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04/09/2025

🤯🫀"While we were filming Better Call Saul, I had a heart attack. I collapsed, my skin turned gray, and for several minutes, I basically wasn't here. If I had gone to my trailer, I probably wouldn't be telling this story because no one would have found me in time.

"I was lucky that my colleagues were nearby: they held my head, started screaming for help, and thanks to Rosa Estrada—our medical officer, with a background in the military—I received immediate CPR. My ribs were broken, but my life was saved. It took more than 15 minutes of compressions and assisted breathing until the defibrillator arrived. It took three shocks to get my heart to respond. Imagine how terrifying it was for everyone there: the machine counted loudly, announced there was no pulse, and warned everyone to move away before the shock. Every attempt seemed final, as if there was no turning back.

"When I finally woke up in the hospital, I couldn't remember a thing. It was as if an entire day had been erased from my life. And yet, when I came to, something had profoundly changed. For weeks, I wasn't burdened with the usual worries, that inner voice always telling me who I should help, what I should worry about, what could go wrong. None of that was there. Everything I saw was beautiful: a ray of sunshine, the grass, the laughter of my friends, the opportunity to continue working on something I love. The world seemed like a miracle. That feeling stayed with me for months. It taught me that, even amid fear and fragility, life can be an incredible gift."

🌍❤️ Bob Odenkirk, on the heart attack that nearly took his life and how it transformed him into a new way of seeing the world.

25/08/2025

Durante uma tensa corrida, o toureiro Álvaro Munera fez o impensável.
Enquanto o público rugia esperando o próximo movimento dramático, de repente se afastou do touro, caminhou até a beira da areia e sentou-se.
O silêncio foi feito entre os espectadores.

Mais tarde, Munera revelou o momento que o transformou para sempre:
"Naquele instante, esqueci o perigo dos chifres. Só via os seus olhos, não cheios de raiva, mas de inocência. Não estava atacando, estava implorando pela vida dele. Percebi que não era uma briga, mas um ato de crueldade.

Larguei minha espada, abandonei a arena e jurei nunca mais lutar. Em vez disso, lutaria contra um mundo que transforma sofrimento em entretenimento".
Munera abandonou a tauromaquia e tornou-se um defensor da crueldade contra os animais, usando sua plataforma para lutar pelos mesmos seres que um dia lutou.

Sua história é um testemunho poderoso da força da compaixão e da coragem necessária para mudar. Às vezes, basta um momento de conexão para ver o mundo de outra maneira.

(via Pancho Blue El Refugio)

12/08/2025

Hoje, 11 de agosto de 2025, nos despedimos de Jijukè, mulher Karajá da aldeia Hãwalo, em Santa Isabel do Morro, a maior do nosso povo Iny Karajá.

Ao lado de Koixaru Karajá, sua companheira, marcou a história do nosso povo e também do Brasil, eternizada no verso da nota de 1.000 cruzeiros lançada em 1990, a primeira cédula brasileira a homenagear povos indígenas.

A fotografia, feita pelo artista Peret, atravessou o tempo e tornou-se símbolo da nossa cultura, do nosso modo de ser e da nossa presença na história do país. Naquele tempo, a nota trazia Marechal Rondon no anverso e, no verso, o rosto de Jijukè e Koixaru, representando um marco de reconhecimento, mesmo que simbólico, para todos nós, Iny Karajá.

A nota de 1.000 cruzeiros teve tiragem limitada e, hoje, é rara e valorizada não apenas por colecionadores, mas por todos que compreendem a importância de manter viva a memória e a história dos povos indígenas.

Jijukè agora se junta aos nossos ancestrais, mas sua imagem e legado seguem vivos na memória do Brasil e do nosso povo.

DESCANSE EM PAZ

Via: midia_karaja

03/08/2025

Hoje comemoro 14 anos no Facebook. Obrigado pelo apoio contínuo de vocês, que foi indispensável para mim. 🙏🤗🎉

02/08/2025

In the blood-soaked era of feudal Japan, when clan wars ravaged the land, there lived a samurai named Kazuo Takamura.

He was feared for his skill with the katana—
but even more respected for his unshakable sense of honor.
He never struck from behind.
He never drew his blade without purpose.

One day, his lord was betrayed by a rival clan.
Kazuo was ordered to travel north and execute the traitor.

He crossed forests, villages, and mountains.
Days later, he reached a small, worn-down cabin.

Inside lived the man he was meant to kill.
But Kazuo didn’t find a warrior…
He found a sick old man, caring for a fragile, orphaned grandson.

He raised his blade.
The boy, no more than six, stepped forward.

— “Please… don’t hurt him.
He’s all I have.”

Kazuo froze.
And remembered his master’s words:

“Honor is not always found in obedience.
Sometimes, it’s found in compassion.”

That day, he did not carry out the ex*****on.
Instead, he left food.
And buried his sword in the ground outside the cabin.

Then he returned to his lord.

— “I disobeyed your command…
but I honored my soul.”

He was exiled.
Dishonored in the eyes of men.

Years passed. The war ended.
When leaders gathered to sign the peace, one of them stood and said:

— “There was once a samurai who stayed his blade.
Because of him, my grandson lived.
And today, that child is the one signing this peace.”

It was the orphan Kazuo had spared.
Now a noble young man, shaped by the memory of a warrior who chose mercy over vengeance.

Kazuo never wielded a sword again.
But in the heart of the region’s new temple lies a buried relic:

🌸 A katana resting in the earth…
With words carved in stone:

“He who knows when not to fight…
is the strongest of all.”

14/07/2025