Podcasts about Benito

Entrevista Enric Benito - Médico español, referente mundial en Cuidados Paliativos by En Perspectiva

Benito Serrano (Presidente Diputación de Soria) - La Diputación de Soria reafirma su compromiso con las asociaciones del tercer sector de la provincia

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

President Trump is doing everything he can to distract the world from his involvement with Jeffrey Epstein, including launching attacks on former president Barack Obama.  “There's nothing better than being yourself” says global music superstar Bad Bunny, telling Stephen Colbert that Benito and Bad Bunny are ultimately the same person and that having a perfect day is possible in Puerto Rico. Watch him in “Happy Gilmore 2” opening in theaters on July 25th. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Abilio Martínez Varea (Obispo Osma Soria) y Benito Serrano (Pte. Diputación Soria) - La Iglesia Parroquial de San Leonardo de Yagüe reabre sus puertas una vez rehabilitada

Bad Bunny, born Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, is making headlines across the globe as he launches the most ambitious project of his career, a historic 30-concert residency titled "No Me Quiero Ir de Aquí" at San Juan's Coliseo de Puerto Rico. The residency kicked off July 11, 2025, and is already completely sold out. Thousands of devoted fans—and celebrities like Real Madrid's Kylian Mbappé, Paris Saint-Germain's Achraf Hakimi, NBA icon LeBron James, and singer Ricky Martin—have flown in to experience what many describe as more than a concert, but a vibrant showcase of Puerto Rican culture and Bad Bunny's deep personal connection to his homeland, according to TMZ and multiple reports.The residency is having a massive economic and cultural impact. According to the Associated Press and local government data, it's estimated to bring over $200 million to Puerto Rico's economy, book over 35,000 hotel nights, create 3,600 jobs, and welcome up to 600,000 foreign tourists during the otherwise quiet summer season. Beyond the numbers, Bad Bunny's shows have sparked conversations about Puerto Rico's political status, gentrification, and the preservation of cultural identity. His message to fans has been consistent: support local businesses, embrace sustainable tourism, and strengthen island traditions.Bad Bunny isn't just dominating with his live shows; he also surprised fans last week with the release of a brand new single, “Alambre Púa,” which he debuted during his residency's opening weekend. This song, infused with traditional bomba and plena rhythms and written with longtime collaborators Tainy and Luis Ahmed Irizarry, explores themes of nostalgia and longing for a past lover, layering electronic beats with deep cultural references. The song's music video further ties in with the residency, beginning as a seemingly intimate beach scene before revealing the larger spectacle of the stage and residency's motto, “No me quiero ir de aquí”—a declaration of his enduring love for Puerto Rico.Listeners can also immerse themselves in “Seguimo' Aquí: The Experience by Vibee,” which is a new interactive fan pop-up in Plaza Las Américas, San Juan. Created in partnership with Live Nation's Vibee division, this experience offers fans a journey through a life-size Puerto Rican house, a 360-degree installation inspired by local legends, and even a hidden speakeasy for VIP ticket holders. Exclusive merchandise and cultural storytelling add to the unique draw for those attending both the concerts and the citywide celebrations.All of this follows the breakout success of Bad Bunny's sixth studio album, “Debí Tirar Más Fotos,” released this January. The album quickly shot to number one on the US Billboard 200—his fourth chart-topping record—while earning critical acclaim as his most personal and culturally resonant work to date. The album addresses both nostalgia for Puerto Rico and pressing social issues like gentrification, while featuring guest appearances from musicians deeply connected to the island's musical heritage. Critics describe it as an homage to Bad Bunny's roots, fusing reggaetón, house, salsa, plena, and bomba.Bad Bunny has no plans for additional U.S. concerts during the current tour, as he explained to Variety, stating his American fans have already had many opportunities to see him live. Instead, he wants fans worldwide to discover Puerto Rican culture firsthand. This pledge to sustainable, locally-focused tourism is echoed by efforts from organizations like Discover Puerto Rico, encouraging visitors to choose eco-friendly, locally-owned accommodations and experiences throughout their stay.With the buzz of "Alambre Púa's" release, the ongoing sold-out residency, and cultural initiatives woven throughout Puerto Rico, Bad Bunny is cementing his place as not only a musical phenomenon but also a force for cultural and economic renewal on the island. His performances balance rhythm and activism, celebration and critique—leaving both fans and observers eagerly looking forward to what Benito will do next.Thank you for tuning in. Come back next week for more on the world of music and celebrity. This has been a Quiet Please production, and for me, check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3QsFor more check out http://www.quietplease.ai

