Antonio Gracias

"Find out what your hero or heroine wants, and when he or she wakes up in the morning, just follow him or her all day." Ray Bradbury ☕️📚🌷 Good morning

Странно, что мы просим у Бога изменить нашу ситуацию, не зная, что он послал нам её, чтобы изменились мы....

Доброго и Нежного нам утра !)))

@iAModp Como não é cogumelo, ...

@agsapinho não sei dizer. só dei por ele agora

Adorava que este palhaço de merda da rtp que tá em israhell fosse de cona, puta que o pariu

In the Thinking Zone, mornings are a ritual. Coffee pours like truth in the Tractatus- short, strong, and somewhat misunderstood. Wittgenstein stays silent until the third sip - he believes that everything that can be said is said through coffee. Russell insists, quite logically, that if the cup is empty, it does not exist for the mind - the barista has been avoiding him since last week. Camus smokes by the window and claims the absurd is waking up every day hoping coffee will save you. Yet he drinks it. With milk. Silence is deep. The espresso machine hisses like Sisyphus on his third ascent. And everyone secretly believes that real thought begins only after the second cup. No one smiles. But no one complains either. That's the existential deal on Friday. ☕️📚🌷 Good morning

@ponteeuropa Se é que pensa, deve ter pensado em Telavive, Londres, Washington.

Guerra no Irão: «Mandar três bombas atómicas no sítio certo e a guerra acaba de um dia para o outro». (General Serronha) Não esperava viver para ouvir isto.

"I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe.." Hemingway ☕️📚🌷 Good morning

@penalenga Quer dizer que a monhé tinha razão.

já foram descobertos 6 (seis) pedófilos no chega

@carlos_jb_paz Estive 2 vezes em Sófia, tive a sorte de ter pessoa búlgara que me fez ver o que vimos pelos olhos de búlgaro, não pelo comércio de viagens turísticas. ADOREI!

Veio sugerido de uma das redes ao lado... youtu.be/UsDtmdWFBxU?is…

@vanessasoaresc4 As duas.

Crise alimentar ou energética?

@Ahmed_hassan_za Espero que venham a nado.

I believe it is time for the settlers occupying Palestine to return to Europe.

@Pergament_F O mais famoso auriga da história era português, Caio Apuleio Dioclesmais, mais conhecido por Lamecus.

Leptis Magna Hippodrome Mosaic Villa Selene (Libya) is an ancient Roman villa located on the Mediterranean coast near Leptis Magna, close to modern Homs. Meaning "House of the Moon," this villa remained hidden beneath sand dunes for approximately 2000 years and was rediscovered in 1974. The villa was a luxurious residence belonging to a wealthy Roman family and dates to the 2nd century AD (approximately 100-200 AD); some parts may be older. Its walls are largely preserved, and its mosaic floors and frescoes are in remarkably good condition. One of its most striking features is the magnificent mosaics adorning the villa's floors. Hippodrome Mosaic: One of the villa's most famous mosaics depicts a scene of a hippodrome (Roman circus or racetrack). This mosaic is often compared to the actual Circus (hippodrome) in Leptis Magna and The mosaic depicts galloping horses, chariot drivers (quadrigas), starting boxes, a spina (a decorative barrier in the center), dolphin figures, and mechanisms indicating the number of laps. An interesting detail: a man keeps track of the lap count using ostrich eggs (or balls) a normal race is 7 laps, and the mosaic shows several laps completed. This mosaic vividly reflects the chariot racing culture of the Roman era.

@Adolfo_Dias_I Só faz sentido baixar o IVA se se fixar no valor máximo do produto, de outra forma, perde o estado, ganha quem o coloca à venda

Espanha vai baixar o IVA para 10% nos combustíveis, gás e eletricidade. E tu Luís, o que pensas fazer?

Thinking Zone unfolds like a slowly turned page on which the ink has not yet decided whether it will become thought or dream, and in this dim, almost liturgical hour of consciousness, when Friday is not yet a day but only a promise of completion, four voices gather around a single coffee that is not merely a drink but a center of gravity for all the possible meanings a person is inclined to invent in order to justify their wakefulness. Mallarmé, with a gaze that seems to read the emptiness between the cup and his hand, speaks softly yet with that nearly ritual weight that turns every word into the absence of another word, and he says that Friday is not so much a day as a pause in the endless verse of time, a place where meaning hesitates and dissolves into its own reflection, just as sugar dissolves into coffee, leaving behind only the idea of sweetness that can never be fully grasped. Verlaine, slightly inclined toward the light that slips through the window like an uncertain melody, responds with a gentleness in which there is more feeling than assertion, and for him Friday is a tender rhythm, almost musical, a day that does not insist but diffuses itself like the aroma of coffee, which cannot be held but can be experienced, and in this scattered harmony he finds solace, as if time itself has grown weary of being strict and has decided to become a song. Rimbaud, restless, with eyes that seem already to have left the room and to be moving through other, wilder spaces, interrupts this softness with sudden sharpness, casting his words like stones into the silence, and declares that Friday is a deception, that every morning is the same destruction disguised as a beginning, and that coffee does not awaken but merely reminds one of the impossibility of escaping oneself, because true awakening does not come with the bitterness of the drink but with the tearing apart of all the habits a person calls life. Claudel, with an inner verticality that turns even sitting into an act of faith, lifts his cup with a gesture that contains more prayer than need, and says that Friday is a threshold, that every morning carries within it the possibility of grace, provided one dares to receive it not as repetition but as vocation, and that coffee, in its simple materiality, is a sacrament of presence, because it returns us to the body, to warmth, to the fact that we are here and that this here matters. And so, between symbol, melody, revolt, and faith, Friday slowly takes shape as a space in which each thought reflects itself in the other without annihilating it, while the coffee cools, as all things cool that we have tried to hold for too long, leaving behind not an answer but that peculiar clarity in which questions begin to sound like a beginning. ☕️📚🌷 Good morning

@mrsquintas Ou seja, fala para os seus.

@skymanuelima Também conhecida pela "terra da égua".

Vila Viçosa é conhecida como a “Princesa do Alentejo”. Apesar de pequena, é 1 das mais preciosas e encantadoras joias do Alentejo, uma “vila-museu”. Deve-se o nome Vila Viçosa à fertilidade dos solos e aos encantos do seu território #Vila_Viçosa #Alentejo #visitPortugal #viagens

@pedro____world Nada impede que se volintarie, se não for numa fragata portuguesa, vá numa argentina.

Se os EUA deixarem a NATO vou-me rir quando em vez de 5% do PIB, os europeus tiverem que colocar 10% do PIB para armamento e Defesa. Os europeus andam a brincar com fogo e acham que estão a ser os espertos nisto do Estreito de Ormuz.

@archpng Segundo consta, antes de morrer, disse aos filhos que da uva também se fazia vinho.

A striking example of Lisbon’s industrial architecture, the Abel Pereira da Fonseca wine warehouse was designed by Manuel Joaquim Norte Júnior in 1917. Nicknamed the “Cathedral of Wine,” the building is instantly recognizable for its monumental circular openings and richly detailed façade — where commercial architecture was given the dignity of a landmark. 📸 art_nouveau_geek (IG)