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[enalfersa]

La danza de los gigantes

EDHASA – 9788435021012 Ha pasado un tiempo entre la acción de El lenguaje de las piedras y la de esta novela. Entre una y otra, el joven aprendiz de mago Willand tiene ya una hija con WIllow, por lo cual la nueva misión que emprende le presenta nuevas dificultades. Sin embargo, sólo él puede analizar los nuevos indicios del avance de la Gran Mentira y de los progresos de su rival el hechicero…

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[aestheticaltcow]

Is this what you were looking for?

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Blurb

“Carmen Anthony Berzatto!” you yelled from the bedroom. Carmy put down what he’d been working on in the kitchen and quickly barreled down the hallway. You stood in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips, ready to fuck with him. “Y-yes, my-y love?” he asked, winded and worried. You laughed when you saw his concern, “I’m sorry, baby, I couldn’t resist.” you watched the worry leave Carmy’s face as it was replaced with confusion. You showed him the shiny gold ring you’d found under the bed while you were cleaning, “Why was your wedding ring under the bed?”

You and Carmy hadn’t been married for that long, but he’d already fallen into the habit of losing his ring. He always said because he didn’t want to accidentally nick it with a knife while he was working or tarnish the metal when he was cleaning, so he’d frequently take it off and forget where he left it- much to your annoyance. Carmy stepped toward you, slipping the ring back on his finger, “Thank you for giving me a heart attack, sweetheart.”

The next day, you’re doing some work in the living room when the front door swung open, “Hey Carm!” you called without looking up from your laptop. “Hey honey, he responded as you heard him putting his backpack and jacket in the closet before plopping down on the couch beside you. He threw his right arm over your shoulders and kissed your temple, making you smile. “Hold up. I just need to save this…” You explained that you saved your document and closed your laptop before turning your attention to him.

You noticed his ring finger was wrapped in plastic. You raised an eyebrow and gestured to the finger. “You get a new tattoo or somethin’?” Carmy nodded in response to your concern, “Oooo, show me.” 

Carmy carefully unwrapped his finger and proudly stuck out his ring finger. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw your name tattooed down the length of his finger in a delicate cursive font, “Since I always lose my ring, I thought tattooing your name would be the next best thing.” he explained. You took his hand in yours and looked at the fresh ink still settling on his skin. “It’s so pretty, Carm. Maybe I should-” You cut yourself off when you saw the look on Carmy’s face, “Don’t even joke about taking that ring off.” Carmy scolded. You laughed before kissing his cheek, “Make sure you don’t cut that finger off.”

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[thebearer]

some carm + jewelry thoughts after reading your blurb about his dangling chain:

-he buys you a gold anklet with a “c” charm on it so he can watch it dangle when he puts your legs up on his shoulders to fuck you

-he has a signet ring embossed with a design (maybe a bear? st anthony? family crest?) and he turns it so the design is facing inwards and he spanks you so it leaves a brand on your ass

-after the big checks start coming in he buys you an exorbitantly expensive necklace and fucks you with nothing else on

omfggggg smut ahead minors dni 18+ but i have to elaborate

ok number one the anklet???? yes. yes. yes.

you mention wanting one, sorta in passing, and carmen's like weirdly adamant about you getting one lol??? you don't really understand why but he shows up a few days later with one you'd shown him online, except it has an embellishment. a tiny 'c'.

carmen's kinda blushy about it but you're beaming and squealing and just smothering him in affection bc it was so cute and sweet, and he really was too!!

then you quickly realize why carmen likes the anklet so much when he's putting it on you, then your legs are up in the air thirty minutes later as a "thank you".

your heels are digging into his shoulders, and normally his eyes are on you solely when he's fucking you especially like this. but you keep catching him staring at your anklet, fucking you hard, gripping your claves while he watches it bounce lightly.

maybe it's the thought that he has a sorta mark on you now. wherever you go, you've got something that symbolizes your his- that he's yours.

it was his grandfathers, then mikey's, and then his. mikey gave it to him when carmen went to new york because "you're a big shot now. need the ring to match since you're gonna be goin' to all that fancy shit, carm."

the ring was gold with a black onyx surface, a gold encrusted 'B' in old english font laid on top so it stood up. carmen didn't wear it often, didn't want to lose it or damage it, but every now and then- on date night, mainly, he'd wear it.

and you loved it.

the chain, nice outfit, plus pinky ring? you were drooling. watching him grab the door handle, cut your food, hold your hand in the car. you couldn't help yourself. he knew you couldn't either. it's why when you got home, he just nodded and you were over his lap.

carmen would take his time pushing up your dress, letting his hand glide over the small of your back, down your exposed cheeks, smug at the way you shuddered in excitement. he'd turn the ring around so the etched side was inwards, cracking his hand down on your ass over and over.

you'd squirm and mewl, gripping onto his legs or the sheets. carmen would just stare, mesmerized by the faint emblem showing on your skin only for a flash before fading.

the bear had made the chicago tribune after a raving review from a lifestyle travel influencer posted a video on the menu and it went wild. you were booked a year out, a waitlist a mile long, a million newspapers, magazines, and interviewers wanting a chance to write about the bear. it was buzzing around chicago, and carmen couldn't be happier. or busier.

he felt bad that with the newfound press, he'd been busy. you'd always been understanding but still, he felt bad, heart breaking every time your shoulders would fall when he said he had to work.

the two of you had just moved into the brownstone. you spent your days decorating and unboxing, showing him swatches of paint that you'd mull over for hours.