En este episodio hablamos sobre la afirmación de nuestra identidad puertorriqueña en medio de crisis culturales y políticas. Discutimos el rol de Bad Bunny como figura de resistencia social, la llegada de la Fórmula 1 y su impacto cultural, y el trato a inmigrantes desde una mirada de empatía y solidaridad. También tocamos temas duros como el tráfico humano, el caso de Jeffrey Epstein, la violencia en el país y la desconfianza en el sistema judicial, todo a partir de un reciente caso de defensa propia.

En este episodio nos fuimos full range: desde la política energética hasta la cultura pop, pasando por un toque de conspiración y trap sin filtro. ⚓ La barcaza zombie regresó como si fuera ex tóxica: se fue, pero volvió. Hablamos del nuevo capítulo en el desmadre energético de la isla, y cómo todo sigue oliendo a gas... literal y político.

Kiko Narváez, Álvaro Benito, Raúl Ruiz y Rafa Alkorta hablan con Monchi, director deportivo del Aston Villa, y analizan la victoria del Chelsea frente al PSG. Repaso al Tour de Francia y la situación de la selección española femenina en la Eurocopa.

“Italy, Gentlemen, wants peace, wants quiet, wants work, wants calm; we will give it with love, if that be possible, or with strength, if that be necessary.” This is the story of Italy's Benito Mussolini's creation of fascism and rise to power in interwar Italy. Benito starts life the way his father intended—as a socialist—and the often moving, young schoolteacher quickly emerges as a leading voice in the movement as he's entrusted to serve as the editor of one of the party's most important newspapers. But the Great War changes that. Benito supports it, the party doesn't, and by the conflict's end, the returned soldier has a new idea—one that takes him across the political spectrum, all the way from the Marxist left to the nationalist far-right—a violent, war-glorifying, anti-democratic, one-party, dictatorial version of nationalism. He calls it “fascism.”  Benito speaks of order. Economic prosperity. National pride. Some see his black-clad fighting squads, known as “Blackshirts,” as their saviors from the far-left's communism, so feared in the wake of the recent Bolshevik Revolution in Russia. Indeed, many Italians welcome his march on Rome and his growing powers as Prime Minister, and celebrate his foreign policy achievements, including a reconciliation between Italy and the Vatican.  But as Benito kills Italy's constitutional monarchy in all but name as he turns into a dictator, conquers Ethiopia, ignores the League of Nations, and bonds with Germany's rising dictator Adolf Hitler, former allies are growing concerned. Some fear his anti-democratic path will also embolden Germany. As W.E.B. Du Bois questions: “If Italy takes her pound of flesh by force, does anyone suppose that Germany will not make a similar attempt?” Only time will tell. Connect with us on HTDSpodcast.com and go deep into episode bibliographies and book recommendations join discussions in our Facebook community get news and discounts from The HTDS Gazette  come see a live show get HTDS merch or become an HTDS premium member for bonus episodes and other perks. HTDS is part of Audacy media network. Interested in advertising on the History That Doesn't Suck? Contact Audacyinc.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

En este episodio de Lunes Inspiradores nos acompaña Jonathan Benito, profesor e investigador de neurociencia de la Universidad Autónoma de Madrid y autor de El poder de la amabilidad, un libro transformador sobre el poder que tiene la amabilidad para convertirnos en personas más exitosas, sanas y felices.

Álex Corretja, Álvaro Benito y José Ignacio Tornadijo desgranan las claves de la derrota de Carlos Alcaraz en la final de Wimbledon. Además, actualidad del fin de semana en el mundo del fútbol y, por último, lo mejor de la etapa del Tour de Francia y de una nueva victoria de Marc Márquez en MotoGP.

