Podcasts about Lindos

In this solo episode, we journey to the Aegean island of Rhodes — once called Ophiussa, the serpent isle — to explore its forgotten role in anchoring Starfire Energy, housing Grail codes, and guarding the womb of Gaia's Solar Logos. From the Telchines to the Knights of St. John, from the fiery mountain of Tsambika to the cave temple of Lindos, this is a story written not in history books, but in soul memory and cosmic geometry.⚜️

Salve seu Lindos!!?

Imagínate a madre e hija, enamoradas del mismo hombre. Parece la trama de cualquier novela mexicana, pero es la dura realidad de muchas personas que cuando empiezan una relación, terminan enamorando a la suegra y metiéndose en problemas muy calientes. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.

Junto a Pablo, Francisco y Felipe conversamos sobre el fracaso, sobre el talento, las oportunidades que para algunos llegaron y que para otros fueron tremendamente esquivas… un audio que nos pone en retrospectiva sobre nuestras propias decisiones u oportunidades. De paso una que otra recomendación valiosa y gratuita para mirar

Descubran estos deliciosos vinos de la D.O. Rueda que llegan a #PuertoRico con Pan American Wine Imports. Lindos blancos de la uva #Verdejo y #SauvignonBlanc. Gracias a Eduardo Poza y Noel Pérez por una tarde muy agradable entre viñedos. Gracias por escuchar, comentar, compartir y seguirnos en el podcast. Más sobre esta bodega aquí: https://www.bodegasverdeal.com. #vino #aprende #entrevista #puertorico #valladolid #vinoespañol

Julieta Correa sobre "¿Por qué son tan lindos los caballos?" y la demencia by Gustavo Noriega

A cidade do Porto é morada de alguns dos espaços mais bonitos do mundo. Neste episódio vamos conhecer mais sobre quatro deles

Cleopatra would have blushed in this Empress' presence.Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“I will die before I let them take the purple that robes me. For never will I see the day where those I meet do not call me Empress.”Leontius is stratiotai, a soldier of Rome's armies. He has lived a decade and more of war, staining his boots with the dirt of nations that have dared to raise their blades against the Empire. It's left him tired. So, when given a chance to step from the battlefield and into Constantinople's Imperial Palace, he takes it.Leontius enters the service of Empress Theodora, a woman unlike any other, who rose from the capital's meanest brothels to sit as co-ruler of the Mediterranean's mightiest Empire. But the city writhes in her grip. As embers of rebellion flare into conflagration, Leontius will find that there exists a life beyond what he has known. A path he sees reflected in the smile of a guardswoman with wild, cypress eyes.This is a story set in the Imperial court of the Byzantine Empire in the year 532 AD. It is the tale of a young soldier inducted into the guard of a very horny Empress.“Tell God that He made a mistake, dear father, when He only gave me three holes for pleasure.”I turned those words over in my head, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I swear, those words had nearly killed my mother when she’d first heard them. She was a tough, tight-lipped seamstress that could heave a bolt of satin over one shoulder with one hand, while she slapped a lesson into me with the other.“What sort of woman would say that?” She’d rail, before clapping her hands over my ears. “Close yourself off to such things,” she’d warn me. “They are not for folks like us.”Those were for the people of the capital, where the streets teemed with prostitutes and silk covered actresses. Not for the goodly, simple folk of Rhodos and my mother’s shop.Despite myself, I felt my lip quirk into a small smile. Of course, the capital was exactly where I was. I stood and kept my eyes lowered until I’d made my way to the nearest window. I stared out into the afternoon sun, breathing deeply of the summer air that was heavy with the scent of nearly half a million people. Constantinople, golden capital of the Eastern Roman, Byzantine Empire and center of the world.I was looking out over the Hippodrome’s track and out into the thousands of domes and roofs of the city. There was no city quite like it in all the world, and even now, a month after having arrived, I still often got lost in its crooked streets.I heard a polite cough behind me, and I turned to find one of the armored guards nodding to the seat I had just vacated. Evidently, I was supposed to wait there.I gritted my teeth, but obeyed. They were just doing their jobs. It wasn’t their fault that I was nearly twitching with restless energy.I adjusted myself on the chair, shifting around in vain to try and find a comfortable position. In all fairness, my discomfort wasn’t the furniture’s fault either. This was, without a doubt, the finest chair I’d ever sat it. Its cushion was thick, held up by four intricately carved legs of scented wood.The rest of the small antechamber was just as luxurious. Everywhere I looked, I saw gold and marble and fine pottery. Even the large door, so diligently guarded by the two armored Excubitors, was carved and inlaid with gold.What in God’s name was I doing here? I was a soldier; my hands calloused by the sword. I was stratiotai, an infantry man. My place was in the shield wall, my sandals stained with the dirt of kingdoms that dared raise their blades against Rome.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.I heard the muffled sound from behind the guarded door. It made me think back to my mother, to those words that she’d so hated to hear.“Three holes for pleasure,” I murmured to myself.I coughed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I shifted again on this damnable chair. What would my mother think if she could see me now? Her only son, her soldier, her little lion; invited to the Imperial Palace.I think that those words would be the first thing she thought of. I think that she would once again clap her hands to my ears so that I would hear no more from the woman that had so famously uttered them.This woman; she who’d been crowned Augusta. A woman who’d come from the flea ridden pallets of the city’s meanest brothel and had risen to command the wealth of half the world. A woman upon who’s words rested the fate of millions. The most powerful woman on earth; co-ruler of the Mediterranean’s mightiest empire and who’s beauty and ruthless intelligence were already being woven into legend.Theodora; Empress of Rome. The woman that I was to meet.The door guarded by the two Imperial Guards suddenly swung open. I leapt to my feet, my spine snapping into a salute.“Ouch,” I heard a woman laugh. “What do you think boys, is his back is straight enough?”The two Excubitors chuckled. I blinked, and found myself facing not the Empress, but a woman in the armor of a guard. The breastplate she wore was of plain, functional steel. She carried with her a heavy, iron-rimmed shield with a short-sword and dagger strapped to the belt at her waist.This was a stratiotai’s kit, standard issue amongst the Emperor’s legions. It was the twin of the one I’d worn nearly every day since my sixteenth birthday; right down to the helmet she held in the crook of her arm.She moved towards me, her hobnailed boots loud against the marble floor. My mind was blank and only a decade’s worth of military discipline kept my mouth from gaping open like the world’s largest fish.Woman weren’t soldiers. They couldn’t be soldiers.A woman’s place was married, tending to a home or shop or farm. From crib to hearth to crib to grave; my mother would say while pinching my cheek. A good woman could be happy nowhere else, she’d insisted.And yet, here one was, grinning at me with her emerald eyes.“Loosen up,” she said. “My back hurts just looking at you.”I obeyed the note of easy command in her voice, staring up and over her left shoulder as I would any Centurion.It was easier than trying to work through my confusion.I felt her eyes on me, taking note of the muscles beneath my light tunica. She swept her eyes down my arms and made an approved sound when she saw the callouses on my open palms. I felt her take note of my scars next, her eyes lingering on each one.My face flushed, my heart beating faster.I wasn’t used to being around women, at least not ones that I hadn’t paid for their company. They were hard to find in a legions camp. This guardswoman was strong, confident, and my awkwardness wasn’t helped by the fact that she was intensely beautiful.Her bright green eyes were the most striking, though it was far from the only thing that made her a rarity. Her hair was held back at her forehead by a band of cloth; a wave of copper-colored hair that curled down to her shoulders. And though her skin was bronzed by the summer sun, she had the sort of complexion that was rare to find in the capital since the loss of the Empire’s western provinces.“So, you’re the one who won the foot-race,” she said. “Leontius, right? I watched you come into the Hippodrome. You’ve got good form.”Was she a runner too? Judging from the lean muscles of her arms and legs, she very well could be. And why the hell not? Apparently, women could be soldiers here, why couldn’t they run naked with the rest of us in the athletic events?I heard the rising voice of my mother’s outrage in my head, but I pushed it and all my swirling confusion to the side. I was a soldier, and I knew how to deal with the dangers of the present before I worried about the future. And right now, the danger was that I’d been staring at this guard’s shapely thighs during a long moment of still stretching silence.