"carm, which one looks better?" you'd ask, turning around to see him standing there. only this time, he wasn't empty handed.

the infamous teal bag in hand, grinning at you proudly. "what's this?"

"a gift." carmen shrugged, pulling you over to the couch, setting you between his thighs.

you hummed, unraveling the tiny box. "you really didn't have to get me- oh my god." you were expecting a tiny piece of jewelry, not the dazzling strand of diamonds that sat on the tennis bracelet.

"carmen." you gaped, snapping the box shut, holding it against your chest. "how-how much was this?"

"doesn't matter." carmen shrugged, prying it gently out of your grasp. "let me put it on you. i wanted to get you somethin'. the restaurant is doin'... great. and ya know, i couldn't do it without you baby."

you pressed him about the price, but carmen waived it off. you knew he'd been making money- your new house and car told you that, but the kind of money to casually get gifts at tiffany's? it was new to you. a splurge still, but one that you treasured.

carmen left the necklace on, hips rolling while he fucked you in front of the fireplace, right on the new rug. he wanted to take a picture of the moment, watching you ride him, your head tipped back, diamonds sparkling still even in the low glow of the fire.

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[astermath]

nemesis; part two.

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: with carmen reworking the restaurant, you’d think his mind would be far too occupied to even think about anything else. yet he can’t shake the guilt from what he’d put you through a month prior. after some talks in therapy, he decides to take a leap of faith and see if he can talk it out with you. he not only wants to convince you that he can be better, but he's got an offer for you too. one you truly can't refuse.

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word count: 4.9K

tags: carmen being unsure about his feelings but trying to be better episode 3265742, letting reader in a little more, APOLOGIES!!!, cursing ig, carm goes to therapy yippee, syd being the absolute realest, regular font below!

notes: sorry this took literally forever omg, I lost my carmen muse for a bit but we are SO back baby. I missed him so much and so sorry if some things don't follow the canon completely (I've been watching season 2 on and off bc I've been so busy lol BUT my fics never follow the canon completely anyways),, hope u guys enjoy and let me know if you'd like a part three ;))

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Carmen’s life hadn’t known a moment of mental rest in ages. If you asked him when he last sat down with his thoughts or acknowledged his mental anguish, he probably would have said he couldn’t remember the last time. If ever.

With plans to completely revamp The Beef and everything that came with it, now his feelings should be the last thing on his mind. Renovation plans, unforeseen costs and a completely new menu, sure, he could worry his ass off about those, but feelings? Absolutely not. Good thing he was usually so good at suppressing those anyways.

So why was it that he couldn’t shake the thought of what he did to you?

Why, every time he had a moment to himself, would he be overtaken by this intense feeling of guilt? He didn’t even have to be alone, just a second of quiet and the image of you crying in distress would intrude on his thoughts.

It was getting to a point where he’d told his sister, Natalie, about it. Well, not all of it, he wasn’t even sure if he knew all of it. Just that he knows he hurt you, and that coming to terms with what he projected onto you might be a good first step in understanding himself better.

Or maybe it was something more along the lines of “I gotta talk my shit to some people”. Probably that.

To his surprise, it was actually helping. Besides the group therapy sessions where he’d talk about Mikey, the business and his future, he was talking to other people in his life too. Even told Sydney about you, kind of on accident. The words just seemed to… Flow out. It was probably the exhaustion doing its thing.

“I guess I just felt like,” he kept his eyes on the floor he was sweeping, “she was doing it all to fuck with me. I don’t even know where I got the sick idea that she had some obsession over me, but it— it drove me at the same time. It’s like her being on my heels at every aspect of culinary school just made me want to try even harder.”

“Maybe you painted her in that light because you knew it was a good way to keep pushing yourself.” Sydney spoke almost absentmindedly, sweeping the other side of the room. She listened to everything he said in the meantime, and though what he was telling her was a bit worrying, she was glad they got to have talks like this. Carmen often doesn’t like to bring up his past like that.

“Huh,” he paused sweeping for a moment, “yeah… yeah, maybe. Or maybe it was something else.”

Sydney wasn’t even sure he knew what he was referring to. It sounded like something entirely different, like a crush, but what kind of person treats their crushes like that?

Probably an overworked, pressured, overachieving culinary student with a dangerous need for validation. But she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“So yeah, I visited her restaurant, and… It just felt the exact same as back in New York, you know? Like she was rubbing it in my face again, and— and I know that sounds insane, or conceited, but I just can’t let it go. It’s like the thought of her is stuck to my brain like a stubborn piece of gum.” He wanted to smack himself for that stupid analogy, but what was said was said.

“So how’d you handle it?” Sydney’s head perked up, some of her braids now draping over her shoulders.

“Handle what?” Carmen became more and more uneasy the more he talked about you. Like his chest was tight, it was uncomfortable, but not in the way he was when the health inspection came by, it was different. Weirder. Unfamiliar. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t understand it.

“The talk with her.” She emptied the last bit of dust into the trash bag.

“Oh,” his mind took him back to the parking lot a month ago. The way he could almost taste the tears of your skin from how close he stood, he could hear the shakiness of your breath and the profound desperation in your voice when you apologized to him, when you really had no reason to.

