangnya.

 Jasa Ekspedisi Surabaya Sinjai melayani pengiriman barang jumlah besar dengan tarif yang murah dan pengiriman yang sesuai estimasi. Barang-barang yang bisa kami bantu kirimkan sangat beragam, diantaranya : motor, mesin, snack kering, pakaian, tekstil, sparepart motor, spareport mobil, sepeda, barang elektronik, barang pecah belah, dan barang-barang general cargo lainnya.

 Jasa Ekspedisi Surabaya Sinjai agar saat mengunakan jasa ini barang tiadak rusak dan lecet silahkan perhatikan tips berikut :

 1.      Berikan informasi dengan detail

Informasi yang jelas dan akurat meliputi : jenis barang, ukuran barang,  alamat, nomor yang mudah dihubungi. Informasi yang detail akan memudahkan tim kami dalam memberikan pelayanan terbaik. Baik itu fast respon, ketepatan waktu pengiriman, dan ongkos kirim yang sesuai.

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Pengiriman barang menggunakan jasa cargo umumnya dalam skala besar. Mungkin anda kesulitan jika harus mengantar barang sendiri ke gudang ekspedisi kami. Namun, perlu ketahui bahwa barang yang diantar ke kantor sendiri akan lebih cepat diproses dan dikirim dibandingkan yang dijemput di rumah/lokasi pengirim.

3.      Packing barang sendiri

Demi keamanan barang kiriman Anda, kami sarankan untuk packing barang Anda sendiri. Karena barang-barang yang tidak dipacking dengan layak, onexpedisi bisa membantu packingan barang anda akan tetapi jika bisa melakukannya sendiri, akan lebih hemat biaya dan sisi keamanan bisa Anda perkirakan sendiri.

4.      Asuransikan barang kiriman

Barang yang berharga atau mahal ada baiknya anda mengunakan Asuransi. Barang-barang yang diasuransikan berhak mendapatkan ganti rugi jika terjadi kerusakan atau kehilangan, sebaliknya barang yang tidak diasuransikan tidak akan mendapatkan ganti rugi jika terjadi kerusakan atau kehilangan.

 jika anda ingin mengunakan jasa onexpedisi bisa langsung menghubungi admin kami untuk informasi lebih lanjut melalui WA-0812-4342-5077. Kami siap membantu anda silahkan beritahu kepada admin kami jenis barang yang akan anda kirim untuk estimasi harga dan waktu pengiriman. 

Terdapat 9 kecamatan yang ada di Kabupaten Sinjai berikut ini data lengkapnya :

1. Kecamatan Bulupoddo Desa  Bulu Tellue Desa  Duampanuae   Desa  Lamatti Riaja   Desa  Lamatti Riattang   Desa  Lamatti Riawang   Desa  Lappacinrana   Desa  Tompobulu   2. Kecamatan Pulau Sembilan Desa  Pulau Buhung Pitue   Desa  Pulau Harapan   Desa  Pulau Padaelo   Desa  Pulau Persatuan   3. Kecamatan Sinjai Barat Desa  Arabika   Desa  Balakia   Desa  Barania   Desa  Bonto Salama   Desa  Boto Lempangan   Desa  Gunung Perak   Desa  Tassililu   Desa  Terasa   Desa  Turungan Baji   4. Kecamatan Sinjai Borong Desa  Barambang   Desa  Batu Belerang   Desa  Biji Nangka   Desa  Bonto Katute   Desa  Bonto Sinala   Desa  Bonto Tengnga   Desa  Kassi Buleng   Desa  Pasir Putih   5. Kecamatan Sinjai Selatan Desa  Alenangka   Desa  Aska   Desa  Bulu Kamase   Desa  Gareccing   Desa  Palae   Desa  Palangka   Desa  Polewali   Desa  Puncak   Desa  Sangiasseri   Desa  Songing   Desa  Talle   6. Kecamatan Sinjai Tengah Desa  Baru   Desa  Bonto   Desa  Gantarang   Desa  Kanrung   Desa  Kompang   Desa  Mattunreng Tellue   Desa  Pattongko   Desa  Samaenre   Desa  Saohiring   Desa  Saotanre   Desa  Saotengnga   7. Kecamatan Sinjai Timur Desa  Biroro   Desa  Bongki Lengkese   Desa  Kaloling   Desa  Kampala   Desa  Lasiai   Desa  Panaikang   Desa  Pasimarannu   Desa  Pattalassang   Desa  Salohe   Desa  Samataring   Desa  Sanjai   Desa  Saukang   Desa  Tongke-Tongke   8. Kecamatan Sinjai Utara Desa  Biringere   Desa  Balangnipa   Desa  Lamatti Rilau Desa  Lappa Desa  Bongki Desa  Alewanuae   9. Kecamatan Tellu Limpoe Desa  Bua   Desa  Erabaru   Desa  Kalobba   Desa  Lembang Lohe   Desa  Mannanti   Desa  Massaile   Desa  Pattongko   Desa  Samaturue   Desa  Saotengah   Desa  Sukamaju   Desa  Tellu Limpoe  