Álex Corretja, Álvaro Benito y José Ignacio Tornadijo desgranan las claves de la derrota de Carlos Alcaraz en la final de Wimbledon. Además, actualidad del fin de semana en el mundo del fútbol y, por último, lo mejor de la etapa del Tour de Francia y de una nueva victoria de Marc Márquez en MotoGP.

Bad Bunny, known off stage as Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, is making global news this week thanks to the electrifying launch of his unprecedented three-month residency in San Juan, Puerto Rico. As reported by CBS News, his “No Me Quiero Ir de Aquí” residency opened Friday night at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico, where Bad Bunny performed a marathon set that blended club beats, salsa, folkloric dance, and acoustic moments, all tightly focused on celebrating Puerto Rican heritage. The concerts are deeply personal for Benito, who has returned home after a meteoric global rise, intensifying his efforts to make music that centers Puerto Rican identity. The first nine shows are exclusive to local residents, doubling as a statement against gentrification and an ode to the island's community spirit. Even NBA legend LeBron James was seen attending and dancing on opening night.Remezcla reports that fans were stunned when Bad Bunny opened his residency with a previously unheard song. The track delivered a mix of plena and reggaeton, with lyrics about longing and bittersweet romance, and included both Spanish and English phrases. While the song ignited social media, there's no word yet on whether it will see an official release beyond the live shows—fueling speculation that this song is a residency exclusive and marking yet another way Benito is creating unforgettable, one-of-a-kind experiences for his Puerto Rican audience.The residency also puts a spotlight on Bad Bunny's latest album, “Debí Tirar Más Fotos” (“I Should Have Taken More Photos”), which released in January and has continued to ride high on the charts. According to Wikipedia, this is his sixth studio album and it's characterized by themes of nostalgia, reflection, and living in the moment. The album has been promoted heavily through singles like “El Clúb” and “Pitorro de Coco,” the latter touching on heartbreak during the holidays. The project received a high-profile rollout, including a poignant teaser featuring filmmaker Jacobo Morales and heartfelt commentary on memories and change.Meanwhile, the buzz continues with the recent drop of the music video for “NUEVAYoL,” a standout from the new album. Hypebeast describes how the video, released over the July 4th holiday, is a visually rich homage to Puerto Rican resilience and the Nuyorican experience. Scenes trace community celebrations, cultural pride, and political undertones, including a symbolic moment where Bad Bunny plants the Puerto Rican flag on the Statue of Liberty, referencing real-life activist stunts and underscoring his ongoing commitment to immigrant narratives and Latinx heritage. Another layer of the video's commentary includes a satirical segment with a deepfake of Donald Trump apologizing to immigrants, further demonstrating Bad Bunny's engagement with social and political issues.Outside of music, Bad Bunny's partnership with adidas continues to turn heads. According to Sole Retriever, he's set to release three new colorways of the adidas Gazelle as part of a City Series collection inspired by Puerto Rico's vibrant locales like El Yunque, Santurce, and Cabo Rojo. These sneakers, dropping July 26, feature city names stamped in gold and inventive design touches that signal his status in both music and fashion.Social media has swirled with excitement as exclusive images and updates from his residency and collaborations are shared widely, with BAD BUNNY NEWS on Instagram highlighting moments from recent events. Bad Bunny's cultural influence, both on and off the stage, has only intensified in 2025 as his artistry, activism, and connection to his roots continue to define him as much more than just a global superstar.Thanks for tuning in. Be sure to come back next week for more on what's happening with Bad Bunny and the world's top artists. This has been a Quiet Please production, and for more, check out Quiet Please Dot A I.Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3QsFor more check out http://www.quietplease.ai

Conversamos con Áurea Benito, una mujer que sigue siendo una niña curiosa motivada por conocer el porqué de las cosas llenando de aprendizaje su maleta de viaje en la vida. Áurea nos cuenta que tiene el trabajo de sus sueños en el ámbito de la gestión de personas donde conecta con su propósito, irradiando conciencia, compromiso y energía positiva en todo lo que hace. Con Áurea hablamos de propósito, de cultura, de creencias, de liderazgo humanista, de conversaciones de calidad, de decisiones conscientes… Creo que escuchar las ideas que lleva a la práctica en su organización, nos da una buena idea de lo que supone una dirección de personas humanista conectada a un propósito, un negocio y a cada una de las personas que lo conforman. Enlaces ======= https://www.linkedin.com/in/aureabenito/ https://www.isdin.com/es https://aedrh.org/quienes-somos/junta-directiva/ https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensar_r%C3%A1pido,_pensar_despacio