If it was still so clear in his mind, then what must it be like for you?

“Carmen?” Sydney snapped him out of his oncoming train of thought.

“Yeah? Sorry, I— Uh, I don’t know it was…” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly finding it in his best interest to look anywhere else but her face. “Bad. It was— It was bad.” He looks a bit shameful when he meets her eyes. “I fucked up. I like, went all New York boss on her. And then I just… Left.”

His colleague just stares at him for a moment. She knew what he was like when he snapped like that, but that was with his staff, people he liked. So how badly did he snap on you, a person he’d been resenting for years?

“I’m gonna go take out this trash, and uh… Head home.” She lifts the grey plastic bag she was holding. “But uh, Carm?”

“Yeah?”

“You got issues, man.” She has a bit of an awkward smile on her face, but he knows she means it. He knows she’s right. She usually is.

He nods, silently, letting her words sink in. He did have issues, everyone knew that, but most people didn’t just say it. That’s why he liked Sydney, she was so real, so honest. She was so good for the business, for the kitchen. And maybe her saying that to him was all part of grounding him in the reality of it all. Of his issues, just that they existed.

“Heard.” he says. His voice comes out raspier than he expected, like he’s struggling to say it.

“Goodnight, chef.”

“Night.”

He’d thought about what Sydney said the entire night. He does have issues, he knows that, he’s just mad at himself for letting everything get this far before seeking help. It scares him. Because it reminds him too much of Mikey. Or what he heard about him when things got bad.

He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes his brother did. Lock people out of his life just because it seems easier, because it’s better to minimize the damage than to figure out why you’re doing damage at all. And yes it’s uncomfortable, yes it’s scary, terrifying even. But he keeps being reminded of how it must feel for you.

It’s something he’d never considered before. He always thought he had you all figured out, all fake smiles and backhanded compliments to distract him. It never occurred to him to just… Ask. It was always just easier to assume. It fit his view of you and it kept him going, even if it was at the expense of ever getting to know you at all.

He’s hoping he can change that with a few text messages and a long, probably uncomfortable, talk over coffee. Just hoping, trying, that’s really all he can do. He’s well aware of how bad he is at communicating, but he has to give it a shot. For you, at least.

He stares at his phone screen for far longer than is necessary, continuously rereading the messages he’d typed. His eyes keep flicking to your contact, making sure he sent it to the right person. The only thing you two had texted about before was a time and place for him to try your new restaurant. His heart aches at the exclamation points and emojis you’d sent; you were so excited, and he drove all that excitement straight into the ground.

He closes his eyes and shuts off the phone. His chest hurts, like he’s been holding his breath the entire time. Maybe he has. You could have that effect on him, making it harder to breathe. He always wondered why he had such nervous reactions around you specifically. He always figured it had to do with your one sided rivalry, but it feels… Different. More complex.

Your eyes are finally peeled off your computer screen when numerous phone notifications alarm you. Truth be told, you’ve been trying your best to keep yourself occupied as much as possible. That usually helps when you get waves of emotions like this, keeping busy, distracting your mind from overthinking.

Ever since your last encounter with Carmen, you’ve been so on edge. Always trying to do something, anything, so you wouldn’t have to think about what happened, why he acted like that to you. Because you know if you did, you’d just start blaming yourself again, and you’d be back to square one.

Your eyebrows raise at the name of the contact. You were sure he’d blocked you, or at least deleted your number after last time. He was avoidant like that, and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to talk to you again after that anyways. Maybe it was just to drive the point home, make you feel even more worthless.

Still, you were curious. Even if it was just to cuss you out even more, at least you knew what to expect, right?

[carmen]: hey, I really want to talk to you about what happened last time.

[carmen]: well

[carmen]: I want to apologise

[carmen]: but I can’t do that like this

[carmen]: I’d much rather do it in person

[carmen]: if you’d let me

[carmen]: meet me at odette’s tomorrow around 10? coffee’s on me, I just want to talk

[carmen]: please

The last message was sent minutes later than the rest, while you were reading them. He was desperate for an answer, and though you wanted to hear him out, to talk to him, something in you felt off about the whole thing. Like he was just doing this to clear off his own guilt, only to then ditch you just like he ditched you after culinary school. Because you’re rivals, apparently. That’s what you do.

But then there’s something else in you too. The part that’s still nostalgic about New York with him. About the glances back and forth when you were timed on preparing certain things, about the way he’d stare at you when you got feedback, the ignorant bliss you lived in. When you still believed he might have liked you just a little.

That part of you takes the upper hand when you reply and take his offer. Your heart is in your throat, nerves overtaking you already and you weren’t even with him yet. He had that effect on you sometimes, making it harder to breathe.

You wondered what that meant.

Carmen sits alone at a booth, all the way at the back of the café he’d chosen. It’s rather quiet, as most Mondays are, yet at the same time, it’s so loud. Loud in the way he hears the clinking of every spoon against porcelain cups, the crinkling of a napkin and the not so subtle ticking of the clock above the entrance. 10:06. You were late.

Suddenly he's filled with more regret than he's ever felt before. He's not ready to see you again, only to be reminded of how he made you cry, and of his own tumultuous emotions and shortcomings that lead to this moment. It's surprising how fast the emotions he associates with you changed; he's not angry anymore, he's scared, guilty, nervous. He wants to see you so bad and yet he feels like you'd be better off never talking to him again.

