“Hay tres maneras de hacer las cosas: bien, mal y como yo las hago”
🇪🇸 España
Joined March 2015
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It's amazing when everything comes together just right. Every musician, every vocalist, every note... absolutely flawless ❤️🎶✨
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"Por culpa de un fan temerario con puntería, el concierto se quedó sin el broche final, lo que se preveía como una fogosa versión de 'Before You Accuse Me". La crónica de Carlos Marcos del concierto de Eric Clapton en Madrid social.elpais.com/t45e7s
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Pocos saben que se puede ver la Tierra en vivo en 4K desde el espacio 😍🌎
👉 satelitesarg.com/#app-contai…
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"Ahora solo hay un cine familiar que impide el pensamiento y un cine muy político que premian en festivales. El otro cine ha desaparecido"
Juanma Bajo Ulloa regresa con #ElMal, un thriller de suspense, y tiene esta opinión sobre el estado de la industria linktr.ee/ElCineEnLaSER
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Solo hay una cosa mejor que les Luthiers. Solo hay una cosa mejor que el Tricicle. Esa cosa es ver a les Luthiers y al Tricicle juntos. Para irse a la cama con una enorme sonrisa.
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Diría que es la foto del siglo, pero no, es foto de toda la historia de la tauromaquia.
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Había que poner una luz naranja en el coche para avisar de una emergencia porque las luces naranjas del coche para avisar de una emergencia no deben ser suficientemente naranjas o algo.
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Con el tema de los INCENDIOS propongo, si es que no son una realidad:
—Toda superficie quemada debe volver a reforestarse, estando prohibida su recalificación
—Todo pirómano será condenado por terrorismo
—Quedan derogadas las multas por recogidas de piñas y limpieza de campos
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Igual esta puta desgracia sirve para que de una vez las administraciones se den cuenta de que los incendios se apagan en invierno limpiando los montes, dejad de abandonar Gredos #IFMombeltrán #IFCuevasDelValle
📷@Meteoavila2
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No se puede coger leña del monte, pastorear por muchos sitios, arrancar zarzas, recoger piñas caídas, hierbas aromáticas...
No se permiten limpiar los caminos.
DESPUÉS VIENEN LOS INCENDIOS.
#IFCuevasdelValle #Ávila
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Los incendios se apagan en invierno, con montes limpios y cortafuegos claros, porque sino se vuelven imparables.
No paráis de abandonar a la zona de Gredos año tras año, a esa España vaciada que todos los años reza para salvarse de las llamas en verano. Fuerza #IFCuevasDelValle
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In 1964, The Beatles played for the first time in the United States.
Here’s the complete concert. Enjoy this masterpiece.
Escucha este álbum: Brothers In Arms (40th Anniversary) 🎸 #DireStraits #BrothersInArms #40Anniversary
open.spotify.com/album/6vgyx…
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#DireStraits 🎼Telegraph Road
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load
Where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, no
They never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow
I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work
But there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap
From some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road
You know, I'd sooner forget
But I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race
Between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder
You had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
Like you don't seem to care
But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again
From all of these signs saying, "Sorry, but we're closed"
All the way
Down the telegraph road