La residencia de 30 conciertos de Bad Bunny en el Coliseo de Puerto Rico, del 11 de julio al 14 de septiembre, tendrá un impacto económico para la isla de 377 millones de dólares y creará aproximadamente 3.642 empleos directos, indirectos e inducidos, según datos de la alcaldía de San Juan. La isla vive una revolución que va más allá de los conciertos. Desde la venta de accesorios a la organización de recorridos por su municipio natal. Más allá de una gira que promete ser histórica, "Debí Tirar Más Fotos" es una reivindicación de la cultura puertorriqueña. El rapero Bad Bunny revoluciona Puerto Rico con una residencia artística de 30 conciertos en el Coliseo. Sheilla Rodríguez, profesora del departamento de estudios socioculturales de la Universidad de Florida, destaca la importancia de este acontecimiento en la antena de RFI: "Tiene un mensaje eminentemente político. Bad Bunny da un ejemplo de cómo puede usarse el arte con el fin de hacer una inyección económica pero también es una inyección de orgullo y de fortalecimiento a los puertorriqueños". Varios estudios afirman que los conciertos supondrán un ingreso de entre 200 y 300 millones de dólares y generarán más de 3000 mil empleos. Pero también hay que considerar estas funciones como un homenaje a la cultura y la identidad latina, y especialmente puertorriqueña, en Nueva York."Entiendo que Bad Bunny está dando un ejemplo de la fortaleza cultura que recae en los puertorriqueños y que, a pesar de todas las violencias que hemos históricamente recibido, somos profundamente fuertes y talentosos" dice Sheilla Rodríguez en RFI.  La isla vive una revolución que va más allá de los conciertos. Desde la venta de accesorios relacionados con Bad Bunny como la tradicional pava (sombrero de paja), a la organización de recorridos por su municipio natal y las publicaciones de un diccionario para entender sus letras y un estudio científico sobre su música. El artista puertorriqueño anunció inicialmente 21 conciertos en la isla pero, ante la gran demanda, aumentó a 30 las funciones, que se llevarán a cabo todos los fin de semana desde el 11 de julio hasta el 14 de septiembre en el Coliseo de Puerto Rico. Benito ha usado su música para abordar la lucha contra la gentrificación, la privatización de los recursos naturales o los cortes de energía. "El contenido de las canciones es una denuncia. Utilicemos la música para resistir" sentencia Sheilla Rodríguez, profesora del departamento de estudios socioculturales de la Universidad de Florida. Esta residencia artística ha batido todos los records: vendió 400.000 boletos en tan solo 4 horas y supera las noches de conciertos consecutivas de otras leyendas del reggaeton como Daddy Yanki o Wisin y Yandel. Sin duda, un evento que Puerto Rico nunca va a olvidar.   Influencia hasta en la lingüística  Al generar tanta expectación la residencia, han surgido en el último mes varias iniciativas curiosas para explicar las letras de Bad Bunny y para estudiar el impacto de su música en la química cerebral. La lexicógrafa puertorriqueña Maia Sherwood Droz creó el diccionario ‘El ABC de DtMF', que define el vocabulario puertorriqueño y referencias culturales como lugares, nombres de personas y menciones musicales con ejemplos tomados de las 17 canciones del álbum. Por su parte, el Colegio de Químicos de Puerto Rico (CQPR) presentó un análisis en el que asegura que la música de Bad Bunny activa neurotransmisores, como dopamina, serotonina y oxitocina, generando placer, bienestar, euforia y un fuerte sentido de comunidad.