It's too late to make a run for it when you finally walk through the door. Hair a little damp from the rain, just a bit disheveled from what he could only assume to be rushing over to the café. And that same angelic smile you offer to the barista that greets you, the same one you'd offer him every morning, whether he looked at you or not.

He had no choice but to look now.

Your smile falters into something more nervous, a little melancholic, when your eyes meet his across the café. Though you knew he was going to be there, something in you feels surprised to see him again. Maybe it’s because he isn’t yelling at you or throwing insults at your head this time. Or maybe because he’s actually looking you in the eye. Since when did he get so good at that?

You sit down across him, taking off your coat and putting your bag besides you.

“Hey.” You smile again, much more awkward this time.

“Hey.” He returns the same thin lipped smile.

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Carmen swears the whole café has gone silent in that moment, leaving the two of you to listen to the sound of your own breathing and heartrate picking up. You’re not sure where to look, not being used to being in such an intimate setting with him.

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Sorry I was late.”

You both talk over each other, and the urge to chuckle about it overtakes you. Carmen can’t help but smile as well. You seem nervous, and somehow that puts him a little more at ease. Like he’s not the only one who’s in their head about it.

“Sorry, I, uhm, yeah— I would like a coffee.” You scramble over your words. “Please.”

“Sure,” he nods, “and no worries.”

“Hm?”

“That you were late. I haven’t been here that long either.” He lied. He’d been there half an hour early, cursing himself for letting him sit along with his thoughts for that long and psyching himself out into almost leaving.

You both order and another heavy silence sits between you two. You both know why you’re there, what needs to be talked about. Yet neither of you know how to bring it up.

You’ve lived most of your lives believing this version of each other you had in your minds. Because it kept you grounded. Because it was easier. He never let you in and for the longest time, you were at peace with that. You could have a slightly distant view of who he was, your classmate, your rival. And he could do the same. Keep you out, pretend you were there to keep him on his toes, to always try to outdo him.

Those facades of each other don’t work anymore. The real world has forced you to reconcile with each other, whether you liked it or not.

Your coffee gets brought to your table, and both of you feel this urgency to say something, anything, at least.

“The pastries here are good too, if you want to get one.” He finally broke the awkward silence. He can start with talking about food, something he knows. If all else fails, resort back to that.

“I haven’t tried a pastry besides my own in a long time. Maybe I could learn a thing or two here.” You admit. He knows that feeling. He’s not nearly as adventurous with his food choices as he wants to be, but as a busy chef on the brink of a new entrepreneurship, it’s usually beef sandwiches and frozen meals.

“I think yours were better though.” He takes a sip of his coffee.

“Huh?” You look up, realizing you were avoiding eye contact by staring into your cup.

“The danish I tried at your place. It was fire.”

“Oh. Right. Thank you, we make everything from scratch.”

“I could tell.” He takes another sip. “I guess I— I kinda forgot to tell you that. In the heat of it all.” He huffs to himself. “Food was so good it made me upset.”

“Upset?” His word use frustrates you. Upset is when they forget to give you your sauce with your order. What happened back there was not upset. That was rage. Wrath. You raise an eyebrow and he realizes he said something wrong.

“Well, more than upset. Listen, I— We need to talk about what happened.” His blue eyes peer into your own. They’re almost distracting enough to avoid you noticing his fidgeting hands.

“I’m listening.” You lean back slightly in your seat. You’d played nice with Carmen all your life, given him every chance to return it. Now it was his turn to try.

"Right." Of course he has to talk. It's his fault, isn't it? He's the one who snapped-- why did he even imply you'd have to explain yourself? He runs a hand through his hair, and there he goes again, eyes darting across the café to find something to focus on as he sought out the right words. You'd almost find it endearing, how bad he is at this, if it wasn't so important to you.

"You don't do this often, do you?"

"What, like-- meeting up for coffee?"

"Talking about stuff. Your feelings and shit." You hid your slightly amused smile behind your coffee cup before taking a small sip.

"Oh. Yeah, no, I-- I don't. Not until recently." He takes a deep breath. Just like they had told him to. “I’ve been going to this therapy thing my sister recommended. S’not much, but… It’s a start. Talked about the restaurant, my brother—“

“Your brother?” Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Yeah, my— my brother. Mikey.” He looks a bit surprised. He’s come to the shattering realization that he’s never told you anything about his personal life, ever. You don’t even know about one of the most important people in his life, his main drive. You’ve known each other for so long yet you know so little. “I never told you about him?”

“You never told me anything.” You answer curtly. “We never really… Talked, you know?”

“Yeah— yeah, you’re right. I just thought… Wow.” He smiles, more out of shock than anything. He feels so stupid. How immature is it to be feuding this much with a person who doesn’t know anything about you?

“I guess I really don’t know much about you either.” His fingers rake through his messy curls again. “Makes me feel like even more of an idiot for going off on you like that. Like I had you all figured out.”

“Yeah, that was uh... That was something." The mood shifts a little. His smile fades as soon as he sees the melancholy in your eyes return. Of course it wouldn't be that easy for you to forgive him, to feel better about all this. "You know, I never knew you thought of me like that." A small smile graces your features. Somehow it's sadder than the expression you had before.