“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, my face suddenly burning. “Thank you, sir!” I coughed again, “ma'am”She laughed; eyes sparkling. She had a deep, full-bellied laugh; one that thrummed through my chest and made my toes tingle.“Sir is fine,” she said. “For now. I know that you legion boys have a hard time with change.” She winked.“Ah, yes sir,” I swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”“Alright, then. Are you ready to meet your Empress?”“Yes, sir!” I said, snapping off another salute.She smirked, and led me through the open door and into the short hallway beyond. I followed her towards the door at the other end.“You won the Emperor’s foot-race,” she said. “And you’re a soldier; that means that the Emperor has granted you the chance to join the Empress’ Guard.”“Yes, sir.”I tried not to remember that race. I love to run, but that had been brutal. I’d run for almost an entire day, hammered by the summer sun, racing against the thousand others that had decided to sign up.But I’d won, and the Emperor, Justinian himself, had come down from the Imperial box to put the laurel upon my head. I don’t remember much of that day, though I’m sure that beneath the pain and intense dehydration I’d been proud. I had to have been.The guardswoman glanced over her shoulder at me. “It's just a chance; an interview. Remember that. The Empress has the final say.”My face must have flickered, because she spoke again. “You have a question, soldier?”“No, sir.”“Yes, you do,” she said. “Spit it out.”“Sorry, sir, it's just that I thought that it was the Emperor that chose his Excubitors.”Her lip quirked. “We’re not Excubitors. They guard the whole palace, and the Emperor, sure. Our duties are to the Empress, nobody else. That clear?”“Yes, sir!” I said, though of course, her answer had just raised a hundred more questions in me. “Clear as the giant’s foot.”I immediately cringed as the words slipped out. Now wasn’t the time for a damned joke! But to my relief, she laughed once again.“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”We were at hallway’s only other door now, the one that presumably opened into the Empress’ chambers. She turned to regard me with an expression that made the heat rise to behind my neck.“Sorry, sir!” I said. “It's an expression from my home. God as my witness, I meant no offense.”“Your home,” she said. “Rhodes, right?”“I,” I blinked. "Yes, sir.”She grinned. “I knew that there was a reason I liked you. I’m from Lindos, on the eastern side of the island.”“Yes, sir. I know it.”I shoved that information into the same corner of my mind as my now screaming mother. I had family in Lindos, had visited it as a boy. To find out that we may have crossed paths once before was just too much.“I’m from Rhodos,” I said instead. “The city. Though I haven’t been back since I joined the legions.”“It’s been a long time for me as well,” she said.She reached for the ornate handle, pausing to look back at me.“A word of advice,” she said. “The Empress will not be what you expect. Obey her, and remember that while you’re in that room, you’re as responsible for her life as I am.”Without giving me a chance to respond, the armored woman threw open the door and marched me into Empress Theodora’s private chambers.Her sitting room was large, airy, kept cool by an open balcony and several wide windows. The walls were of stone, festooned with tapestry, art and the many other sort of golden things that the rich liked to collect. Beautifully carved wooden chairs, couches and divans were spread throughout the space.And lounging on one, a book held delicately in one hand; was the Empress Theodora.“Highness,” the guardswoman said. “Here’s the man that won the Emperor’s Race.”“Your Majesty,” I said. I dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes on the stone floor. “It would be an honor to serve you.”“Would it, now?” I heard her say in a voice that was tinged with a smile. “Stand up, solider. Let me get a good look at you.”I obeyed, keeping my eyes downcast. I heard the rustle of fabric.“How do you expect to guard me if you’re always looking at the floor?”I flushed, feeling the heat crawl up my neck. I hurriedly looked up, and I swear that for several long heartbeats, I couldn’t breathe.The beauty of the Emperor’s wife was spoken of everywhere her name was known. I had heard her described a thousand different ways; heard a hundred different versions of how she’d come to be named Augusta.Born on faraway Cyprus, she’d come to Constantinople as a child. Her father had trained bears for the circus, and when he’d died, her family had been doomed to the worst sort of poverty. She’d survived as many a young woman had; by trading her body for a roof and something to eat.She’d worked at a brothel, and later as an actress, which many said were the same sort of profession. Constantinople’s taverns were full of men who’d claim to have known her then. They’d wax about the times they’d had her, for one night or many. Others would reminisce about her time on stage, their eyes faraway as they’d recount the day they’d seen her dance clothed in nothing but a long, red-ribbon.I’d heard every story, though none could prepare me for the sight of her. She’d set her book down, her body still draped over the divan. She was young, I realized, barely past her third decade. She wore a thin, silky sort of dress, the material clinging to a figure that had retained its dancer’s strength.Her feet were bare, and she stood in one smooth motion. Her smile was pleased as she glided towards me, her curves tight against the cloth of her dress.Dark, intelligent eyes watched me from above a long neck. It swept of gracefully from her tight chest, a golden chain disappearing into the space that divided it. I wondered what was hidden there, safe and out of sight. How warm the gold must be, cradled against the smoothness of her skin.The Empress smirked. I wrenched my eyes back to the floor, mortified. What in God’s name was I doing? My face burned, and I was opening my mouth to stammer an apology when the Empress spoke.“I did not say that you could look away, soldier.”“A thousand apologies, my Empress,” I said.I lifted my gaze back up to hers with some difficulty. Her eyes were wrinkled in a smile. The rest of her skin was smooth, a warm brown that was a only a few shades lighter than the thick, wavy tresses of hair that cascaded down past her shoulders.She’d stopped an arms-length from me, examining me in the same manner as her guard had a few minutes before. My flush deepened.“Am I making you uncomfortable?”“N, No, your Majesty,” I managed to say.“Good,” her smile widened. “Because I am impressed with you, stratiotai Leontius. And that is without taking into account your victory in my husband’s race. You fought in Persia, did you not?”“Ah, yes, your Majesty. I fought in general Belisarius’ army.”“Indeed,” she said. “You shared in his great victory at Dara, and in his defeat at Callinicum a bare few months ago.”I did not want to remember those battles, that campaign against the Sassanid Persians; neither the baking sun and trenches of Dara or how their cavalry had swept through us at Callinicum.“Yes, your Majesty,” was all I said.“I’ve spoken to many of your fellow soldiers, since Belisarius and his army have trickled back to the capital. You are well regarded by your comrades.”I ducked my head, “thank you, your Majesty.”“A thoughtful man, they all say. One serious about his duty. You had few friends amongst your cohort, yet all respected you.” The Empress continued. “You enlisted at sixteen years of age. You’ve served a decade already, and I believe that you would have served another one if you’d not caught my husband’s attention.”I nodded, ignoring the twist in my stomach.“An exemplary man,” she said. “In most things.”The Empress started to move, circling me. She made a little sound with her throat. “He’s quite handsome as well, is he not?”“I thought so too, Highness,” the emerald-eyed guardswoman said.“Lean,” the Empress continued. “A runner, obviously. Well-muscled, though his shoulders are a little too small. I’m not sure about the beard either, though the jaw beneath looks strong.”“I rather like it, Highness. It's just a dusting of whiskers, but it suits him nicely.”“Yes, well, you’ve always liked them rather savage, Helena. Your Rhodian blood, no doubt.”The other woman, Helena, grinned. “He’s Rhodian too, Highness.”The Empress sniffed. “Figures. I suspect that he will be as uncivilized as you are, then.”Her smile made light of her words, though I was still incredibly uncomfortable. I sweated beneath the attention of the two beautiful women. I kept my back ramrod straight, knowing that I’d be squirming like a virgin at a brothel if I let myself relax.“Now,” the Empress said. “Lie down. On your back.”The order confused me. But she was my Empress, and so I obeyed; lowering myself onto my back, the stone cool through the linen of my tunica.She smiled down at me. “Your obedience is commendable, soldier. And fear not, you’re down there for a reason.”Cloth rustled and sighed, her bare feet making no sound at all as she stepped around me. She was beside my chest now, her large, dark eyes twinkling as she kept her gaze on my face. Inexplicably, I felt my cheeks redden. I averted my gaze.“Look at me,” I heard her snap.My eyes, wide with sudden panic, flew back to her face. Her smile was gone, replaced by a downward twist of her lips.“Your, Your Majesty.” I stammered, frozen, like a rabbit beneath the eagle’s shadow. “Forgive me. Please, I didn’t,”Her smile returned, softening her features and a better companion to the sparkle that had never left her eyes."Shush,” she said. “There’s nothing to forgive.