La residencia de 30 conciertos de Bad Bunny en el Coliseo de Puerto Rico, del 11 de julio al 14 de septiembre, tendrá un impacto económico para la isla de 377 millones de dólares y creará aproximadamente 3.642 empleos directos, indirectos e inducidos, según datos de la alcaldía de San Juan. La isla vive una revolución que va más allá de los conciertos. Analizamos su importancia con una experta en la antena de RFI. Más allá de una gira que promete ser histórica, "Debí Tirar Más Fotos" es una reivindicación de la cultura puertorriqueña. El rapero Bad Bunny revoluciona Puerto Rico con una residencia artística de 30 conciertos en el Coliseo. Sheilla Rodríguez, profesora del departamento de estudios socioculturales de la Universidad de Florida, destaca la importancia de este acontecimiento en la antena de RFI: "Tiene un mensaje eminentemente político. Bad Bunny da un ejemplo de cómo puede usarse el arte con el fin de hacer una inyección económica pero también es una inyección de orgullo y de fortalecimiento a los puertorriqueños". Varios estudios afirman que los conciertos supondrán un ingreso de entre 200 y 300 millones de dólares y generarán más de 3000 mil empleos. Pero también hay que considerar estas funciones como un homenaje a la cultura y la identidad latina, y especialmente puertorriqueña, en Nueva York."Entiendo que Bad Bunny está dando un ejemplo de la fortaleza cultura que recae en los puertorriqueños y que, a pesar de todas las violencias que hemos históricamente recibido, somos profundamente fuertes y talentosos" dice Sheilla Rodríguez en RFI.  La isla vive una revolución que va más allá de los conciertos. Desde la venta de accesorios relacionados con Bad Bunny como la tradicional pava (sombrero de paja), a la organización de recorridos por su municipio natal y las publicaciones de un diccionario para entender sus letras y un estudio científico sobre su música. El artista puertorriqueño anunció inicialmente 21 conciertos en la isla pero, ante la gran demanda, aumentó a 30 las funciones, que se llevarán a cabo todos los fin de semana desde el 11 de julio hasta el 14 de septiembre en el Coliseo de Puerto Rico. Benito ha usado su música para abordar la lucha contra la gentrificación, la privatización de los recursos naturales o los cortes de energía. "El contenido de las canciones es una denuncia. Utilicemos la música para resistir" sentencia Sheilla Rodríguez, profesora del departamento de estudios socioculturales de la Universidad de Florida. Esta residencia artística ha batido todos los records: vendió 400.000 boletos en tan solo 4 horas y supera las noches de conciertos consecutivas de otras leyendas del reggaeton como Daddy Yanki o Wisin y Yandel. Sin duda, un evento que Puerto Rico nunca va a olvidar.   Influencia hasta en la lingüística  Al generar tanta expectación la residencia, han surgido en el último mes varias iniciativas curiosas para explicar las letras de Bad Bunny y para estudiar el impacto de su música en la química cerebral. La lexicógrafa puertorriqueña Maia Sherwood Droz creó el diccionario ‘El ABC de DtMF', que define el vocabulario puertorriqueño y referencias culturales como lugares, nombres de personas y menciones musicales con ejemplos tomados de las 17 canciones del álbum. Por su parte, el Colegio de Químicos de Puerto Rico (CQPR) presentó un análisis en el que asegura que la música de Bad Bunny activa neurotransmisores, como dopamina, serotonina y oxitocina, generando placer, bienestar, euforia y un fuerte sentido de comunidad.

Two more guests join Travis as we're talking farming, football and country life with Willie Gay Jr. and Benito Jones. Plus, the Lions, Packers, Vikings and Bears go under the microscope today as we preview the NFC North.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Invitaba san Benito a no anteponer nada al amor de Cristo. En primer lugar, porque ninguna consideración es más importante que la verdad del amor de Cristo por mí. Después, porque debo orientar toda mi vida a cuidar y acrecentar el amor que a Cristo le tengo. Ese amor se logra con el trato, y mucho ayuda también hacer continuos actos de amor, aunque parezca que solo son de boca.