"I mean, I knew you didn't like me. I was pretty much at peace with the fact that you were never going to like me, either. But I never thought you hated me that much." You sniffle, trying your hardest to blink away any oncoming tears. "Like your life, your entire career, would have been easier without me there at all."

His heart aches at the sight of you, all teary eyed and trying to be brave. You're much braver than him. Sadness is a much harder thing to express than anger. He's starting to figure that out more and more.

"I don't hate you." He starts. He sees the confusion contort your features, and he knows he's not making any sense. "I mean I did-- I did hate you. Or, maybe not you, just... The fucked up idea I had of you. And-- and that was on me, that was my own fault." He feels an urge to touch you; to rub your back, hold your hand, anything to comfort you. It's tearing him apart to know that he's the cause of all this.

"But why?" A single tear rolls down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your skin in its wake. "Why did you think that about me? I-- I get that we had a little rivalry going but jesus Carmen, did you really think I spent my whole culinary school career trying to outdo you?"

"To be honest... Yeah." He feels ashamed. So ashamed. He hopes the waitress doesn't walk by and listen to any of this, see you crying, and make you feel even worse. "Cooking was always just... My thing. If I was good for anything, it would be that. So seeing you do so well at something I'd started to base my whole existence around, it made me jealous, so fucking jealous." He meets your eyes, even if it's hard. You have to know he's being sincere.

"And it's-- it's unfair, it's so unfair to you, I know, and I'm really fuckin' sorry. I'm trying to work on myself, on everything, and I hope I can prove that to you." His face has that red tint you recognize whenever he's nervous or stressed. You can tell this is taking a lot from him.

"Is that really all? You were just jealous?" Your voice is quieter, fragile almost.

"I don't know. I wanna think it's that simple but I really don't know. There's a lot I don't understand about me, or you, or us. My mind doesn't know how to react when I see you anymore I think, now that things are different." He takes a deep breath, like saying that took a physical toll on him. "You have this-- this weird effect on me, and I don't know how to cope with it. I think it was just easier to be mad at you than to be anything else."

Anger is easier to express than sadness. The easiest out of all emotions, actually. Sometimes a little too easy.

You look to the side, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. You huff out something close to a laugh, and though he’s caught off guard by it, he doesn’t mind it. Even if you’re laughing at him, at least that means you’re not crying.

“You’ve got issues Berzatto. You know that?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told.” He smiles, and it’s heartfelt this time. Not nervous, or sad, or awkward. He’s happy to see you a little more at ease.

“It’s just really crazy to me.” You trace your finger over the edge of your coffee cup as you talk. “I spent so much time in culinary school looking up to you. And then I find out you were always just trying to keep up with me.”

Carmen’s eyebrows raise a little at your words. “Looked up to me?”

“Yeah, like… Your drive, your passion, it’s so impressive. Always looking to improve, to do better, it just— it inspired me to do better too. As cheesy as that may sound.” You smiled. “S’why I opened up in Chicago, you know.”

“Really? Huh.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Because I wanted to work with you. Or for you. Either would have been fine with me.” You sigh. “I like owning my own place, but… I don’t know, for some reason I always imagined us working together.” You smiled. “Is that stupid?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “no not at all, I— I totally get that.” He’s quiet for a few seconds, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head when he stares at you for a moment.

“I mean you’re a remarkable chef, really, like— insanely remarkable, and, well, we’re revamping the restaurant completely right now. We need people— more people, new people, and so, I was wondering— or I’ve been thinking—“ He stops himself from losing his breath from all his rambling, before he freaks you out even more than he already has.

“I want you to come work for us at the Bear.” He puts his hands together, as if he’s about to beg. “Please.”

You can almost hear yourself blinking out of confusion. There’s suddenly no more loud silences, no, the café seems dead quiet for once. All you can do is stare at him, wait for a laugh, because clearly this was a joke right? There’s no way Carmen Berzatto, chef supreme, arch nemesis of yours, would want you anywhere near him, let alone work in his own establishment.

“I’m sorry?”

He feels stupid already. You had every reason to say no. He’d been the biggest asshole in the world to you, he’d kept his distance all his life, and now he expects you to be his employee. Or, well, colleague, more so.

“I’m uh— we’re redoing the restaurant entirely. New equipment, new staff, new everything.” He swallows; the thought of everything that needed to be done arises for a moment. “We need people that work hard, who know what they’re doing and who are passionate about it. And I barely know anyone who’s better at what you do than yourself.” He pauses, waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

“So I’m asking if you’d work for me. With me. It won’t be anything like old days, if anything I— I need to learn from you.” He scoffs at himself. “Could take a thing or two about how to communicate with my staff.”

You smile, and he genuinely thinks you’re about to start laughing at him. You chuckle, but it’s not mean, it’s honest. Cute.

“You know, you have great timing.” You grin.

“I do?” the smile on his face reflects the hope he feels.

“One of my chefs wants to take over the place for me. Well, has been wanting to. I haven’t had an exact reason to say yes to her yet.” You shrugged. “Guess I do now.”

“…Is that you saying yes?”

“It’s definitely not me saying no.” Your eyes meet his, and there’s something between you both that’s different now. It’s not like there’s a switch that’s been flipped. It‘s more like this conversation was the turning page of a new chapter.

“I’ll think about it. I want to see it first. Maybe talk to some of your staff.” Carmen’s chest strains a little when he thinks about you interacting with Richie. Then he’s reassured when he thinks about you interacting with Sydney or Marcus. You’d fit in well, you have great feeling for people.

