El Diario and Diario are common names for newspapers in Spanish-speaking countries. It is Spanish for "The Daily".
Diario, also known as Diario della Settimana, was an Italian news magazine published between 1996 to 2009 in Milan, Italy.
Diario was first published on 23 October 1996 as a weekly linked to the daily newspaper l'Unità.Enrico Deaglio, Luca Formenton and Amato Mattia were the founders of the magazine. On 8 September 2008 Massimo Rebotti, previously of Radio Popolare, became the editor-in-chief.
Diario provided news stories based on investigative journalism. Enzo Baldon, an Italian journalist working for the magazine was killed in Iraq in August 2004.
In 1997 the magazine became independent of l’Unità and on Friday 7 September, after 567 issues, it became a fortnightly: a state of affairs which lasted for 28 issues and until 6 March 2009. From the issue of 3 April 2009, Diario became a monthly, with each issue being devoted to a particular subject. The magazine ceased print publication after the issue of December 2009.
The periodical achieved great successes with monographic issues such as ‘Memoria’ and ‘Berlusconeide’; in 2006 and 2007 it was at the centre of large-scale polemics which resulted from its investigations into the alleged rigging of the 2006 elections. On 5 December 2002 Diario, along with the Serbian daily Danas, received in Paris the Prix de Le Guide de la Presse.
Diario is a daily, family-owned newspaper written in the Papiamento language and published in Aruba. The managing editor is Jossy Mansur.
quisiera dormirse hoy
y aunque amanezca mañana
echarle bastante morro
y quedar para siempre en cama
tiene los ojos hinchados
y la lengua de serpiente
cuando sisea entre sueños:
“te dije que no me despiertes
si no es para hacer
de esta vida algo sustancioso
porque
soy un globo
lleno de lastres
que no me dejan volar
tantas cosas
me aplastan contra el suelo”
que ya no hay tierra de fantasía
que tontería, es una tontería
que nunca escapan las agujas del reloj
una y dos
o empiezo otra vez
o sigue esta canción
bueno, bien, mejor:
soy un globo
lleno de lastres
que no me dejan volar
tantas cosas
me aplastan contra el suelo
no lo veo nada claro
y no sabe
y nunca le toca, que no
no toca madera
hace tiempo
y quien lo quiere una vez
echarlo todo a perder al infierno
soy un globo
lleno de lastres
que no me dejan volar
tantas cosas
me aplastan contra el suelo…
soy tan real