LAUDES VIERNES DE LA XIV SEMANA DE ORDINARIO(Oración de la mañana) - San Benito AbadINVOCACIÓN INICIALV. Señor abre mis labiosR. Y mi boca proclamará tu alabanzaINVITATORIOAnt. Aclamemos al Señor, en esta fiesta de san Benito.SALMODIASalmo 50 - Ant. Un corazón quebrantado y humillado, tú no lo desprecias, Señor.Cántico - Ant. En tu juicio, Señor, acuérdate de la misericordia.Salmo 147 - Ant. Glorifica al Señor, Jerusalén.CÁNTICO EVANGÉLICOAnt. Hubo un hombre, venerable por su vida, Benito, que, como ya su propio nombre lo insinúa, fue bendecido por Dios con los dones de su gracia.Cántico de Zacarías. EL MESÍAS Y SU PRECURSOR      Lc 1, 68-79Bendito sea el Señor, Dios de Israel,porque ha visitado y redimido a su pueblo.suscitándonos una fuerza de salvaciónen la casa de David, su siervo,según lo había predicho desde antiguopor boca de sus santos profetas:Es la salvación que nos libra de nuestros enemigosy de la mano de todos los que nos odian;ha realizado así la misericordia que tuvo con nuestros padres,recordando su santa alianzay el juramento que juró a nuestro padre Abraham.Para concedernos que, libres de temor,arrancados de la mano de los enemigos,le sirvamos con santidad y justicia,en su presencia, todos nuestros días.Y a ti, niño, te llamarán Profeta del Altísimo,porque irás delante del Señora preparar sus caminos,anunciando a su pueblo la salvación,el perdón de sus pecados.Por la entrañable misericordia de nuestro Dios,nos visitará el sol que nace de lo alto,para iluminar a los que viven en tinieblay en sombra de muerte,para guiar nuestros pasospor el camino de la paz.Gloria al Padre, y al Hijo, y al Espíritu Santo.Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.PRECES“Tú solo eres santo, Señor.”ConclusionV. El Señor nos bendiga, nos guarde de todo mal y nos lleve a la vida eterna.R. Amén.(404)

Athenea del Castillo celebra en la SER la clasificación de España a cuartos de final como primera de grupo tras derrotar a Italia por 1-3. Laia Codina, Jacobo Buceta, Sonia Lus y Fermín Suárez lo analizan. Además, Corretja, Benito y Tornadijo señalan todas las claves del Alcaraz-Sinner de la final de Wimbledon. Lo mejor de la etapa del Tour de Francia y 'El Sanedrín Ilustrado', con Ramón Besa y Manuel Jabois.

Charla con Athenea del Castillo tras la clasificación de la Selección a cuartos de la Eurocopa como primera de grupo. Análisis del partido con Laia Codina, Jacobo Buceta, Sonia Lus y Fermín Suárez. Además, todas las claves del Alcaraz-Sinner de la final de Wimbledon junto a Álex Corretja, Álvaro Benito y José Ignacio Tornadijo.

11 DE JULIO - SAN BENITO, ABAD. PATRONO DE EUROPA

El episodio explora el asesinato de Benito, un profesor de primaria de 52 años, cuyo cuerpo fue encontrado atado de pies y manos en su casa. El caso, que se describe como complicado y lleno de información, se centra en la investigación para descubrir al culpable y el motivo detrás del crimen.

Conversamos con Áurea Benito, una mujer que sigue siendo una niña curiosa motivada por conocer el porqué de las cosas llenando de aprendizaje su maleta de viaje en la vida. Áurea nos cuenta que tiene el trabajo de sus sueños en el ámbito de la gestión de personas donde conecta con su propósito, irradiando conciencia, compromiso y energía positiva en todo lo que hace. Con Áurea hablamos de propósito, de cultura, de creencias, de liderazgo humanista, de conversaciones de calidad, de decisiones conscientes… Creo que escuchar las ideas que lleva a la práctica en su organización, nos da una buena idea de lo que supone una dirección de personas humanista conectada a un propósito, un negocio y a cada una de las personas que lo conforman. Enlaces ======= https://www.linkedin.com/in/aureabenito/ https://www.isdin.com/es https://aedrh.org/quienes-somos/junta-directiva/ https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensar_r%C3%A1pido,_pensar_despacio

Conversamos con Áurea Benito, una mujer que sigue siendo una niña curiosa motivada por conocer el porqué de las cosas llenando de aprendizaje su maleta de viaje en la vida. Áurea nos cuenta que tiene el trabajo de sus sueños en el ámbito de la gestión de personas donde conecta con su propósito, irradiando conciencia, compromiso y energía positiva en todo lo que hace. Con Áurea hablamos de propósito, de cultura, de creencias, de liderazgo humanista, de conversaciones de calidad, de decisiones conscientes… Creo que escuchar las ideas que lleva a la práctica en su organización, nos da una buena idea de lo que supone una dirección de personas humanista conectada a un propósito, un negocio y a cada una de las personas que lo conforman. Enlaces ======= https://www.linkedin.com/in/aureabenito/ https://www.isdin.com/es https://aedrh.org/quienes-somos/junta-directiva/ https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensar_r%C3%A1pido,_pensar_despacio