“Yeah— yeah, I get that. Totally. I can arrange that. Uhm, we’re renovating right now, actually, it’s all really kinda wild, but if you wanna stop by, chat with Syd, or Nat, or talk about the plans, let me know. I’m sure they’d love to talk to you.” He’s not lying, you seem like you’d get along well with them. Especially Sydney. Your thinking processes are very similar to each other. And to his.

Carmen gets the bill, even though you try to pay for it.

“It’s just a coffee, just let me get this one.”

You let him have this one, simply because you can’t argue with him after the conversation you just had. You’re in too good of a mood after his proposition too.

He walks you to your car, hands in his pockets when you reach it. It’s cold outside, and his breath comes out in visible puffs of air. His nose is a little red, but you think it looks cute.

“Thanks for coming, by the way,” he starts, “I know you didn’t have to. Like— after how I acted to you. But— But I really do appreciate that you’re givin' me a chance here.” He’d always been confused about how positive and faithful you were in people. He never thought he’d be grateful for those exact features too.

“No worries, I… I had a good time. I’m glad we talked.” The keys jingle as you fidget with them. Among them is a keychain in the shape of a cherry, he recognizes it. It reminds him of how little you’ve both changed. And how much.

“Yeah.” He sighs. Relieved, almost. “Me too. But I’ll let you leave, might wanna tell your chef the good news.”

“Good news?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“That you’re selling them the business.”

“I haven’t decided yet, Carm.” You scoff. But he can tell you have, you look too excited about it all to not have your mind made up yet. It excites him too. Scares him a bit as well, but what’s a new chapter without a bit of tension?

“Right. Sorry.” He huffs. “Just text me when you wanna head over to see the place. It’s uh… It’s a work in progress, but it’s getting somewhere.”

“I believe you. I’m looking forward to it.” You lean back against your car a little.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“See y’around?” You unlock it and walk up to the driver’s side.

“Course. Uh, don’t be a stranger.”

You grin, leaning down to get into the vehicle. “Never with you, Berzatto.”

He watches you drive off, standing in the cold for far longer than any sensible person has any business standing there. But he feels good. He feels warm.

He thinks about what you said to him before you left. You were right, you were never a stranger to him. You were always like a constant in his life; whether you were actually present or not. And even if he didn’t know that much about you, which he was insistent on changing, you were never a stranger.

Never with him.

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C’è una mucca nel corridoio

Sappiamo tutti che mangiare tutta la carne che vogliamo fa male alla nostra salute ma non tutti sanno che il consumo di carne ha a che fare con il nostro bisogno di terra. Il bisogno di rifornimenti di energia quotidiano si chiama fabbisogno calorico e dipende da età, genere, metabolismo, pesto corporeo, attività fisica, ecc. Per un uomo tra i 18 e i 59 anni, 1,70 cm di altezza e 65 kg di peso, il fabbisogno energetico medio oscilla tra1.620 e 3.500 kcal/giorno. Una donna, medesima età, 1,60 cm di altezza e 57 kg di peso varia invece tra 1.340 e 2.760 kcal/giorno. Tralasciando considerazioni da dietologi, la questione è “come” ci procuriamo l’energia: privilegiare la carne? Optare per una dieta bilanciata? Vegetariana? Vegana? Ognuna di queste quattro scelte impatta diversamente sulla quantità di terra necessaria. Ad esempio ogni anno per produrre un kg di burro occorrono 13,8 m2, un kg di carme di manzo 20,9 m2, un kg di pollo 7,3 m2, un kg di formaggio 10,2 m2, un kg di patate 0,2 m2 e un kg di verdura 0,3 m2.

Possiamo anche migliorare il nostro approccio tenendo conto del contenuto energetico dei diversi cibi:

1 etto di piselli in scatola 68 kcal;

100 gr di pizza margherita 271 kcal;

1 etto di pasta cotta 137 kcal;

1 etto di filetto di manzo 127 Kcal.

Il formaggio la metà della carne bovina. La verdura 70 volte meno. Le uova 6 volte meno.

A parità di contenuto energetico, la carne di pollo, ad esempio, ha una impronta al suolo di circa un terzo rispetto alla carne di bovino.

Tiriamo le somme: una superficie di terreno è in grado di alimentare molte più persone se queste scelgono carne di pollo anziché maiale o manzo. A parità di calorie, l’allevamento bovino è quello che richiede più suolo rispetto ad altri allevamenti, dieci volte più acqua di un allevamento avicolo.

Se abbiniamo la nostra golosità di suolo da cementificare con l’aumento di consumo di carne, capite bene che le due richieste cozzano. Abbiamo superato i 42 kg di consumo di carne a persona/anno. A breve non basterà l’intero pianeta. Continuiamo a sostenere il rispetto della natura e dell’umanità ostinandoci a scegliere una dieta carnivora quando il suo impatto salutare e ambientale è decine di volte peggio di una dieta moderatamente carnivora o, meglio, vegetariana o vegana.

Fonte: A method to determine land requirements relating to food consumption patterns. Agricolture, ecosystems and environment. Gerbens-Leenes, WPMF - 2002.