Cleopatra would have blushed in this Empress' presence.Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“I will die before I let them take the purple that robes me. For never will I see the day where those I meet do not call me Empress.”Leontius is stratiotai, a soldier of Rome's armies. He has lived a decade and more of war, staining his boots with the dirt of nations that have dared to raise their blades against the Empire. It's left him tired. So, when given a chance to step from the battlefield and into Constantinople's Imperial Palace, he takes it.Leontius enters the service of Empress Theodora, a woman unlike any other, who rose from the capital's meanest brothels to sit as co-ruler of the Mediterranean's mightiest Empire. But the city writhes in her grip. As embers of rebellion flare into conflagration, Leontius will find that there exists a life beyond what he has known. A path he sees reflected in the smile of a guardswoman with wild, cypress eyes.This is a story set in the Imperial court of the Byzantine Empire in the year 532 AD. It is the tale of a young soldier inducted into the guard of a very horny Empress.“Tell God that He made a mistake, dear father, when He only gave me three holes for pleasure.”I turned those words over in my head, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I swear, those words had nearly killed my mother when she’d first heard them. She was a tough, tight-lipped seamstress that could heave a bolt of satin over one shoulder with one hand, while she slapped a lesson into me with the other.“What sort of woman would say that?” She’d rail, before clapping her hands over my ears. “Close yourself off to such things,” she’d warn me. “They are not for folks like us.”Those were for the people of the capital, where the streets teemed with prostitutes and silk covered actresses. Not for the goodly, simple folk of Rhodos and my mother’s shop.Despite myself, I felt my lip quirk into a small smile. Of course, the capital was exactly where I was. I stood and kept my eyes lowered until I’d made my way to the nearest window. I stared out into the afternoon sun, breathing deeply of the summer air that was heavy with the scent of nearly half a million people. Constantinople, golden capital of the Eastern Roman, Byzantine Empire and center of the world.I was looking out over the Hippodrome’s track and out into the thousands of domes and roofs of the city. There was no city quite like it in all the world, and even now, a month after having arrived, I still often got lost in its crooked streets.I heard a polite cough behind me, and I turned to find one of the armored guards nodding to the seat I had just vacated. Evidently, I was supposed to wait there.I gritted my teeth, but obeyed. They were just doing their jobs. It wasn’t their fault that I was nearly twitching with restless energy.I adjusted myself on the chair, shifting around in vain to try and find a comfortable position. In all fairness, my discomfort wasn’t the furniture’s fault either. This was, without a doubt, the finest chair I’d ever sat it. Its cushion was thick, held up by four intricately carved legs of scented wood.The rest of the small antechamber was just as luxurious. Everywhere I looked, I saw gold and marble and fine pottery. Even the large door, so diligently guarded by the two armored Excubitors, was carved and inlaid with gold.What in God’s name was I doing here? I was a soldier; my hands calloused by the sword. I was stratiotai, an infantry man. My place was in the shield wall, my sandals stained with the dirt of kingdoms that dared raise their blades against Rome.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.I heard the muffled sound from behind the guarded door. It made me think back to my mother, to those words that she’d so hated to hear.“Three holes for pleasure,” I murmured to myself.I coughed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I shifted again on this damnable chair. What would my mother think if she could see me now? Her only son, her soldier, her little lion; invited to the Imperial Palace.I think that those words would be the first thing she thought of. I think that she would once again clap her hands to my ears so that I would hear no more from the woman that had so famously uttered them.This woman; she who’d been crowned Augusta. A woman who’d come from the flea ridden pallets of the city’s meanest brothel and had risen to command the wealth of half the world. A woman upon who’s words rested the fate of millions. The most powerful woman on earth; co-ruler of the Mediterranean’s mightiest empire and who’s beauty and ruthless intelligence were already being woven into legend.Theodora; Empress of Rome. The woman that I was to meet.The door guarded by the two Imperial Guards suddenly swung open. I leapt to my feet, my spine snapping into a salute.“Ouch,” I heard a woman laugh. “What do you think boys, is his back is straight enough?”The two Excubitors chuckled. I blinked, and found myself facing not the Empress, but a woman in the armor of a guard. The breastplate she wore was of plain, functional steel. She carried with her a heavy, iron-rimmed shield with a short-sword and dagger strapped to the belt at her waist.This was a stratiotai’s kit, standard issue amongst the Emperor’s legions. It was the twin of the one I’d worn nearly every day since my sixteenth birthday; right down to the helmet she held in the crook of her arm.She moved towards me, her hobnailed boots loud against the marble floor. My mind was blank and only a decade’s worth of military discipline kept my mouth from gaping open like the world’s largest fish.Woman weren’t soldiers. They couldn’t be soldiers.A woman’s place was married, tending to a home or shop or farm. From crib to hearth to crib to grave; my mother would say while pinching my cheek. A good woman could be happy nowhere else, she’d insisted.And yet, here one was, grinning at me with her emerald eyes.“Loosen up,” she said. “My back hurts just looking at you.”I obeyed the note of easy command in her voice, staring up and over her left shoulder as I would any Centurion.It was easier than trying to work through my confusion.I felt her eyes on me, taking note of the muscles beneath my light tunica. She swept her eyes down my arms and made an approved sound when she saw the callouses on my open palms. I felt her take note of my scars next, her eyes lingering on each one.My face flushed, my heart beating faster.I wasn’t used to being around women, at least not ones that I hadn’t paid for their company. They were hard to find in a legions camp. This guardswoman was strong, confident, and my awkwardness wasn’t helped by the fact that she was intensely beautiful.Her bright green eyes were the most striking, though it was far from the only thing that made her a rarity. Her hair was held back at her forehead by a band of cloth; a wave of copper-colored hair that curled down to her shoulders. And though her skin was bronzed by the summer sun, she had the sort of complexion that was rare to find in the capital since the loss of the Empire’s western provinces.“So, you’re the one who won the foot-race,” she said. “Leontius, right? I watched you come into the Hippodrome. You’ve got good form.”Was she a runner too? Judging from the lean muscles of her arms and legs, she very well could be. And why the hell not? Apparently, women could be soldiers here, why couldn’t they run naked with the rest of us in the athletic events?I heard the rising voice of my mother’s outrage in my head, but I pushed it and all my swirling confusion to the side. I was a soldier, and I knew how to deal with the dangers of the present before I worried about the future. And right now, the danger was that I’d been staring at this guard’s shapely thighs during a long moment of still stretching silence.“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, my face suddenly burning. “Thank you, sir!” I coughed again, “ma'am”She laughed; eyes sparkling. She had a deep, full-bellied laugh; one that thrummed through my chest and made my toes tingle.“Sir is fine,” she said. “For now. I know that you legion boys have a hard time with change.” She winked.“Ah, yes sir,” I swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”“Alright, then. Are you ready to meet your Empress?”“Yes, sir!” I said, snapping off another salute.She smirked, and led me through the open door and into the short hallway beyond. I followed her towards the door at the other end.“You won the Emperor’s foot-race,” she said. “And you’re a soldier; that means that the Emperor has granted you the chance to join the Empress’ Guard.”“Yes, sir.”I tried not to remember that race. I love to run, but that had been brutal. I’d run for almost an entire day, hammered by the summer sun, racing against the thousand others that had decided to sign up.But I’d won, and the Emperor, Justinian himself, had come down from the Imperial box to put the laurel upon my head. I don’t remember much of that day, though I’m sure that beneath the pain and intense dehydration I’d been proud. I had to have been.The guardswoman glanced over her shoulder at me. “It's just a chance; an interview. Remember that. The Empress has the final say.”My face must have flickered, because she spoke again. “You have a question, soldier?”“No, sir.”“Yes, you do,” she said. “Spit it out.”“Sorry, sir, it's just that I thought that it was the Emperor that chose his Excubitors.”Her lip quirked. “We’re not Excubitors. They guard the whole palace, and the Emperor, sure. Our duties are to the Empress, nobody else. That clear?”“Yes, sir!” I said, though of course, her answer had just raised a hundred more questions in me. “Clear as the giant’s foot.”I immediately cringed as the words slipped out. Now wasn’t the time for a damned joke! But to my relief, she laughed once again.“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”We were at hallway’s only other door now, the one that presumably opened into the Empress’ chambers. She turned to regard me with an expression that made the heat rise to behind my neck.“Sorry, sir!” I said. “It's an expression from my home. God as my witness, I meant no offense.”“Your home,” she said. “Rhodes, right?”“I,” I blinked. "Yes, sir.”She grinned. “I knew that there was a reason I liked you. I’m from Lindos, on the eastern side of the island.”“Yes, sir. I know it.”I shoved that information into the same corner of my mind as my now screaming mother. I had family in Lindos, had visited it as a boy. To find out that we may have crossed paths once before was just too much.“I’m from Rhodos,” I said instead. “The city. Though I haven’t been back since I joined the legions.”“It’s been a long time for me as well,” she said.She reached for the ornate handle, pausing to look back at me.“A word of advice,” she said. “The Empress will not be what you expect. Obey her, and remember that while you’re in that room, you’re as responsible for her life as I am.”Without giving me a chance to respond, the armored woman threw open the door and marched me into Empress Theodora’s private chambers.Her sitting room was large, airy, kept cool by an open balcony and several wide windows. The walls were of stone, festooned with tapestry, art and the many other sort of golden things that the rich liked to collect. Beautifully carved wooden chairs, couches and divans were spread throughout the space.And lounging on one, a book held delicately in one hand; was the Empress Theodora.“Highness,” the guardswoman said. “Here’s the man that won the Emperor’s Race.”“Your Majesty,” I said. I dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes on the stone floor. “It would be an honor to serve you.”“Would it, now?” I heard her say in a voice that was tinged with a smile. “Stand up, solider. Let me get a good look at you.”I obeyed, keeping my eyes downcast. I heard the rustle of fabric.“How do you expect to guard me if you’re always looking at the floor?”I flushed, feeling the heat crawl up my neck. I hurriedly looked up, and I swear that for several long heartbeats, I couldn’t breathe.The beauty of the Emperor’s wife was spoken of everywhere her name was known. I had heard her described a thousand different ways; heard a hundred different versions of how she’d come to be named Augusta.Born on faraway Cyprus, she’d come to Constantinople as a child. Her father had trained bears for the circus, and when he’d died, her family had been doomed to the worst sort of poverty. She’d survived as many a young woman had; by trading her body for a roof and something to eat.She’d worked at a brothel, and later as an actress, which many said were the same sort of profession. Constantinople’s taverns were full of men who’d claim to have known her then. They’d wax about the times they’d had her, for one night or many. Others would reminisce about her time on stage, their eyes faraway as they’d recount the day they’d seen her dance clothed in nothing but a long, red-ribbon.I’d heard every story, though none could prepare me for the sight of her. She’d set her book down, her body still draped over the divan. She was young, I realized, barely past her third decade. She wore a thin, silky sort of dress, the material clinging to a figure that had retained its dancer’s strength.Her feet were bare, and she stood in one smooth motion. Her smile was pleased as she glided towards me, her curves tight against the cloth of her dress.Dark, intelligent eyes watched me from above a long neck. It swept of gracefully from her tight chest, a golden chain disappearing into the space that divided it. I wondered what was hidden there, safe and out of sight. How warm the gold must be, cradled against the smoothness of her skin.The Empress smirked. I wrenched my eyes back to the floor, mortified. What in God’s name was I doing? My face burned, and I was opening my mouth to stammer an apology when the Empress spoke.“I did not say that you could look away, soldier.”“A thousand apologies, my Empress,” I said.I lifted my gaze back up to hers with some difficulty. Her eyes were wrinkled in a smile. The rest of her skin was smooth, a warm brown that was a only a few shades lighter than the thick, wavy tresses of hair that cascaded down past her shoulders.She’d stopped an arms-length from me, examining me in the same manner as her guard had a few minutes before. My flush deepened.“Am I making you uncomfortable?”“N, No, your Majesty,” I managed to say.“Good,” her smile widened. “Because I am impressed with you, stratiotai Leontius. And that is without taking into account your victory in my husband’s race. You fought in Persia, did you not?”“Ah, yes, your Majesty. I fought in general Belisarius’ army.”“Indeed,” she said. “You shared in his great victory at Dara, and in his defeat at Callinicum a bare few months ago.”I did not want to remember those battles, that campaign against the Sassanid Persians; neither the baking sun and trenches of Dara or how their cavalry had swept through us at Callinicum.“Yes, your Majesty,” was all I said.“I’ve spoken to many of your fellow soldiers, since Belisarius and his army have trickled back to the capital. You are well regarded by your comrades.”I ducked my head, “thank you, your Majesty.”“A thoughtful man, they all say. One serious about his duty. You had few friends amongst your cohort, yet all respected you.” The Empress continued. “You enlisted at sixteen years of age. You’ve served a decade already, and I believe that you would have served another one if you’d not caught my husband’s attention.”I nodded, ignoring the twist in my stomach.“An exemplary man,” she said. “In most things.”The Empress started to move, circling me. She made a little sound with her throat. “He’s quite handsome as well, is he not?”“I thought so too, Highness,” the emerald-eyed guardswoman said.“Lean,” the Empress continued. “A runner, obviously. Well-muscled, though his shoulders are a little too small. I’m not sure about the beard either, though the jaw beneath looks strong.”“I rather like it, Highness. It's just a dusting of whiskers, but it suits him nicely.”“Yes, well, you’ve always liked them rather savage, Helena. Your Rhodian blood, no doubt.”The other woman, Helena, grinned. “He’s Rhodian too, Highness.”The Empress sniffed. “Figures. I suspect that he will be as uncivilized as you are, then.”Her smile made light of her words, though I was still incredibly uncomfortable. I sweated beneath the attention of the two beautiful women. I kept my back ramrod straight, knowing that I’d be squirming like a virgin at a brothel if I let myself relax.“Now,” the Empress said. “Lie down. On your back.”The order confused me. But she was my Empress, and so I obeyed; lowering myself onto my back, the stone cool through the linen of my tunica.She smiled down at me. “Your obedience is commendable, soldier. And fear not, you’re down there for a reason.”Cloth rustled and sighed, her bare feet making no sound at all as she stepped around me. She was beside my chest now, her large, dark eyes twinkling as she kept her gaze on my face. Inexplicably, I felt my cheeks redden. I averted my gaze.“Look at me,” I heard her snap.My eyes, wide with sudden panic, flew back to her face. Her smile was gone, replaced by a downward twist of her lips.“Your, Your Majesty.” I stammered, frozen, like a rabbit beneath the eagle’s shadow. “Forgive me. Please, I didn’t,”Her smile returned, softening her features and a better companion to the sparkle that had never left her eyes."Shush,” she said. “There’s nothing to forgive.