Bad Bunny lo volvió a hacer. Su música sigue generando conversación política y esta vez no fue la excepción. El 4 de julio —mientras medio mundo celebraba con hot dogs y fuegos artificiales— Benito subió el video de "NUEBAYoL", cerrando con una escena poderosa: la bandera de Puerto Rico colocada en la frente de la Estatua de la Libertad, en una clara recreación del acto de 1977 cuando un grupo de nacionalistas boricuas exigió la liberación de presos políticos y la independencia de Puerto Rico.Pero eso no fue todo. El video termina con una voz falsa del expresidente Donald Trump pidiendo disculpas y reconociendo que "América es todo el continente" y que "su país no es nada sin los inmigrantes".Mientras tanto, en la vida real, el Tribunal Supremo de Estados Unidos acaba de otorgar al presidente el poder de revocar la ciudadanía a personas naturalizadas y a quienes nacen en el país de padres inmigrantes indocumentados.Esta noche analizamos:¿Existe una ciudadanía de segunda clase para los puertorriqueños?¿Es realmente una bendición haber nacido con pasaporte estadounidense?¿Cuán hipócrita y contradictorio es celebrar la independencia de una nación que aún mantiene colonias?----Apóyanos convirtiéndote en Patreon para acceder a contenido exclusivo: www.patreon.com/elresaltadordelarealidad

La primera gran decisión de Xabi Alonso entrenando al Real Madrid, elegir entre Gonzalo o Mbappé

Carlos Alcaraz ya está en los cuartos de Wimbledon tras derrotar a Rublev y lo analizamos con Álex Corretja, Álvaro Benito y José Ignacio Tornadijo. Además, la previa del Real Madrid-PSG del Mundial de Clubes con 'El Sanedrín'. Por otro lado, Javi Herráez nos cuenta los planes del Real Madrid con sus delanteros para el próximo curso. Por último, entrevista con Adriana Nanclares en la previa del España-Bélgica de la Eurocopa.

Carlos Alcaraz ya está en los cuartos de Wimbledon tras derrotar a Rublev y lo analizamos con Álex Corretja, Álvaro Benito y José Ignacio Tornadijo. Además, la previa del Real Madrid-PSG del Mundial de Clubes con 'El Sanedrín'. Por otro lado, Javi Herráez nos cuenta los planes del Real Madrid con sus delanteros para el próximo curso. Por último, entrevista con Adriana Nanclares en la previa del España-Bélgica de la Eurocopa.

Hablamos con Borja Cuadrado sobre el Tour de Francia, con Álvaro Benito sobre Wimbledon y con Jesús Balseiro sobre el Gran Premio de F1 en Silverstone.

Welcome! Tonight, I'll be sharing a special bedtime story from the Philippines called “The Story of Benito.”  I first shared this gentle fairytale on the podcast in May of 2023, and I thought it would be lovely to bring it back for anyone who may have missed it—or simply wants to enjoy it again as they drift off to sleep.The Story of Benito is a touching tale about a kind-hearted boy whose greatest wish is to help his parents, who are very poor. Along his journey, Benito encounters many adventures—each one bringing him closer to making his dream come true.  A quiet, magical story full of warmth and hope—perfect for bedtime. I hope you enjoy it!Sweetest dreams,Joanne Become a Drift Off Premium member today and receive: intro free listening to all episodes NO ADS or sponsorship announcements access 3 - 4 monthly bonus episodes Enjoy early access to my one early-release episode each month exclusive access to full length audiobooks for your enjoyment and relaxation *You can subscribe via Apple Podcasts OR using the link driftoff.supercast.comFeel free to drop by on the podcast website to learn more about it!https://www.driftoffpodcast.com Did you know you can also listen to my regular and premium bedtime stories on Insight Timer? It's a peaceful space for rest and relaxation. Also, for just $9.99/month, you'll get access to my premium stories plus meditations, music, and live sessions from other amazing teachers. https://insighttimer.com/relaxforawhile