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A Mesa celebra a eliminación de topónimos deturpados dun organismo da Xunta

Trátase da Axencia Tributaria de Galicia, Atriga. A directora da Axencia Tributaria de Galicia (ATRIGA), María Vitoria González, comparece no Parlamento. A Mesa pola normalización lingüística celebrou que a Xunta “rectificase” e eliminase os topónimos deturpados dos correos electrónicos oficiais da Axencia Tributaria de Galicia (Atriga). Nun comunicado remitido aos medios, A Mesa sinala que,…

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[joven-hernando]

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Summary: The war is over. Philippines has fallen. The country is in disarray. Vicente thought he lost everything. And yet, somehow, after everything that happened, Vicente Enriquez found Joven Hernando.

Notes: finally posted this. special thanks to @lunatricxxx for the angst, and @sinala for beta-ing uwu. cross-posted from ao3. (lmao this was supposed to be for jovember, but i kept putting this off.)

              Vicente thinks a lot these days. There’s nothing to do but think. The war is over. He is a soldier. Take away the war, and what is he? You are a little brother, his mind tells him. Take away Anacleto, what is he? You are a best friend, his mind tells him again. Take away Goyong, what is he?

              Vicente thinks a lot.

              He hates it.

              Vicente walks around the city to stop himself from listening to the voices that never quite stop. Sometimes it helps, most often it doesn't. But he rather likes watching people than staying at home with the ghosts.

              There goes Coring again, looking like she hasn’t slept in days. Goyong, putang ina mo, tignan mo ginawa mo sa kanya. He smiles ruefully as he hears Goyong’s voice in his head, clear as day. “At sino ka para mag-alala para sa kanya? Para kang nanay.” Vicente can almost see the smirk Goyong does when he teases.

              It gets a little easier each day, accepting that he’s gone. He won’t be okay, not like before. But he’s getting better. A tiny step, day by day. So long as he doesn’t go anywhere near he and Goyong’s places in Bulacan. Maybe that’s why he goes to places he’s never been to before. No memories will follow him there.

              One day, Vicente’s feet carry him to the next town over. He doesn’t know the town’s name, he never bothers. He could find his way home whatever happens, anyway. He watches as the people around him go about their daily business.

              He passes through a row of houses, then he gets to the marketplace. He goes to the liveliest area, and just watches. Vendors and customers haggle over prices. Children run around, their mothers chasing after them.

              A child runs past him, almost hitting his leg. Vicente smiles. A man closely follows the kid, calling out to him. “Kiko!”

              Vicente freezes in his tracks.

              He whirls around, searching for the owner of the voice. He follows the pounding feet of the running child, which leads him to a secluded eskinita. Light glints off a pair of glasses. Soft dark hair, hidden beneath a cap. A bag, slung across a shoulder. A hand, reaching for the shoulder of the kid.

              Vicente walks slowly, not daring to believe. He thought he lost him in Tirad that day. A genuine smile forms on Vicente’s face, the first time in a long time. Oh God, how he missed him. He missed his smart eyes, always observing. He missed how he bites his lips when deep in thought. He missed his endearing awkwardness and gentle nature. He missed their talks, late into the night. Vicente missed Joven so much.

              Joven turns, and he sees him too. Vicente raises his hand in greeting. His smile grows bigger, if that were even possible. He feels a weight he didn’t know he was carrying lift from his shoulders, and he can breathe easy again. His mind is crystal clear, and he feels like who he was before.

              Joven entrusts the kid to another man. Si Eduardo Rusca ba ‘yon? Vicente wonders. He looks familiar.