Cleopatra would have blushed in this Empress' presence.Based on the work of Robyn Bee, In 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“I will die before I let them take the purple that robes me. For never will I see the day where those I meet do not call me Empress.”Leontius is stratiotai, a soldier of Rome's armies. He has lived a decade and more of war, staining his boots with the dirt of nations that have dared to raise their blades against the Empire. It's left him tired. So, when given a chance to step from the battlefield and into Constantinople's Imperial Palace, he takes it.Leontius enters the service of Empress Theodora, a woman unlike any other, who rose from the capital's meanest brothels to sit as co-ruler of the Mediterranean's mightiest Empire. But the city writhes in her grip. As embers of rebellion flare into conflagration, Leontius will find that there exists a life beyond what he has known. A path he sees reflected in the smile of a guardswoman with wild, cypress eyes.This is a story set in the Imperial court of the Byzantine Empire in the year 532 AD. It is the tale of a young soldier inducted into the guard of a very horny Empress.“Tell God that He made a mistake, dear father, when He only gave me three holes for pleasure.”I turned those words over in my head, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I swear, those words had nearly killed my mother when she’d first heard them. She was a tough, tight-lipped seamstress that could heave a bolt of satin over one shoulder with one hand, while she slapped a lesson into me with the other.“What sort of woman would say that?” She’d rail, before clapping her hands over my ears. “Close yourself off to such things,” she’d warn me. “They are not for folks like us.”Those were for the people of the capital, where the streets teemed with prostitutes and silk covered actresses. Not for the goodly, simple folk of Rhodos and my mother’s shop.Despite myself, I felt my lip quirk into a small smile. Of course, the capital was exactly where I was. I stood and kept my eyes lowered until I’d made my way to the nearest window. I stared out into the afternoon sun, breathing deeply of the summer air that was heavy with the scent of nearly half a million people. Constantinople, golden capital of the Eastern Roman, Byzantine Empire and center of the world.I was looking out over the Hippodrome’s track and out into the thousands of domes and roofs of the city. There was no city quite like it in all the world, and even now, a month after having arrived, I still often got lost in its crooked streets.I heard a polite cough behind me, and I turned to find one of the armored guards nodding to the seat I had just vacated. Evidently, I was supposed to wait there.I gritted my teeth, but obeyed. They were just doing their jobs. It wasn’t their fault that I was nearly twitching with restless energy.I adjusted myself on the chair, shifting around in vain to try and find a comfortable position. In all fairness, my discomfort wasn’t the furniture’s fault either. This was, without a doubt, the finest chair I’d ever sat it. Its cushion was thick, held up by four intricately carved legs of scented wood.The rest of the small antechamber was just as luxurious. Everywhere I looked, I saw gold and marble and fine pottery. Even the large door, so diligently guarded by the two armored Excubitors, was carved and inlaid with gold.What in God’s name was I doing here? I was a soldier; my hands calloused by the sword. I was stratiotai, an infantry man. My place was in the shield wall, my sandals stained with the dirt of kingdoms that dared raise their blades against Rome.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.I heard the muffled sound from behind the guarded door. It made me think back to my mother, to those words that she’d so hated to hear.“Three holes for pleasure,” I murmured to myself.I coughed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I shifted again on this damnable chair. What would my mother think if she could see me now? Her only son, her soldier, her little lion; invited to the Imperial Palace.I think that those words would be the first thing she thought of. I think that she would once again clap her hands to my ears so that I would hear no more from the woman that had so famously uttered them.This woman; she who’d been crowned Augusta. A woman who’d come from the flea ridden pallets of the city’s meanest brothel and had risen to command the wealth of half the world. A woman upon who’s words rested the fate of millions. The most powerful woman on earth; co-ruler of the Mediterranean’s mightiest empire and who’s beauty and ruthless intelligence were already being woven into legend.Theodora; Empress of Rome. The woman that I was to meet.The door guarded by the two Imperial Guards suddenly swung open. I leapt to my feet, my spine snapping into a salute.“Ouch,” I heard a woman laugh. “What do you think boys, is his back is straight enough?”The two Excubitors chuckled. I blinked, and found myself facing not the Empress, but a woman in the armor of a guard. The breastplate she wore was of plain, functional steel. She carried with her a heavy, iron-rimmed shield with a short-sword and dagger strapped to the belt at her waist.This was a stratiotai’s kit, standard issue amongst the Emperor’s legions. It was the twin of the one I’d worn nearly every day since my sixteenth birthday; right down to the helmet she held in the crook of her arm.She moved towards me, her hobnailed boots loud against the marble floor. My mind was blank and only a decade’s worth of military discipline kept my mouth from gaping open like the world’s largest fish.Woman weren’t soldiers. They couldn’t be soldiers.A woman’s place was married, tending to a home or shop or farm. From crib to hearth to crib to grave; my mother would say while pinching my cheek. A good woman could be happy nowhere else, she’d insisted.And yet, here one was, grinning at me with her emerald eyes.“Loosen up,” she said. “My back hurts just looking at you.”I obeyed the note of easy command in her voice, staring up and over her left shoulder as I would any Centurion.It was easier than trying to work through my confusion.I felt her eyes on me, taking note of the muscles beneath my light tunica. She swept her eyes down my arms and made an approved sound when she saw the callouses on my open palms. I felt her take note of my scars next, her eyes lingering on each one.My face flushed, my heart beating faster.I wasn’t used to being around women, at least not ones that I hadn’t paid for their company. They were hard to find in a legions camp. This guardswoman was strong, confident, and my awkwardness wasn’t helped by the fact that she was intensely beautiful.Her bright green eyes were the most striking, though it was far from the only thing that made her a rarity. Her hair was held back at her forehead by a band of cloth; a wave of copper-colored hair that curled down to her shoulders. And though her skin was bronzed by the summer sun, she had the sort of complexion that was rare to find in the capital since the loss of the Empire’s western provinces.“So, you’re the one who won the foot-race,” she said. “Leontius, right? I watched you come into the Hippodrome. You’ve got good form.”Was she a runner too? Judging from the lean muscles of her arms and legs, she very well could be. And why the hell not? Apparently, women could be soldiers here, why couldn’t they run naked with the rest of us in the athletic events?I heard the rising voice of my mother’s outrage in my head, but I pushed it and all my swirling confusion to the side. I was a soldier, and I knew how to deal with the dangers of the present before I worried about the future. And right now, the danger was that I’d been staring at this guard’s shapely thighs during a long moment of still stretching silence.“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, my face suddenly burning. “Thank you, sir!” I coughed again, “ma'am”She laughed; eyes sparkling. She had a deep, full-bellied laugh; one that thrummed through my chest and made my toes tingle.“Sir is fine,” she said. “For now. I know that you legion boys have a hard time with change.” She winked.“Ah, yes sir,” I swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”“Alright, then. Are you ready to meet your Empress?”“Yes, sir!” I said, snapping off another salute.She smirked, and led me through the open door and into the short hallway beyond. I followed her towards the door at the other end.“You won the Emperor’s foot-race,” she said. “And you’re a soldier; that means that the Emperor has granted you the chance to join the Empress’ Guard.”“Yes, sir.”I tried not to remember that race. I love to run, but that had been brutal. I’d run for almost an entire day, hammered by the summer sun, racing against the thousand others that had decided to sign up.But I’d won, and the Emperor, Justinian himself, had come down from the Imperial box to put the laurel upon my head. I don’t remember much of that day, though I’m sure that beneath the pain and intense dehydration I’d been proud. I had to have been.The guardswoman glanced over her shoulder at me. “It's just a chance; an interview. Remember that. The Empress has the final say.”My face must have flickered, because she spoke again. “You have a question, soldier?”“No, sir.”“Yes, you do,” she said. “Spit it out.”“Sorry, sir, it's just that I thought that it was the Emperor that chose his Excubitors.”Her lip quirked. “We’re not Excubitors. They guard the whole palace, and the Emperor, sure. Our duties are to the Empress, nobody else. That clear?”“Yes, sir!” I said, though of course, her answer had just raised a hundred more questions in me. “Clear as the giant’s foot.”I immediately cringed as the words slipped out. Now wasn’t the time for a damned joke! But to my relief, she laughed once again.“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”We were at hallway’s only other door now, the one that presumably opened into the Empress’ chambers. She turned to regard me with an expression that made the heat rise to behind my neck.“Sorry, sir!” I said. “It's an expression from my home. God as my witness, I meant no offense.”“Your home,” she said. “Rhodes, right?”“I,” I blinked. "Yes, sir.”She grinned. “I knew that there was a reason I liked you. I’m from Lindos, on the eastern side of the island.”“Yes, sir. I know it.”I shoved that information into the same corner of my mind as my now screaming mother. I had family in Lindos, had visited it as a boy. To find out that we may have crossed paths once before was just too much.“I’m from Rhodos,” I said instead. “The city. Though I haven’t been back since I joined the legions.”“It’s been a long time for me as well,” she said.She reached for the ornate handle, pausing to look back at me.“A word of advice,” she said. “The Empress will not be what you expect. Obey her, and remember that while you’re in that room, you’re as responsible for her life as I am.”Without giving me a chance to respond, the armored woman threw open the door and marched me into Empress Theodora’s private chambers.Her sitting room was large, airy, kept cool by an open balcony and several wide windows. The walls were of stone, festooned with tapestry, art and the many other sort of golden things that the rich liked to collect. Beautifully carved wooden chairs, couches and divans were spread throughout the space.And lounging on one, a book held delicately in one hand; was the Empress Theodora.“Highness,” the guardswoman said. “Here’s the man that won the Emperor’s Race.”“Your Majesty,” I said. I dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes on the stone floor. “It would be an honor to serve you.”“Would it, now?” I heard her say in a voice that was tinged with a smile. “Stand up, solider. Let me get a good look at you.”I obeyed, keeping my eyes downcast. I heard the rustle of fabric.“How do you expect to guard me if you’re always looking at the floor?”I flushed, feeling the heat crawl up my neck. I hurriedly looked up, and I swear that for several long heartbeats, I couldn’t breathe.The beauty of the Emperor’s wife was spoken of everywhere her name was known. I had heard her described a thousand different ways; heard a hundred different versions of how she’d come to be named Augusta.Born on faraway Cyprus, she’d come to Constantinople as a child. Her father had trained bears for the circus, and when he’d died, her family had been doomed to the worst sort of poverty. She’d survived as many a young woman had; by trading her body for a roof and something to eat.She’d worked at a brothel, and later as an actress, which many said were the same sort of profession. Constantinople’s taverns were full of men who’d claim to have known her then. They’d wax about the times they’d had her, for one night or many. Others would reminisce about her time on stage, their eyes faraway as they’d recount the day they’d seen her dance clothed in nothing but a long, red-ribbon.I’d heard every story, though none could prepare me for the sight of her. She’d set her book down, her body still draped over the divan. She was young, I realized, barely past her third decade. She wore a thin, silky sort of dress, the material clinging to a figure that had retained its dancer’s strength.Her feet were bare, and she stood in one smooth motion. Her smile was pleased as she glided towards me, her curves tight against the cloth of her dress.Dark, intelligent eyes watched me from above a long neck. It swept of gracefully from her tight chest, a golden chain disappearing into the space that divided it. I wondered what was hidden there, safe and out of sight. How warm the gold must be, cradled against the smoothness of her skin.The Empress smirked. I wrenched my eyes back to the floor, mortified. What in God’s name was I doing? My face burned, and I was opening my mouth to stammer an apology when the Empress spoke.“I did not say that you could look away, soldier.”“A thousand apologies, my Empress,” I said.I lifted my gaze back up to hers with some difficulty. Her eyes were wrinkled in a smile. The rest of her skin was smooth, a warm brown that was a only a few shades lighter than the thick, wavy tresses of hair that cascaded down past her shoulders.She’d stopped an arms-length from me, examining me in the same manner as her guard had a few minutes before. My flush deepened.“Am I making you uncomfortable?”“N, No, your Majesty,” I managed to say.“Good,” her smile widened. “Because I am impressed with you, stratiotai Leontius. And that is without taking into account your victory in my husband’s race. You fought in Persia, did you not?”“Ah, yes, your Majesty. I fought in general Belisarius’ army.”“Indeed,” she said. “You shared in his great victory at Dara, and in his defeat at Callinicum a bare few months ago.”I did not want to remember those battles, that campaign against the Sassanid Persians; neither the baking sun and trenches of Dara or how their cavalry had swept through us at Callinicum.“Yes, your Majesty,” was all I said.“I’ve spoken to many of your fellow soldiers, since Belisarius and his army have trickled back to the capital. You are well regarded by your comrades.”I ducked my head, “thank you, your Majesty.”“A thoughtful man, they all say. One serious about his duty. You had few friends amongst your cohort, yet all respected you.” The Empress continued. “You enlisted at sixteen years of age. You’ve served a decade already, and I believe that you would have served another one if you’d not caught my husband’s attention.”I nodded, ignoring the twist in my stomach.“An exemplary man,” she said. “In most things.”The Empress started to move, circling me. She made a little sound with her throat. “He’s quite handsome as well, is he not?”“I thought so too, Highness,” the emerald-eyed guardswoman said.“Lean,” the Empress continued. “A runner, obviously. Well-muscled, though his shoulders are a little too small. I’m not sure about the beard either, though the jaw beneath looks strong.”“I rather like it, Highness. It's just a dusting of whiskers, but it suits him nicely.”“Yes, well, you’ve always liked them rather savage, Helena. Your Rhodian blood, no doubt.”The other woman, Helena, grinned. “He’s Rhodian too, Highness.”The Empress sniffed. “Figures. I suspect that he will be as uncivilized as you are, then.”Her smile made light of her words, though I was still incredibly uncomfortable. I sweated beneath the attention of the two beautiful women. I kept my back ramrod straight, knowing that I’d be squirming like a virgin at a brothel if I let myself relax.“Now,” the Empress said. “Lie down. On your back.”The order confused me. But she was my Empress, and so I obeyed; lowering myself onto my back, the stone cool through the linen of my tunica.She smiled down at me. “Your obedience is commendable, soldier. And fear not, you’re down there for a reason.”Cloth rustled and sighed, her bare feet making no sound at all as she stepped around me. She was beside my chest now, her large, dark eyes twinkling as she kept her gaze on my face. Inexplicably, I felt my cheeks redden. I averted my gaze.“Look at me,” I heard her snap.My eyes, wide with sudden panic, flew back to her face. Her smile was gone, replaced by a downward twist of her lips.“Your, Your Majesty.” I stammered, frozen, like a rabbit beneath the eagle’s shadow. “Forgive me. Please, I didn’t,”Her smile returned, softening her features and a better companion to the sparkle that had never left her eyes."Shush,” she said. “There’s nothing to forgive.