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El Real Madrid de Xabi Alonso se prepara para su primer partido de entidad ante la Juventus, en octavos de final del Mundial de Clubes. Tras empatar ante Al-Hilal en su debut, el tolosarra ha conseguido dirigir a los blancos en las victorias ante Pachuca y Salzburgo. Precisamente ante el conjunto austriaco (0-3), Alonso sacó al campo la alineación que tantos éxitos le cosechó en el Leverkusen: incrustó a Tchouamení entre los centrales y situó a Fran García y Trent como carrileros para montar un Real Madrid en 5-3-2.

Reunimos al Sanedrín de jugadores con Álvaro Benito, Rafa Alkorta, Raúl Ruiz y Kiko Narváez para charlar sobre la actualidad deportiva del fin de semana y la eliminación del Atlético en el Mundial. 

Reunimos al Sanedrín de jugadores con Álvaro Benito, Rafa Alkorta, Raúl Ruiz y Kiko Narváez para charlar sobre la actualidad deportiva del fin de semana y la eliminación del Atlético en el Mundial. 

Esto es HistoCast. No es Esparta pero casi. Remontamos el Mississippi para defender la ciudad de San Luis del ataque inglés y de sus aliados durante la Guerra de independencia estadounidense. Nos acercamos a conocer como ocurrió y quienes fueron sus protagonistas gracias a @cerveranavas. Le acompañamos @danigalpe, @HugoACanete y @goyix_salduero.Secciones Historia: - Introducción - 8:11 - El comienzo de la batalla de San Luis - 18:39 - La verdadera historia de la conquista del oeste americano - 34:00 - Los tramperos españoles Benito y Luis Vázquez, Manuel Lisa, Fort Bridger y Fort Ramón - 45:00 - Los orígenes franco-españoles (de la Luisiana española) del papa León XIV - 1:09:00 - La historia de la Luisiana franco-española 1:12:45 - El teatro de guerra - 1:29:50 - La biografía de Fernando de Leyva - 1:50:57 - Los antecedentes bélicos generales de la batalla de San Luis - 2:11:55 - Las conquistas de George Rogers Clark en 1778 como antecedente inmediato de la batalla de San Luis - 2:29:10 - Las conquistas de Bernardo de Gálvez como otro George Clark el verano de 1779 - 2:51:00 - Los planes británicos de la batalla de San Luis - 2:58:45 - Los planes de Fernando de Leyba - 3:12:45 - El ejército de Leyba en la batalla - 3:47:40 - El relato de la batalla de San Luis - 3:54:38 - El balance de la batalla en término de bajas para cada bando - 4:27:47 - El final de Fernando de Leyba y su legado - 4:36:51 - Bibliografía y conclusiones - 5:28:46

Analizamos con Álvaro Benito, Raúl Ruiz, Rafa Alkorta y Kiko Narváez la temporada del Atlético de Madrid y el ascenso del Oviedo.

Analizamos con Álvaro Benito, Raúl Ruiz, Rafa Alkorta y Kiko Narváez la temporada del Atlético de Madrid y el ascenso del Oviedo.

Monumentos dedecados a Benito Juárez, desde la estatua de Palacio Nacional, hasta monumentos que se encuentran a lo largo del país y del extranjero. Hablaremos del monumento extraños como el de "La Bicicleta", el de "La Tolvanera", entre otros.

Topics covered include: True artists, Kyle meeting David Lynch for the first time on the Universal lot, getting Invisalign for the bit, Benito's world getting rocked by Blue Velvet in high school, saliva overproduction, going blonde, Overcompensating's origin story on the New York standup circuit, finding the laughter and heart in coming out, new perspectives in watching your old work, Kardashian skits with stakes, college as an epicenter of comedy and heartbreak, pledging Beta, Kyle's first job working at a lumber mill in Yakima, dad's loving Pride merch, Tom Hanks' sage auditioning advice, college golfer siblings, being fluent in the "Apple" dance, Kyle's first introduction to Sex and the City's Trey MacDougal, and being all up for the craziness.