              Joven walks up to him. He sees him up close now. He sees the various cuts and bruises on his arms. His hand, however, seems to have healed, no longer bandaged. Vicente’s eyes travel to Joven’s face. His jaw is clenched, mouth set in a straight line. The bags are dark and heavy under his eyes. Vicente’s smile falters as he looks into Joven’s eyes. He takes a step back. He sees rage.

              “Totoo ho ba, koronel?” Joven asks, a hard edge in his voice Vicente has never heard before.

              “Jo-Joven. Mabuti at maayos ang lagay mo. Kumusta?” Vicente hates how his voice is shaking. He won’t admit it, but Joven calling him Koronel scared him. He finally got to call him Kuya Enteng after three months. To hear him revert to his title, as if pulling away from him, not wanting to be familiar, hurt like hell.

              “Sagutin niyo ako. Totoo ba na isa ka sa responsable sa pagkamatay ng mga Bernal?” Joven’s eyes never leave his face.

              Vicente’s world stops. Suddenly, he can’t breathe. He is back again in that dark, damp cell, the smell of rotting blood in his lungs. He sees the light flitting through that single window. He hears the laughter of Manuel mingling with Angel’s screams.

              “Joven…” Vicente doesn’t know how to respond. To be honest, he hoped Joven would never find out. Or if he did, it would have come from him.

              “Madali lang po ang sagot, koronel. Oo o hindi. Sagutin niyo ako,” Joven’s cold voice cuts through the haze in Vicente’s mind. He sighs.

              “Joven, wala akong magawa. Iniutos sa amin ito.” Vicente's voice is soft, hoping to lessen the blow.

              Joven, however, seems to have expected this. He looked down and took a deep breath. Vicente didn’t notice before, but Joven’s eyes are red, as if he’d been crying. A lot.

              Vicente reaches for Joven. The moment his hand touched Joven’s forearm, Joven’s eyes snapped up to his and pushed him away.

              To say Vicente is shocked is an understatement. He didn’t think Joven was capable of doing that, in all honesty.

              “Kasama niyo ako sa kampo niyo. Limang buwan tayong magkasama.”

              “Joven—”

              “Kaya niyo pala ako iniiwan noong tayo’y nasa Dagupan. Gabi-gabi, umaalis kayo ng heneral at ni koronel para puntahan si Manuel. Tama ba ako?” Vicente looks down in shame.

              A sigh.

              Vicente doesn’t dare look up. “Oo, Joven.”

              “At si Angel? Ano ang ginawa niyo sa kanya?”

              A vice-like grip holds onto his heart. Diyos ko, Angel. Vicente squeezes his eyes shut, unable to take the deluge of memories.

               Vicente crouches down to Angel’s kneeling position. He sighs, voice soft. “Huwag mo na pahirapan sarili mo, Angel.”

              “Koronel, kapag po sinabi ko sa inyo kung nasaan si kuya, ipangako niyo na hindi niyo siya sasaktan,” Angel pleads. His lips are trembling and his eyes are glistening, but he doesn’t allow his tears to fall.

              “Angel, gusto lang namin siya makausap,” Vicente replies.

              “Ipangako mo po sa akin koronel. Parang awa niyo na po,” Angel’s voice breaks.

              Vicente sighs, nodding. “Hindi namin siya sasaktan.”

              Angel’s tears stream down his face, and Vicente’s heart breaks. This boy is much too young to have all of this happen to him. He frowns as he sees another bruise blossoming on the boy’s arm. He’s going to have a talk with Julian to go easy on the kid.

                                                             ***

              After all that happened in Dagupan, they let Angel go. They had no more use for him. They just killed his kuya Manuel, and his kuya Jose is just as dead. Vicente thinks he can’t ever forget the way Angel screamed in the cell after they shot Manuel. The way his voice broke with every “Kuya!”, every “Patawarin mo ako”, every “Nangako kayo!” thrown at him.

              Vicente wills himself to open his eyes. He looks at Joven, imploring. "Joven, intindihin mo ako. Hindi ko ito ginusto—”

              "Kahit na hindi niyo ginusto, nangyari pa rin, koronel! Patay na si Jose at Manuel! Si Angel, Diyos ko, si Angel, mas mabuti na pinatay niyo na lamang siya!"

              Joven's words feel like a stab through Vicente's heart.

              "Si Angel? Anong nangyari sa kanya?" He doesn't understand. They let him go, didn't they? Vicente fears the next words from Joven.

              Joven starts deflating. Before, he looked ready to punch him. Now, he looks like he is bearing the entire world upon his shoulders. He sighs.