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VKM Reformas Penedès - Garraf

VKM Reformas está formado por un cluster de Estudios de Arquitectura, Interiorismo y Empresas de Reformas con equipos de Arquitectos, Interioristas y Reformistas profesionales en Rehabilitación y Reformas de Viviendas para Particulares en Penedès - Garraf 

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[ocavalheirodatristefigura]

Casa Pequena & Senzala

Os dias são outros, mas a tristeza é a mesma. Mudaram as senzalas, mas os chicotes continuam iguais ou, talvez, até um pouco mais dolorosos. Novos tipos de crime foram descobertos... Não existem mais navios negreiros, mas os coletivos estão por aí. Os porões se aposentaram, mas agora a fumaça nos envolve. Nossa fome é outra, agora nossas barrigas se enchem de venenos. Enchem nossos bolsos de moedas, mas é para esvaziá-los com mais requintes de crueldade... Filas daqui, filas dali. Nunca mais seremos nós mesmos. Idade média, idade mídia. Foi liberada a morte à distância quando muito. Atire no negro, atire no pobre, no gay, no que crê de forma diferente e no rebelde. Atire para matar! Abuse das mulheres e das crianças. Está na moda! Está na moda o ridículo, o absurdo e o insensato. Mostre a bunda na rua, seja a sensação do momento. Quanto pior, melhor. Destrua tudo o que sobrou de nossas lembranças. Sem educação, sem moral, desonesto... Cegos, mudos, surdos, felizes por nossa infelicidade. Apáticos ao alheio. Com nossas assombrações por onde formos. Pedaços de carme ambulantes, nunca mais seremos vivos... Ria só de deboche, sem motivo, sem razão. Coloque Deus no meio das suas tretas, o dinheiro em cima do altar, o carrão acima da moral. Faça sexo sem amor, minta via de regra de vida, faça parte da construção de um mundo pior... As noites são outras, mas com mais pesadelos. A guerra que pode começar, o desastre que pode aparecer na tela, a nova doença que mata, o novo remédio que destrói, a insanidade que chegou à galope... Nada mais é suficiente, só a insensatez, nada presta, nada vale, o candidato mentiu, o herói se acovardou, a poesia perdeu o sentido, os versos foram censurados. Não rimos mais por graça, não nos apaixonamos, não sonhamos, a nossa ternura é apenas um espantalho... Fábrica de máscaras, precisamos de tapetes para esconder as sujeiras, gavetas para escondermos os sonhos, armários para nos escondermos de nós mesmos. O comercial de uma família saudável é a nossa meta, a música da moda é o nosso gosto... Morte ao que é bom e ao que é belo. Viva ao crime patrocinado pelo estado, vivam os políticos corruptos, aos mestres da tolice e a mais sórdida decadência em que estamos até o pescoço... Os dias são outros, mas a tristeza é a mesma. Agora tanto faz, a rua, a cela ou a casa. Desde o primeiro Homo Sapiens cumprimos o nosso inferno...Fonte: Blog do Carlinhos: Casa Pequena & Senzala (rudepoesia.blogspot.com)Site: Blog do Carlinhos (rudepoesia.blogspot.comRede social: https://www.instagram.com/carlinhospoeta.oficial/ Read the full article

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VKS Organizadores Eventos Penedès-Garraf

VKS Organizadores Eventos está formado por un cluster de Agencias Organizadoras de Eventos con equipos de Organizadores de Eventos especialistas en Organización de Eventos para cualquier tipo de entidades, ferias, congresos, sociedades, empresas, convenciones, asociaciones, pymes y negocios en Penedès-Garraf 

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

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VKS Calderería Industrial Penedès-Garraf

VKS Calderería Industrial es un cluster de Ingeniería Metalúrgica con equipos de Técnicos Metalúrgicos expertos en Calderería Industrial, Calderas, Tolvas, Cisternas y Depósitos y cualquier tipo de Industrias, Ingenierías, Pymes y Empresas en Penedès-Garraf 

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[antoinegragnier]

Balade dans les Rues de Toulouse à la Recherche des Meilleurs Spots Gaming

Bienvenue dans une aventure unique à travers les rues animées de Toulouse, où chaque coin de rue réserve des trésors gaming inattendus. Que vous soyez un joueur passionné ou simplement à la recherche de lieux branchés pour s'immerger dans la culture du gaming, cette balade vous emmènera à la découverte des meilleurs spots gaming de la ville rose.

1. Arcade Vintage Café

Niché dans le quartier Saint-Georges, l'Arcade Vintage Café est un véritable paradis pour les amateurs de jeux rétro. Vous y trouverez des bornes d'arcade classiques, des consoles vintage, et une atmosphère rétro qui vous replongera dans l'âge d'or du gaming.

2. Meltdown Toulouse

Situé au cœur du quartier des Carmes, le Meltdown est bien plus qu'un simple bar. C'est un lieu de rassemblement pour les passionnés d'e-sport. Profitez de l'ambiance conviviale, des tournois en direct et des boissons inspirées du gaming.

3. Le Dernier Bar Avant la Fin du Monde

Ce lieu emblématique, rue de Rémusat, offre une expérience unique où la culture geek et le gaming se rencontrent. Des soirées à thème, des consoles de jeu en libre-service et une décoration immersive font de ce bar un incontournable pour les amateurs de pop culture.

4. Le Nexus Bar

Situé à deux pas de la Place Saint-Pierre, le Nexus Bar est une adresse prisée par la communauté gaming de Toulouse. Console de jeux, tournois, et une ambiance détendue font de cet endroit un lieu idéal pour se détendre entre gamers.