Com uma cerimônia memorável, a Olimpíada de Paris se encerrou no domingo (11), sendo aclamada como o evento esportivo mais espetacular de todos os tempos. Quebra de recordes, um desempenho inédito da França, sucesso das mulheres brasileiras, cenários de tirar o fôlego, polêmicas e muitos memes: os Jogos Olímpicos de Paris serão lembrados por uma série de façanhas e fatos.  Daniella Franco, da RFITudo começou com uma cerimônia de abertura grandiosa, com duração de três horas e meia – a primeira em toda a história das Olimpíadas realizada fora de um estádio, com o rio Sena e monumentos como pano de fundo. A festa também foi marcada pela performance de grandes estrelas, como a cantora canadense Céline Dion, que, depois de muito suspense e especulações, interpretou “L'Hymne à L'Amour”, de Edith Piaf, na Torre Eiffel. A abertura dos Jogos Olímpicos de Paris deu o que falar pela beleza, mas também pela ousadia, já que uma das cenas do evento, confundida com a Santa Ceia, suscitou críticas de autoridades religiosas e líderes políticos conservadores em todo o mundo. Artistas e o diretor da cerimônia, Thomas Jolly, chegaram a ser alvo de ameaças de morte. Jolly precisou ir a público explicar que a passagem específica do evento nada tinha a ver com religião, e que teria sido inspirada na pintura “Festa dos Deuses”, obra criada no século 17 pelo holandês Jan Harmens Bilert. "Ninguém jamais encontrará no meu trabalho uma vontade de zombar ou de difamar. Eu quis fazer uma cerimônia para unir e também para reafirmar os valores da República Francesa - Liberdade, Igualdade, Fraternidade - e não para rir de quem quer que seja", afirmou, em entrevista ao canal BFMTV.Polêmicas envolvendo atletasAlgumas polêmicas também envolveram a participação de atletas nos Jogos Olímpicos de Paris. É o caso do jogador holandês de vôlei de praia, Steven van de Velde, condenado por estupro de menor de idade. Ele chegou a ser vaiado na quadra, inclusive pelo público brasileiro, na partida em que ele e seu colega de dupla, Matthew Immers, foram eliminados por Evandro e Arthur nas quartas de final. Já a boxeadora argelina Imane Khelif enfrentou boatos de que seria transgênero. A esportista, que tem hiperandrogenismo, viu sua participação nas competições femininas de Paris 2024 ser contestada. O caso chocou a Argélia, onde Khelif é um ícone. O Comitê Olímpico Internacional defendeu a atleta, que fez um apelo ao público antes de vencer a chinesa Yang Liu e conquistar o ouro na categoria - 66 kg."Envio essa mensagem a todas as pessoas no mundo, para aceitarem as regras e princípios olímpicos e pararem de atacar os atletas porque isso tem consequências, consequências graves", declarou em entrevista à agência American Press. "Esses ataques podem destruir as pessoas, espiritual e mentalmente. E isso divide as pessoas. Por isso, peço que parem com o bullying", disse Khelif.Outra polêmica ocorreu devido à quebra de recorde protagonizada pelo nadador chinês Pan Zhanle, que no dia 31 de julho cravou o tempo de 46:40 na final dos 100 metros do nado livre - um segundo a frente do australiano Kyle Chalmers, que levou a prata. Uma façanha como essa na natação não era vista há cerca de 50 anos, o que levou muitos especialistas a insinuarem a possibilidade de doping, não confirmada nos exames. Quebras de recordesA nadadora canadense prodígio Summer McIntosh, de apenas 17 anos, conquistou três ouros e uma prata nesta edição dos Jogos. Ela ainda registrou um novo tempo nos 200 metros borboleta (2:03:03). A jovem é vista como um dos grandes talentos de Paris 2024, três anos após sua estreia em Tóquio, quando tinha apenas 14 anos.No ciclismo de pista feminino, o recorde de velocidade foi batido cinco vezes em uma única noite, pela Grã-Bretanha, Alemanha, Nova Zelândia e depois duas outras vezes novamente pelas britânicas. Foram elas que levaram o ouro ao chegar à marca final de 45:186. O sueco Armand Duplantis emocionou o Stade de France com seu desempenho no salto com vara, alcançando 6,25 metros. Essa foi a nona vez que o atleta quebrou seu próprio recorde."Estou muito orgulhoso, definitivamente. Recebi mais amor e apoio do que poderia imaginar. Estou tão feliz que pude performar de uma maneira que eu sabia que era capaz. É mais incrível do que eu poderia imaginar, honestamente", declarou. Sucesso nas redes sociais Embora não tenha obtido o mesmo sucesso na competição, o atleta francês Anthony Ammirati viralizou nas redes sociais. Sua eliminação passaria despercebida não fosse sua genitália ter derrubado o sarrafo durante a disputa. Uma plataforma de conteúdo erótico chegou a propor o pagamento de € 250 mil para que o francês posasse diante de suas câmeras por uma hora. Em seu TikTok, Ammirati postou um vídeo em que aparece comendo, com o olhar distante, ao som da trilha sonora do desenho animado Bob Esponja e a seguinte mensagem: "quando você chama mais a atenção por sua genitália que por sua performance".Quem também viralizou nas redes sociais durante os Jogos Olímpicos de Paris foi Snoop Dogg, que se tornou um verdadeiro "mascote do evento". O rapper americano, que participou do revezamento da tocha olímpica, veio a Paris também como comentarista esportivo do canal NBC. Mas não apenas: a estrela experimentou vários esportes - judô, natação, esgrima e halterofilismo. Além disso, vídeos em que o músico aparece falando em francês e até dançando com um cavalo, em Versalhes, divertiram o público.Novas estrelas no mundo do esporteOs Jogos Olímpicos de Paris também entrarão para a história com a ascensão de novos ídolos do esporte. É o caso do nadador francês Léon Marchand, de 22 anos, que se tornou um herói na França ao conquistar cinco medalhas, quatro de ouro e uma de bronze. A RFI conversou com o jovem no estúdio instalado no Club France, espaço do Comitê Olímpico Francês no Parque de la Villette, norte de Paris. "Tenho consciência das minhas conquistas porque as pessoas não param de me perguntar sobre isso. Mas acho que, no fundo, ainda não me dei conta. Vai demorar um pouco, preciso de tempo. Os últimos dias foram muito intensos para mim. Então agora estou começando a voltar à realidade e a compreender o que aconteceu nesses últimos dias. E é uma coisa louca, na verdade", afirmou. O Brasil também fez história em Paris, com várias conquistas. Rebeca Andrade conquistou o primeiro ouro do país na ginástica artística e se tornou a maior medalhista brasileira de todos os tempos: foram quatro pódios apenas nessa Olimpíada, que se somam aos dois realizados em Tóquio. A ginasta de 25 anos conversou com a repórter Maria Paula Carvalho, da RFI, logo após obter o ouro na Arena Bercy e expressou orgulho com sua performance. "Estou muito feliz de estar voltando para o Brasil com o ouro. Os brasileiros mereciam muito! E eu queria muito também, sabe? Eu lutei muito e fiz o meu melhor" celebrou. Sucesso das brasileiras As mulheres brasileiras foram, pela primeira vez, mais numerosas que os homens na delegação nacional: 153 esportistas do sexo feminino contra 124 do masculino. Foram elas também que conquistaram a maioria das medalhas. Além de Rebeca Andrade, subiram no pódio Beatriz Souza e Larissa Pimenta no judô, Tatiana Weston-Webb no surfe, Rayssa Leal no skate street, Bia Ferreira no boxe, além da medalha por equipe da ginástica feminina, do vôlei de quadra, do vôlei de praia, com Ana Patrícia e Duda, e da equipe do futebol feminino, com essa foi a última Olimpíada de Marta. É também uma atleta mulher, a primeira representante do Brasil a disputar uma mesma edição dos Jogos Olímpicos e Paralímpicos, a mesatenista Bruna Alexandre, que avaliou as atletas nacionais. "É algo de muita alegria para o nosso país, ver que a mulher é forte e capaz. Quem sabe em Los Angeles, em 2028, tenha o dobro ou o triplo de esportistas mulheres", disse, em entrevista à RFI.O Brasil também subiu no pódio com William Lima e a equipe mista, no judô; Isaquias Queiroz, na canoagem; Gabriel Medina, no surfe; Augusto Akio, no skate park; Edival Pontes no taekwondo; e Caio Bonfim, na marcha atlética.Os brasileiros também marcaram presença em Paris, colorindo a torcida de verde e amarelo e fazendo muita festa nas arquibancadas e ruas da capital francesa. A gaúcha Roberta Calabro, radicada em Barcelona, veio à Paris assistir a algumas competições. Em entrevista à RFI, ela contou que a experiência foi tão positiva que resolveu prolongar a visita e ir até Marselha, no sul da França, ver a seleção feminina de futebol do Brasil enfrentar e bater a Espanha. "Participar das Olimpíadas sempre foi um sonho para mim, e essa em Paris, uma cidade que eu sempre amei, vai ficar marcada para sempre. Eu assisti a cinco jogos no total e eu fiquei impressionada com a organização. Foi incrível!", comemora.Paris se prepara para Jogos ParalímpicosNa noite de domingo (11), a França se despediu dos Jogos, mas temporariamente. A chama olímpica, exposta em um balão no Jardim das Tulherias, no centro de Paris, se apagou na noite de domingo, durante a cerimônia de encerramento. Mas ela voltará a ser acesa em 28 de agosto, quando iniciam os Jogos Paralímpicos. Enquanto isso, as autoridades francesas cogitam em transformar a escultura de 30 metros de altura e sete de diâmetro em um monumento, como uma lembrança física e permanente dos Jogos Olímpicos de Paris. Leia tambémEm contagem regressiva para Jogos Paralímpicos, atletas brasileiros embarcam rumo a Paris