              "Si Angel, naririnig niya ang mga boses ng mga kuya niya. Nakikita niya sila, kahit wala na sila. Diyos ko, nawala sa katinuan si Angel."

            �� Vicente's blood runs cold. Oh God, he did this. He did this to the child. Angel’s voice reaches a fever-pitch in his head. Vicente covers his ears as he rocks on his feet.

              (nangako kayo nangako kayo NANGAKO KAYO NANGAKO KAYO NANGAKO KAYO)

              Joven looks at Vicente. Once upon a time, he would have comforted him. He thought he knew Kuya Enteng— no. Koronel. He thought he knew the koronel. He was kind to him. The other two, Heneral Goyo and Koronel Julian, never gave him much notice, not when there were girls around to woo. Joven knew he was awkward and naïve, and he was used to being ignored. He preferred it, actually. That way, he wouldn’t have to disappoint anyone. But Vicente was the first person who actively sought him out, besides those in Heneral Luna’s camp and his family. Vicente went out of his way to make sure Joven was included.

              At first, Joven thought it was because the koronel wanted to make fun of him. Maybe, he was doing this to embarrass him when the right time comes. Joven was hesitant, to say the least, when Vicente asked him to join his friends. He kept his guard up, never letting anything get past him.

              But Vicente was able to break down Joven’s walls. Vicente always invites Joven over for breakfast. He invites him on his rounds. He invites him during inspections. Sometimes with the Del Pilar brothers, sometimes just the two of them. Vicente fills the air with his incessant talking. He never forces Joven to speak. Joven just listens, nodding when needed, but he just mostly keeps his head down.

              It was a month after Joven joined the camp when he felt comfortable enough to converse with Vicente. And Joven swears that he was almost blinded by Vicente’s bright smile. It took him a while, but Joven eventually opened up to the Del Pilar brothers too. It was now a common sight in the camp for the four of them to be together.

              Joven remembers the day Julian was promoted to be the Gobernador-Militar of Bulacan. The younger Del Pilar was of course, proud of him, but Joven could see that Goyo would miss his kuya. That night, Vicente woke him up from his sleep.

              “Tara na, may pa-despedida si Goyong sa kuya niya,” Vicente said as he coaxed him out of his bed.

              “Pero koronel, bakit kailangan niyo pa akong isama?” Joven asks, unable to stop a yawn from escaping his lips.

              “Ikaw naman Joven, kaibigan ka namin! Syempre hindi ka pwedeng mawala,” Vicente replies with a smile.

              There were a lot of things that happened that night, but this is what made it memorable for Joven. That was the moment he decided to trust Vicente.

              How stupid he was.

              Joven wonders whether the koronel's kindness was partly due to his guilt.

              "Koronel, kaya po ba mabait kayo sa akin dahil sa ginawa niyo sa kanila Jose at Manuel?” Joven asks, unable to keep the fear from seeping into his voice. “Kaya niyo ba ako kinaibigan kasi alam niyong nawalan ako ng kaibigan, dahil sa inyo?”

              At his question, Vicente looks up. Joven sees the answer in Vicente’s eyes. Joven shouldn’t feel hurt, but that stab of pain still surprised him. After everything he’s done, he still cares for him? Why? Because he was kind to him? He was a friend? That hint of something more?

              No. Joven pushes that last thought away. He can’t afford to be vulnerable. Not now. Not when he was getting the answers he needed. He hardens his voice, willing his heart to harden as well.

              “Ako ba ay isang paraan ng inyong pagpepenitensiya?”

              Vicente’s voice breaks as he starts speaking. “Joven, paniwalaan mo ako. Tunay kitang tinuring na kaibigan. Inaaamin ko na oo, naging mabait ako sa iyo dahil nagsisi ako sa ginawa namin. Pero hindi nagtagal, totoo na ngang naging importante ka sa akin.”

              “Sige po, koronel. Sabihin po nating totoo nga ang sinasabi niyo. Bilang kaibigan niyo, at kaibigan rin nila Manuel at Jose, wala ba akong karapatang malaman ang sinapit nila?”

              Every word from Joven is like a gunshot to Vicente’s heart. Vicente’s eyes stay glued to the ground.

              “Simula pa lang ng pagsama ko sa kampo niyo noong pinatay niyo si Manuel. Kailan niyo po planong sabihin sa akin iyon?”

              Vicente doesn’t have the strength to meet Joven’s eyes.