5. Fnac Wilson

Non seulement un magasin de produits électroniques, mais aussi un spot où l'on peut découvrir et tester les derniers jeux vidéo. L'espace gaming de la Fnac Wilson offre une immersion totale dans l'univers du jeu vidéo, avec des événements réguliers et des sorties en avant-première.

6. Le Fourre-Tout

Caché dans le quartier Saint-Cyprien, Le Fourre-Tout est un café associatif qui propose des soirées gaming régulières. Entre jeux de société, jeux vidéo et discussions passionnées, cet endroit offre une expérience gaming alternative et conviviale.

7. Barcraft Toulouse

Si vous êtes amateur de jeux vidéo compétitifs, le Barcraft Toulouse, situé près de la place Saint-Pierre, est le lieu idéal pour suivre les compétitions e-sportives en direct. Profitez de l'ambiance électrique et des fans partageant la même passion.

Toulouse regorge de trésors gaming, des cafés rétro aux bars dédiés à l'e-sport. Cette balade dans les rues de la ville rose vous invite à découvrir les meilleurs spots où le gaming devient une expérience sociale, culturelle et immersive. Que vous soyez nostalgique des jeux rétro ou passionné par les dernières tendances, Toulouse a quelque chose à offrir à chaque type de joueur.

[vkmlicenciaactividades]

VKM Licencias Actividades Penedès-Garraf

VKM Licencias de Actividades está formado por un cluster de Ingeniería Técnica con equipos de Ingenieros Técnicos especialistas en Licencias de Actividades para Sociedades, Pymes, Entidades Públicas, Particulares, Cooperativas, Negocios, Autónomos y Empresas en Penedès-Garraf 

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[vkmingenieriaestructural]

VKM Ingeniería Industrial Penedès-Garraf

VKM Ingenieros está compuesto por un cluster de Ingeniería Civil con equipos de Ingenieros Civiles especializados en Ingeniería Estructural , Promotores, Organismos públicos, Arquitectos, Ingenierías, Constructoras y Obras Civiles en Penedès-Garraf 

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

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VKM Pulidos Penedès-Garraf

Somos un cluster. Le ponemos en contacto con los mejores profesionales expertos adaptados para sus necesidades en Pulidos, Abrillantados, Cristalizados, Diamantados, Vitrificados y Rebajes en Penedès-Garraf

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Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[gafotografosbarcelona]

GA Fotógrafos Barcelona Penedès-Garraf

Somos un cluster. Le ponemos en contacto con los mejores profesionales adaptados para sus necesidades en Reportajes Fotográficos en Penedès-Garraf

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Ofrecemos servicios en: 

Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[vkscertificadorases]

VKS Certificadoras Penedès - Garraf

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Ofrecemos servicios en: Albinyana, Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre, Cabrera d'Anoia, Calaf, Calafell, Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles, Capellades, Carme, Castellet i la Gornal, Castellfollit de Riubregós, Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca, Copons, Cubelles, Cunit, El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell, Els Hostalets de Pierola, Els Prats de Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida, Igualada, Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada, La Llacuna, La Pobla de Claramunt, La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç, Masquefa, Mediona, Montmaneu, Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella, Orpí, Pacs del Penedès, Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber, Pujalt, Rubió, Sant Cugat, Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons, Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca, Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles, Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès, Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos, Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix, Vallbona d'Anoia, Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès, Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.

[gaecommerce]

GA Ecommerce Penedès-Garraf

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Ofrecemos servicios en: 

Albinyana,  Argençola, Avinyonet del Penedès, Banyeres del Penedès, Bellprat, Bellvei, Bonastre,  Cabrera d'Anoia,  Calaf, Calafell,  Calonge de Segarra, Canyelles,  Capellades,  Carme, Castellet i la Gornal,  Castellfollit de Riubregós,  Castellolí, Castellví de la Marca,  Copons, Cubelles, Cunit,  El Bruc, el Montmell, el Pla del Penedès, el Vendrell,  Els Hostalets de Pierola,  Els Prats del Rei, Font-rubí, Gelida,  Igualada,  Jorba, l' Arboç, la Bisbal del Penedès, la Granada,  La Llacuna,  La Pobla de Claramunt,  La Torre de Claramunt, les Cabanyes, Llorenç del Penedès, Masllorenç,  Masquefa, Mediona,  Montmaneu,  Òdena, Olèrdola, Olesa de Bonesvalls, Olivella,  Orpí, Pacs del Penedès,  Piera, Pontons, Puigdàlber,  Pujalt,  Rubió, Sant Cugat Sesgarrigues, Sant Jaume dels Domenys, Sant Llorenç d'Hortons,  Sant Martí de Tous, Sant Martí Sarroca,  Sant Martí Sesgueioles, Sant Pere de Ribes, Sant Pere de Riudebitlles,  Sant Pere Sallavinera, Sant Quintí de Mediona, Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Santa Fe del Penedès,  Santa Margarida de Montbui, Santa Margarida i els Monjos,  Santa Maria de Miralles, Santa Oliva, Sitges, Subirats, Torrelavit, Torrelles de Foix,  Vallbona d'Anoia,  Veciana, Vilafranca del Penedès,  Vilanova del Camí, Vilanova i la Geltrú, Vilobí del Penedès.