Salvo que suceda una gran sorpresa, echamos el cierre a este curso de la NBA. Y esto nos pone tiernos, como Sacramento Kings con la incorporación de DeMar DeRozan. A los Spurs llega Harrison Barnes, que puede sonar bien para mejorar lo que tiene San Antonio, pero no es suficiente para que el proyecto deje de tankear y le permita competir de verdad a Wembanyama. Tenemos un gran verano por delante con los Juegos Olímpicos y un tiempo de reflexión para volver en septiembre con una nueva e ilusionante temporada.

Bom dia, cinéfilos!Continuando o nosso mês de homenagem ao Cinema Brasileiro, o João Neto convidou o Tiago e o Jonathan para conversarem sobre o diretor Beto Brant, em especial, dois de seus filmes: "Os Matadores", de 1997 e "Eu Receberia as Piores Notícias de Seus Lindos Lábios" de 2011.Leia a crítica de Carlos Alberto Mattos sobre o filme "Eu Receberia as Piores Notícias de Seus Lindos Lábios": https://criticos.com.br/?p=2331&cat=1e a de Robledo Milani: https://www.papodecinema.com.br/filmes/eu-receberia-as-piores-noticias-dos-seus-lindos-labios/Siga o João Neto no Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_joao_neto_/no Letterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/joaoneto93/e no twitter: https://twitter.com/Joao_Neto93Siga a página do Cineratus no instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cineratus/e no tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@cineratus Siga o Jonathan no twitter: https://twitter.com/hanekawaifu

Este é um podcast criado por nós para a partilha e discussão de caminhos, perspectivas, escolhas! Um espaço sem tabus, nem preconceitos. Concebido no feminino para a reflexão e empoderamento. Nesta temporada lançamos uma nova rubrica, os Especialistas do Nada, um espaço onde os nossos convidados partilham as suas experiências pessoais. Neste episódio recebemos a Isabel Gama e falamos sobre a forma como a opinião dos outros se pode confundir com humilhação, influenciando o nosso bem-estar e condicionando a imagem que construímos de nós.   Venham connosco!

En 2013, se realizó un encuentro de De Costa a Costa en la ciudad de Paraná, capital de la provincia de Entre Ríos. Un julio de invierno al abrigo del sol entrerriano que tanto caracteriza a las siestas de nuestro pago alumbró el encuentro y la ronda poética con Juan Manuel Alfaro, poeta nuestro, que tanto quisimos. "Sembrador de luz" fue el título que tomamos de la payadora argentina Marta Suint, que así lo despidió en las redes sociales. Gracias Marta por permitirnos homenajear a Alfaro con tu pluma. En crudo, dejamos su exposición sobre un libro que acababa de editar: "El canto entero de Marcelino Román", otro poeta referente, del cual Juan Manuel sentía profunda admiración y lo pudo inmortalizar en un gran trabajo que recorre su vida y su obra. En este podcast compartimos la palabra no solo de Alfaro, sino también la de Jorge Méndez, su esposa Julia, algunas preguntas de Maru Figueroa y otros y otras amigas del Movimiento De Costa a Costa. Juan Manuel recitó La Piedra Azul y Susana Ratcliff nos regaló una super versión. Como cierre, Guille Lugrin en canto y Juan Martín Caraballo, coronaron la tarde cantando obras que llevan la poesía de Marcelino Román y música del Polo Martínez. Lindos encuentros que volvemos a pasar por el corazón, el oído y el alma para agradecerle todo lo que nos enseñó y todo lo que nos dejó Juan Manuel Alfaro. La cortina identificatoria del programa pertenece a la pianista Silvia Teijeira y se titula: "Para recordar" de su disco "Bien florido. Puro litoral" (¡Gracias Silvia por acompañarnos y distinguirnos con tu arte!) Producción y conducción: Eduardo Scevola y Diego Vázquez Comisarenco Correo electrónico: paisentrerrianoradio@gmail.com

Quem é o maior Brucutu de todos os tempos do cinema???  Brucutus - um gênero de atores que teve um período áureo no cinema, tomado de trembolona, tiros, suor, muitos músculos definidos, homens gostosos sem camisa e testosterona pulsando na tela para alegrar os machos mais convictos. Nós crescemos assistindo atores parrudos e seus filmes fodas, e é sobre ele que nós vamos falar aqui hoje, além de investigarmos se o mundo cansou desse tema e se haveria espaço no século 21 para o retorno desse cinema que tanto amamos, e também responder a questã fundamental: Stalone ou Schwarzenegger, quem merece o prêmio Brad Pitt de maior Brucutu do cinema? Achou que a gente esqueceu de alguém?? Então entra agora no nosso grupo de Telegram clicando aqui e diz pra gente quem faltou.Entra também lá no nosso Instagram, por que não?? Nesse episódio: O que caracteriza um brucutu? Van Damme se qualifica? A maior cena de todos os tempos; Pouco letramento em Charles Bronson; Um motorista pistoleiro; Lindos demais pra temer; Nomes de má vontade; Onde três fracos não têm vez; Psicopata vale? Burt Gummer vs Peewee Herman; Bastardos vêm em trios; Helicópteros pra baixo, tanques pra cima; Brucutus pra vida; Keanu Reeves e os brucutinhos; Porradeiros a serviço da rainha; Adam Sandler, de ator a mal elemento; Quantas bolachas têm num pacote; Número definido de socos; O mistério nem tão misterioso de minha mãe; E as brucutuas? O Drácula é um 007 do mundo místico? Um brabo brasileiro; Metralhadora na perna; Uma índia e o poder da ciência; Zerando a contagem de costelas; Um machão grávido antes disso ser modinha; T800 contra a sky gato; Inominável: o verdadeiro Brucutu Brasileiro; ...e muito mas muito mais!!! Host: Scheid, o CEO. Bancada: Farinhaki, Punk Willians, Meu Irmão Michell, Atleta de Cristo e General Maciel.

