Más allá de barrotes y ataduras, el arte es libre

Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

SANTIAGO GALICIA ROJON SERRALLONGA

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La inspiración, en el arte, vuela y navega una noche o alguna mañana, en la tarde o en la madrugada, mientras es otoño o es primavera, durante un invierno o cierto verano, libre y plena, en armonía y con equilibrio, sin que alguien la mancille y someta, a veces solemne y en ocasiones, en cambio, desbordante. El arte sigue su ruta. No admite cadenas, barrotes y candados, simplemente por su rebeldía a la producción en serie, a las reglas estrictas e indiferentes, a la crueldad y al juicio sin sentido. Es un pájaro que vuela lejos o cerca, una hoja que juega con el viento o que deja pasar las corrientes de aire por preferir las gotas de lluvia o los copor de nieve, una embarcación que sortea el oleaje impetuoso, las tormentas incesantes y las tranquilidades profundas o…

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Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Insists ‘There Is No Room’ for NBA Players Who Refuse to Get Vaccinated

“The NBA should insist that all players and staff are vaccinated or remove them from the team,” the NBA legend told Rolling Stone. “There is no room for players who are willing to risk the health and lives of their teammates, the staff and the fans simply because they are unable to grasp the seriousness of the situation or do the necessary research. What I find especially disingenuous about the vaccine deniers is their arrogance at disbelieving immunology and other medical experts. Yet, if their child was sick or they themselves needed emergency medical treatment, how quickly would they do exactly what those same experts told them to do?”

I meannnnnnnn, he ain’t lying. There have been reports for months about emergency rooms being packed with unvaccinated people; the same unvaccinated people who could potentially avoid going to the hospital entirely if they just took the damn vaccine instead of receiving emergency medical care from the same medical experts they claimed they didn’t believe in the first fucking place. During a recent press conference, President Biden also claimed that unvaccinated Americans are hindering economic growth, costing our country jobs, and putting an unnecessary strain on our healthcare system.

Source: Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Insists ‘There Is No Room’ for NBA Players Who Refuse to Get Vaccinated

Time to Sign Up

just drive, will you?

Tokyo Sand at Political Charge submitted this post last week with some helpful ways to get yourself and others registered to vote. National Voter Registration Day is tomorrow (9/28). With all that’s being done to try and suppress voting these days, getting as many of us registered as possible is absolutely vital. Get the word out.

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O Mundo está cheio de pessoas boas

Vivaldi translation of title: The world is full of good people

Pensamentos.me/VEM comigo!

O Mundo está cheio de pessoas boas por aí. Cabe a você ver o que há de melhor nelas.

O Mundo está cheio de pessoas boas. Há muito que se pode catalogar em relação ao que elas dizem. Se há quem mereça o nosso amor, são essas pessoas que abrem caminhos para que possamos sincronizar energias positivas.

A pessoa boa, a pessoa do bem, ela tem a tendência de agir naturalmente. Em outras palavras, não tem nada ensaiando, fingido ou coisa parecida. Pessoas com essa característica, digo ” bondade” são humanistas, se preocupam com o outro, com o planeta, com a nossa maior religião que é o Amor. Se diz que são gente positiva, alegre, e que tem a capacidade de produzir coisas boas em nós. Outra característica marcante em relação a essas pessoas é que são pacíficas; elas também sabem ponderar diante de qualquer situação que precise discordar, porque…

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Little Poems

yaskhan

Blue velvet night

Blue velvet night
A sapphire moon
On a lustrous viridescent sea
Sail away with me.

Under a bowl of sky

Under a bowl of sky
That has turned upside down
A cerise wind cries
Spilling white stars
Defying gravity
In ether’s immortality.

Tasting autumn

I ate a persimmon
It tasted of autumn
Tangerine’s last bloom
Auburn russet luminescence.

Silk orb-weavers

In the cobweb
I found a spider
Hanging by a thread
Barely clothed
In liquid silk
Soaked.

Sky run

Whisper of sapphire
Zephyr sequinned
In eagles’ cry
I see
Hues of dawn sky
A blue wind blows through
My heart
Skips a beat .

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