              “Naging kaibigan ko kayo dalawang buwan matapos kong sumali sa kampo niyo. Hindi pa ba sapat ang oras na iyon para malaman ko ang katotohanan?”

              Silence.

              “Hindi po ako tanga. Hindi rin po ako bulag.”

              “Joven—”

              “Naalala ko pa ang sinabi niyo sa akin noong hinuli niyo si Angel. Huwag kayong mag-alala, walang mangyayaring masama sa kanya. Iyan ang mga salitang sinabi niyo. Naaalala niyo ba iyon koronel? Pinagkatiwalaan ko kayo. Naniwala ako sa inyo. Sigurado akong si Angel rin, nagtiwala sa iyo.”

              Vicente’s finally meets Joven’s eyes. Seeing no emotion in his usually warm eyes hurt Vicente even more. All those nights he spent breaking down his walls, and now he can see Joven rebuilding them, higher than ever.

              “Sa pagpatay ninyo sa inosenteng mga tao, mga marangal na tao. Nang dahil sa utos, nawalan ako ng kaibigan. Nawalan ng mga kuya si Angel. Nawalan ang Pilipinas.”

              At this point, Vicente breaks down. His sobs fill the air as he drops to the ground. All the hurt, the grief, the regret , Vicente lets it all out.

              All the pain that Vicente kept bleeds into Joven, finding the cracks in his walls, inching his way back into his heart. Joven softens. In fact, he feels ashamed of himself. This is just not who he is. He’s not the type of person who blames.

              He hears the voice of the heneral again. He's still right, even from beyond the grave. Ang kaaway ng Pilipino ay ang sarili niya. The country has fallen to the Americans, and yet all they're doing is fighting among themselves. Joven looks at Vicente again.

              Joven finally feels regret. He kneels and takes Kuya Enteng into a hug.

              Vicente tenses at the younger’s touch. At the very least, he expected a punch. A slap, a kick, more vicious words. He didn’t expect this, being held in arms gentler than anything he’s known, with a hand brushing his hair in comforting strokes.

              Why is he being kind to him? He knows he doesn't deserve this. And yet, there's that little voice in his head, whispering how good it felt being in Joven’s arms, how nice it feels to  be comforted.

              “Kuya Enteng, tahan na po,” Joven whispers.

              Tinawag niya akong Kuya Enteng ulit.

              “Kuya Enteng, patawad po. Alam ko po na hindi niyo ginusto ang nangyari, at alam ko rin po na wala rin ho kayong nagawa dahil utos ng Presidente. Hindi tama na kayo ang sinisisi ko sa nangyari.”

              More silence from Vicente prompts the younger into speech. “Sobrang sakit na mawalan ng kaibigan, pero hindi tama na pati kayo idadamay ko sa sakit na nararamdaman ko. Kuya Enteng, patawad po.”

              Vicente pulls away from him, and takes his hands. “Joven, hindi. Ako dapat ang humingi ng tawad sa iyo. Tama lahat ng sinabi mo—.”

              “Kuya Enteng, hindi po. Hindi tama na kayo ang sinisisi ko sa mga nangyari. Lahat po tayo ay may pinagdaanan. May mga pangyayari na hindi natin kayang pigilan. Kuya, lahat po tayo may kasalanan.”

              Joven really has a way with words that makes you listen to him. His voice is soft and slow, demanding to be heard. Vicente calms down. The relief he feels from Joven is overwhelming. It feels so good, being comforted in the ways he wanted to be, hearing the words he wanted to hear for so long, from someone who experienced all the shit he went through, and then some.

              Joven pulls him into a standing position, never letting go of his hands. “Pinapatawad ko kayo, Kuya Enteng.”

              Vicente looks at Joven again. This is a testament to Joven’s soul because no matter how much the pain the world gives to him, his heart still remains pure and free from hate.

              Joven continues speaking. “Pero sana po patawarin niyo rin ako. Hindi ko po kakayanin na makita kayo palagi. Masyado pong marami ang sakit na nasa puso ko. Kaya ko kayong patawarin, pero hindi ko po kayang makalimot.”

              There’s a tiny part of Vicente who wants to protest, to scream at Joven, to beg him not to leave him, that he can’t lose him again. But Vicente has always been a smart one. He knows that Joven deserves this. And knowing this hurts.

              So he just nods, not trusting himself to speak. He squeezes Joven’s hands, hoping the younger would understand.