La novedosa propuesta de Lameseta, un nuevo dúo castellano leonés que lleva el charro a lo tecno, nos hace repasar algunos de los otros dúos y grupos que ya han juntado la tradición a la electrónica. Casapalma, L+R y Maut completan la primera parte de una Tarataña muy folktrónica. Revivimos después el Carnaval de algunos pueblos de Madrid y seguimos desgranando “Ánfora”, el disco de Clara Campos que empezamos a disfrutar ayer.Esta es la lista de las canciones para un domingo tecno y tradicional a la vez:1.- Delameseta, “Lindos colores” 4:102.- Casapalma, “Aunque tú no me quieras” 2:403.- L+R, “Son de Piedrafita” 2:464.- Maut, “Las avecillas” 4:40, “Ya raya l’alba” 5:43 y “Dansa de les Malignes” 4:555.- Víctor Romero Corcovado, “Ronda de carnaval” 2:196.- Jorge Moreno, “El tiempo fuera del tiempo” 3:037.- Arrabel, “Canto de Carnaval” 1:518.- Clara Campos, “Amygdalaki mou” 4:36, “Thalassa lipissu” 4:23 y “Com que voz” 6:26Escuchar audio

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FORT SOLIS é o primeiro jogo do estúdio FALLEN LEAF, que se destaca logo de cara por seus gráficos incríveis, além de trazer ROGER CLARK e TROY BAKER para o elenco do game. Mas infelizmente um jogo não pode depender apenas disso, e é isso que discutimos nesse vídeo. Convite pro nosso discord:   / discord  

Lindos versículos para meditarmos sobre o natal!

El panorama pinta mal, mal, mal... por suerte tenemos teorías temporales y un Vegeta sexy bajo la lluvia para entretenernos!

@ChristianNodal habla de todo en esta #entrevista imperdible de #tumusicahoy #nodal

Faz um ano que o casal Sensual Black esteve no PodTrocar! Atualmente Amanda e Renato apresentam o SensualCast, um podcast adulto de peso no X com mais de 20 milhões de vizualizações. Lindos, simpáticos e extremamente sensuais, vão te contar que o meio liberal não é esse mundo mágico que as pessoas imaginam, e que desafios acontecem para todo casal. O que houve com eles no período de afastamento, o que mudou nesse um ano e como está sendo lidar com todos os desafios desse período. Transmitido ao vivo em 31 de jul. de 2023 (Esse episódio aconteceu antes da separação do Casal) Nosso conteúdo em https://www.camilavoluptas.com/ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/podtrocar/message

Lindos vinos de bodegas y viñedos Luis Felipe Edwards en Chile que consigues en #PuertoRico con Pan American Wine. #Chile #vino #cabernet #vinorosado #vinoblanco #vinotinto #colchagua

Ojos lindos --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/freebsd/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/freebsd/support

Welcome back to my chat with Archaeologist Ilona Bartsch as we complete our three part series about her amazing trip to Greece. This time Ilona ventures to the islands. First up is Mykonos, mostly to visit the sacred island of Delos, before moving on to Santorini, Crete, Rhodes and Naxos. We discuss the many, many incredible wonders on these islands including a number of places steeped in Mythology, the construction of ancient cities and what life was like for these ancient civilizations as well as some modern history too. You can find destination guides for all of these places on the website as well specific guides to Delos, Akrotiri, Lindos  and more.  

¡Los alemanes son los campeones de las mascotas! La reportera de Euromaxx y amante de los animales Hannah Hummel nos cuenta detalles sobre la relación entre los alemanes y sus mascotas. ¿Cuál es el animal más popular?

¡Porque ustedes lo pidieron! estamos de vuelta después de un largo tiempo de ausencia, ¡Feliz 2023! tenemos nuevo episodio, con un nuevo comienzo del podcast Farid y Diego. Retomamos el análisis de canciones con esta canción de gran popularidad en estos momentos: Ojitos lindos, de @BadBunnyPR Esperamos que lo disfruten y lo compartan, pues estamos de regreso con nuevos episodios, así que cuéntale a tus amigos, comenta y dinos qué canción te gustaría que analizáramos. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Un estudio dice que las alumnas bonitas bajaron de calificaciones cuando hicieron las clases virtuales, ¿será porque tenían privilegios con los profesores por ser lindas? Además, eres de los que prefieren una pareja linda pero bruta o lista pero feo.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Richie junto a Niki, Cornier y Aida se sienta hablar unos temas bastante controversiales. Estos temas que son; opinar del físico ajeno, querer opinar sobre todo, el criticar los gustos ajenos, entre otros. Me atrevo a decir que este a sido uno de los episodios con mas temas controversiales que se a grabado en hablemos sin gritar sin faltar que Richie con sus preguntas incomodas no se queda atrás.. les recomiendo que lo escuchen hasta el final, no se arrepentirán

Today we're speaking with a renowned travel writer about the Greek island of Rhodes which is just starting to enter it's quieter low season months of September, October and November. Rebecca Hall loves Greece. Not only does she eat, sleep and drink Greece, but she has now lived in Greece for many years. And, as a testament to her knowledge of Greece and indeed Rhodes, Rebecca writes the guides for some of the world's leading travel publications including The Rough Guides and Lonely Planet among many others. So, join myself and Rebecca and let's discover why Rhodes is the perfect low season getaway this autumn… -------- Have you been to Rhodes during the low season months?  Would you like to share your experiences, tips and tricks with the low season travelling community?  If so, drop us a line at editor@lowseasontraveller.com and perhaps we can feature your story in the next edition of Low Season Traveller magazine. And if, youd like to learn more about the many wonderful experiences you can have in Rhodes during the quieter low season months, then you can read our guide to the low season in Rhodes. But until then, please do check out our pages on Facebook and Instagram so you can see for yourself what the low season experience is like around the world.  

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CASO SASHIRA CAMILLY - ACONTECEU ENTRE OS DIAS 15 E 16/09/2021 - VITÓRIA DA CONQUISTA, BAHIA - Sashira Camilly e Rafael Souza eram namorados desde que ela era adolescente e ele ainda um jovem adulto. Vendo de longe e pelo filtro do Instagram, o casal parecia à beira da perfeição. Lindos, de famílias sem problemas financeiros nem emocionais, estudantes de engenharia em boa faculdade no Nordeste, o destino parecia ter encomendado um futuro tranquilo para os dois. Mas um crime selou de forma trágica a vida deles. Confira a entrevista completa da delegada do caso com todos os detalhes da investigação. #Investigacao #Crime #Relacionamento Não deixe de conferir esse e outros conteúdos no nosso canal Operação Policial, no Youtube (www.youtube.com/OPOperacaoPolicial).

1 I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix) I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix) Mike Posner Summer Anthems [Explicit] HD 03:17 2 More Than You Know More Than You Know Axwell / Ingrosso More Than You Know HD 03:23 3 Tuesday (feat. Danelle Sandoval) Tuesday (feat. Danelle Sandoval) E Burak Yeter feat. Danelle Sandoval Tuesday (feat. Danelle Sandoval) HD 04:01 4 Sugar (feat. Francesco Yates) Sugar (feat. Francesco Yates) Robin Schulz feat. Francesco Yates Sugar HD 03:39 5 Break Free [feat. Zedd] Break Free [feat. Zedd] Ariana Grande feat. Zedd My Everything (Deluxe) HD 03:35 6 Blame Blame Calvin Harris feat. John Newman Motion [Explicit] HD 03:33 7 Be Mine Be Mine Ofenbach Be Mine HD 02:41 8 Till The Sky Falls Down Till The Sky Falls Down Dash Berlin Trance Anthems Top 60 HD 03:50 9 OK (feat. James Blunt) OK (feat. James Blunt) Robin Schulz feat. James Blunt Uncovered HD 03:10 10 Sweet Nothing Sweet Nothing Calvin Harris feat. Florence Welch 18 Months [Explicit] HD 03:32 11 Ain't Nobody (Loves Me Better) [feat. Jasmine Thompson] Ain't Nobody (Loves Me Better) [feat. Jasmine Thompson] Felix Jaehn feat. Jasmine Thompson Ain't Nobody (Loves Me Better) HD 03:05 12 Post Malone (feat. RANI) Post Malone (feat. RANI) Sam Feldt feat. RANI Magnets EP [Explicit] HD 02:54 13 Came Here for Love Came Here for Love Sigala & Ella Eyre Came Here for Love HD 03:23 14 Better When You're Gone Better When You're Gone David Guetta, Brooks & Loote Better When You're Gone HD 03:12 Calma (Remix) Calma (Remix) Pedro Capó & Farruko Pareja Del Año Pareja Del Año Sebastián Yatra & Myke Towers Bones Bones Imagine Dragons Robarte un Beso Robarte un Beso Carlos Vives & Sebastián Yatra Ya Me Enteré Ya Me Enteré Reik Miénteme Miénteme TINI & Maria Becerra Easy On Me Easy On Me Adele Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) Post Malone & Swae Lee Botella Tras Botella Botella Tras Botella Gera MX & Christian Nodal El Ultimo Adiós (Varios Artistas Version) El Ultimo Adiós (Varios Artistas Version) Ricky Martin, Anitta, Chayanne, Josè Feliciano, Ricardo Montaner, Luis Fonsi, Yuri, Alejandro Sanz, Thalia, Juan Luis Guerra, Marco Antonio Solís, Christina Aguilera, Ana Barbara, Celia Cruz, Gloria Estefan, Carlos Vives, Olga Tañón, Gian Marco, Melina Leon, La Ley, Lucía Méndez, Gilberto Santa Rosa, José Luis Rodríguez, Ana Gabriel, Jaci Velasquez, Giselle, Miguel Bosé, Jorge Hernandez, Jon Secada, Alejandro Fernández, Wilkins, Limi-t XXI, Los Tigres Del Norte, Paulina Rubio, Jennifer Lopez, Alicia Villareal, Carlos Ponce, Alberto "Beto" Zapata, Emmanuel, Shakira & José José Tiago PZK: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 48 Tiago PZK: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 48 Bizarrap & Tiago PZK Yo No Sé Mañana Yo No Sé Mañana Luis Enrique Vivir Mi Vida Vivir Mi Vida Marc Anthony Amor De Una Noche Amor De Una Noche Ryan Castro Reggaetonea [Explicit] HD 03:29 2 LOKERA LOKERA E Rauw Alejandro, Lyanno & Brray LOKERA HD 03:15 3 DESPECHÁ DESPECHÁ E ROSALÍA DESPECHÁ HD 02:37 4 Hola Hola E Tokischa & Eladio Carrion Hola [Explicit] HD 02:47 5 Ese K Ese K E Jay Wheeler & Conep Ese K HD 03:54 6 UN PASO UN PASO E Trueno & J Balvin UN PASO [Explicit] HD 03:12 7 Toc Toc (Amazon Original) Toc Toc (Amazon Original) Paulo Londra & Timbaland Toc Toc (Amazon Original) HD 01:37 8 Sistema De Patio Sistema De Patio Tokischa & Treintisiete Sistema De Patio HD 02:14 9 KLK KLK E Villano Antillano KLK [Explicit] HD 03:02 10 Normal Normal E FEID Normal [Explicit] HD 02:52 11 Traductor Traductor Tiago PZK & Myke Towers Traductor HD 03:43 12 Byemalandra Byemalandra DEKKO Byemalandra HD 02:46 13 Nivel De Perreo Nivel De Perreo E J Balvin & Ryan Castro Nivel De Perreo [Explicit] HD 02:32 14 NOS ENTENDEMOS NOS ENTENDEMOS E Kevin Roldan & HIT$ MUSIC NOS ENTENDEMOS [Explicit] HD 03:26 1 Si Te La Encuentras Por Ahí Si Te La Encuentras Por Ahí FEID Si Te La Encuentras Por Ahí HD 03:12 2 El Mensaje El Mensaje Blessd El Mensaje HD 03:02 3 El Flete El Flete Wolfine El Flete HD 02:56 4 Adivina Adivina E Totoy El Frio & Beéle Adivina [Explicit] HD 02:45 5 Q´Hubo Bebé Q´Hubo Bebé Ryan Castro Q´Hubo Bebé HD 03:01 6 Perro Fiel Perro Fiel E Reykon Perro Fiel HD 03:00 7 Energía Energía Blessd & Rels B Energía HD 03:24 8 El Reloj El Reloj E Seppe & Gama, Dj Dari & DEKKO El Reloj HD 04:14 9 Apaga la Luz Apaga la Luz Bomby Apaga la Luz HD 03:18 10 Amor De Una Noche Amor De Una Noche Ryan Castro Reggaetonea [Explicit] HD 03:29 11 Lo Que Perdiste Lo Que Perdiste Biigo & Kenny Man Lo Que Perdiste HD 02:43 12 Que Ironia Que Ironia Cheo Gallego & Vibarco Que Ironia HD 02:47 13 Cocoloco Cocoloco DEKKO Cocoloco HD 02:55 14 718 718 E Pipe Calderón 718 [Explicit] HD 02:47