              Joven pulls him back into a hug. They prolong the moment, not wanting to let each other go. It’s bittersweet, knowing after this would mean not seeing each other again. They pull back, only a little. They rest their foreheads against each other, not wanting to break the moment.

              Reluctantly, they let each other go. Joven starts to walk away.

              Vicente is torn. His body yearns to go after him, hold him, never let go. His feet move of their own accord. He doesn't realize he's running until he bumps into Joven.

              “Kuya Enteng, ano—?”

              Vicente always wondered how Joven’s lips taste like.

              All those times he dreamt of doing exactly this, it was in a whole different situation.

              He pours everything into this kiss. All his I’m sorry’s, What if’s, I love you’s. Joven seems to understand, because he answers his kiss with equal fervor.

              Their tears stream down their faces as they come up for air.

              “Sana po maging masaya kayo.” There is no trace of sarcasm or irony in Joven’s tone. Joven genuinely wanted Vicente to be happy, despite everything he did.

              This time, he just watches as Joven pulls away, stands up, and walks away. He looks until he can no longer see Joven.

              Vicente wants to laugh. Because of course, of fucking course the universe would do this to him. It gave him one more chance to see Joven Hernando. Then the universe slaps him in the face with all his sins, and takes back the one good thing in his life. Vicente shouldn't be surprised anymore.

              He knows he deserves this.

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Relatos sudakas en la europa fortaleza por Mafe Moscoso e Lucía Egaña

Continúa o Grupo de Estudos Galicia e o decolonialismo, e desta volta faino coas activistas e investigadoras Lucía Egaña e Mafe Moscoso. O xoves 5 de maio ás 20h conversaremos ao redor das poéticas e feridas de memoria, do tránsito e das migracións, da expulsión e o rexeitamento e como non, dos feminismos e os antiracismos.

Ao longo das diferentes sesións que se organizaron dende o Grupo de Estudos hai unha teima común en torno a superar a idea do pureza ou da norma, e da potencia da marxe, e moitas veces daquelo que está oculto. Coas investigadores, procuraremos  “comenzar a matar al pequeño macho colonizador que habita en nosotras y que nos hace creer que nuestras individualidades son el centro del universo” tal e como sinala Lucía Egaña, na publicación ACA SOY LA QUE SE FUE Relatos sudakas en la europa fortaleza, na que tamén escribe Mafe Moscoso e que pode lerse aquí.

Lucía Egaña Rojas é licenciada en Arte, como artista traballa en proxectos colaborativos que problematizan a construción de imaxinarios sociais e as fontes de coñecemento. Os seus proxectos foron expostos en diversos espazos, museos e institucións. A súa práctica creativa desborda, impregnando diversos territorios como a tecnoloxía, a pedagoxía, a escrita ou a sexualidade. Foi profesora e parte da dirección académica do Programa de Estudos Independentes (PEI) do Museu de Arte Contemporánea de Barcelona (MACBA) e codirixe o Instituto de Estudos Pornográficos.

Pola súa banda, Mafe Moscoso é investigadora independente, migrante que combina escritura, arte e etnografía. Doutora en antropoloxía (Freie Universität Berlin) e profesor da BAU e da UOC. Escribe en diversos formatos e soportes e, entre outros, é autora do libro “Biografía para o uso das aves: infancia, memoria e migración” (2013). As súas principais liñas de investigación son a memoria e a migración, as pedagoxías críticas, a etnografía experimental e os estudos e prácticas anticoloniais. Activista antirracista e feminista, nos últimos anos adentrouse no campo das metodoloxías interdisciplinares e experimentais, desenvolvendo proxectos como Unha cidade, moitos mundos.

A sesión terá lugar unha vez máis no auditorio da Fundación Luis Seoane na Coruña, e súmase ás anteriores intervencións de Brigitte Vasallo, X. M. Nuñez Seixas e Ramón Grosgoguel. Tras o paso das activistas, continuaremos o 26 de maio coa artista Mercedes Peón, coa conversa O pasado presente.

O Grupo de Estudos é un espazo e pensamento que ten como obxectivo pensar como o decolonialismo atravesa a Galicia, ao xeito que temos de entendela. Trátase de facer, na Fundación Luis Seoane, unha invitación a unha reflexión lenta, sobre un debate aínda pendente: que é ser periferia á vez que centro? Que é ser colonia á vez que colonizado? Toda a documentación do proxecto vaise albergando no arquivo web https://galiciaeodecolonialismo.tumblr.com/