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Legs wrapped around each other in front of my pretty eyes.

"Ya pensaremos en lo que viene", manifestó Keylor Navas para quien Catar será el tercer Mundial de su carrera tras Brasil 2014 y Rusia 2018. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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On this week's episode, Kevin and Rudy kick things off by sharing their initial impressions of Un Verano Sin Ti and Mr. Moral & The Big Steppers. Kevin's Latin American knowledge is then put to the test with the introduction of a new segment, ¿Cual Country? The boys then jump into a few other conversations including what makes them cringe, Pt. 2 of the doors vs wheels debate, Eyes vs Legs, and the next segment of Krunch time with Kevin! Follow Us on Instagram!   Kevin Ortiz: instagram.com/coachkevortiz   Rudy Arce: instagram.com/rudy.dtx   Click here for all the Scattered Roots links: https://linktr.ee/scatteredrootspod

This week we have a real treat for you as we are launching our first episode of Low Season Stories, where we speak to locals in destinations around the world to learn their stories and their take on tourism in their destination. We were recently on location in Rhodes for Low Season Traveller and whilst there, we happened across a fascinating man called Savas who agreed to tell us his fascinating story. Just as we had initially stopped recording, Savas had one last treat for us…he started telling us more about his love of traditional Greek music and how he used to play the bouzouki in a traditional band. He told us that he was not as good on the bouzouki these days as a lifetime working with his hands had left his fingers not as agile as they once were, but he wanted to show us his bouzouki. Listen to the end for what happened next!   What a wonderful, spontaneous and authentic Greek experience we had with Savas,  and this really highlights just why low season travel is so wonderful. You simply would not have interactions like this during the busy peak months as the locals would simply not have enough time for you among all of the other visitors. Be sure to tune in next week as we head again to Rhodes, for another low season story, this time with the utterly charming Stavros from Mama Sofia's restaurant in the old town of Rhodes. Born and raised among the ancient walls of Rhodes old town, Stavros tells us what tourism and hospitality means to him and you cannot fail to be charmed by his enthusiasm and passion for his island, his town and his family restaurant. But That's our show for this week. thanks as always, for your company, Have a great week wherever you are, stay healthy, stay safe, keep your travel dreams alive and don't forget to share this podcast with your friends, family and social networks.

EL APAGON, OTRO ATARDECER, UN COCO, La Neverita

Esse é um episódio com uma vibe meio diferente! Pegue o seu chá ou seu café, seu robe e uma música vibes aquela garota reflexiva e vamos fazer daqui uma grande terapia PERÍODO DA CAMPANHA SELOS DE DESCONTO E COMPRAR PRODUTOS SIGG: DE 14/02/2022 a 05/06/2022, conforme disponibilidade de estoque. Consulte Regras de Participação no site https://www.apaixonadosporselosdedesconto.bistek.com.br ou no balcão de atendimento das lojas participantes. Eu Que Lute é um oferecimento @redebistek

En el programa de esta semana de Checkpoint hablamos de Tunic, un juego que toma por inspiración los The Legend of Zelda clásicos para hacer algo diferente. Con un toque Dark Souls en sus combates y con una exploración que nos recuerda a los Zelda 2D, este juego sobre un zorrito intentando romper la maldición de una tierra lejana nos ha gustado por su parte de aventura, pero nos ha enamorado por su parte de puzzle, siendo todo un ejemplo de cómo hacer un juego de este género diferente e interesante.En la segunda parte del programa ahondamos en sus referentes. Esta vez hablamos de The Legend of Zelda, cuáles son sus claves como franquicia y cómo otros juegos las han adaptado, reformulado y ampliado, para que podamos entender porqué Tunic es tan prodigioso, pero también porqué The Legend of Zelda sigue estando vigente aún hoy. Para acabar, como todas las semanas, contestamos las preguntas de los oyentes.

Una universidad preciosa

Revoloteamos entre las músicas de esas queridas islas que son de un pájaro las dos alas: Cuba y Puerto Rico. We fly between the music of those beloved islands that are the two wings of the same bird: Cuba and Puerto Rico. El Septeto Santiaguero & José Alberto El Canario - La guarapachanga [+ Alexander Abreu] - A mí qué: Tributo a los clásicos cubanos Yarima Blanco - Dos con tres [+ Pancho Amat] - Pa mi tres Maite Hontelé - Lo que tienes tú - Cuba linda Conjunto Criollo de la Universidad de Puerto Rico - Canto a nuestra tierra - Conjunto Criollo de la Universidad de Puerto Rico Ortega, Silveira, Elizarde - Guajireando - Espontáneo: The Abdala sessions Orquesta Failde - Cuba libre - Joyas inéditas Dayramir González - El guararey de Pastora - Tributo a Juan Formell y Los Van Van Grupo Estrellas Campesinas - Guararey de Pastora - Changüí: The sound of Guantánamo (V.A.) Alexey León - De La Habana a Moscú - Influenciado Imagen: / Image: El Septeto Santiaguero & José Alberto El Canario (foto: / photo: Baghavan Ishaya)

Kathleen from Plenty of Sunshine Travel met with Eric from Celestyal Cruises for this week's episode. . We looked at what makes Celestyal stand apart from other cruise lines. Celestyal is a Greek-owned company and they specialize in Greek cruises. . They have some extremely unique itineraries. . Included in your fare is: All onboard dining Unlimited Classis drinks Select Shore excursions All Onboard Entertainment All Gratuities . All of the dishes are rooted in Greek heritage using fresh local ingredients. They are leaders in Destination Immersion! What is better to see Greek but through the locals? They know what they are doing! . What makes Celestyal Unique? They are destination Rich, all-inclusive, Long and short itineraries - Something for everyone. Mid-sized ships and Exceptional Hospitality. . 7-night itineraries from Athens to Mykonos 7 nights from Athens to Santorini How about seeing THREE Continents? Athens to Kusadasi - Seeing Cairo, Egypt & Ephesus, Kusadasi & of course Athens. Steps of Paul is perfect for faith-based tours Athens to Patmos with stops in Veria, Thessaloniki & Ephesus, Kusadasi Iconic Aegean Athens to Santori with amazing excursions like touring Ancient Ephesus, Kusadasi. Tour the palace of Knossos, Crete See Acropolis of Lindos, Rhodes. . Often there is a very low or ZERO Single Supplement. In fact, Celestyal has won awards for the best single traveller experience. . Celestyal has really great group travel rates and tours! It's always fun to travel in a group! . . For more information on cruising and obtaining a quote, please email me at info@PlentyofSunshineTravel.com or fill out this simple form https://bit.ly/3mxFUNd, and I will get back to you. . You can also contact me directly at info@PlentyofSunshineTravel.com If you want to see the images from this podcast check out our YouTube Channel HERE . . . . Search #PlentyofSunshineTravel on Facebook or Instagram to see our posts. . #Celestyal #CelestyalCruises #CelestyalGroups #NCLPR1MA #PostcovidCrusing #letsgoNOW #LuxuryCruising #CruiseWithMe

Hoy les hablo de que perfumes son buenos para regalar esta navidad, a los chicos. ¡Que los disfruten! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app