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Porta

Porta \Por"ta\, n.; pl. Port[ae]. [L., a gate. See Port a hole.] (Anat.)

  1. The part of the liver or other organ where its vessels and nerves enter; the hilus.

  2. The foramen of Monro.
    --B. G. Wilder.

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porta

n. 1 (context anatomy English) The part of the liver or other organ where its vessels and nerves enter; the hilum. 2 (context anatomy English) The foramen of Monro.

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porta

n. an aperture or hole opening into a bodily cavity; "the orifice into the aorta from the lower left chamber of the heart" [syn: orifice, opening]

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Porta

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Porta (rapper)

Christian Jiménez Bundo (born 2 July 1988 in Barcelona), known as "Porta", is a Spanish rapper. He became popular in 2006 through his huge success in social networks, with his demo No es cuestión de edades (2006) and No hay truco ( 2007), which were widely disseminated on the Internet, where he broke the record of downloads. Porta won greater popularity by releasing his first album En boca de tantos (2008). His third album Trastorno bipolar was released in 2009 but did not have the same sales success as his first LP because it did not have the same promotion. Both albums were released by Universal Music Label group. Over time, Porta had disagreements with his label and ended up resigning his contract on 24 August 2011. His previous work, Reset, was released on 7 May 2012 under the label PIAS Spain. After leaving the Universal Music label, his new album scored a number of sales and was welcomed by the public in a positive way and he gained more followers. His latest album Algo ha Cambiado was released on 10 June 2014 in physical format in Spain and in digital format (on iTunes) worldwide. No hay truco is Porta's most downloaded album. Porta has about 11 million followers on all his accounts online.

Usage examples of "porta".

Two shadows dressed in green uniform But before they could carry out their task, Porta had turned his gun on the one and the Legionnaire had planted his knife in the other.

We finally withdrew to a safe spot and listened to Tiny and Porta arguing about which of them should be allowed the privilege of pressing the plunger.

They were preceded by a jeep flying a red flag, and Porta looked at them longingly.

Instead, we pushed Porta forward as our best interpreter, and he gave the old boy an amiable one-toothed grin of unparalleled villainy and addressed him in Russian.

His skin was parched, the wrinkles scored so deeply that they were like gaping ravines, but his eyes were a bright, clear blue as they looked Porta wonderingly up and down.

Gregor and I were crouched behind Porta, the MG pointing skyward, ready for any attack that might be launched by Russian infantrymen in the area.

Tiny and Porta roared with exhilaration and the sled hit the hard-packed snow and bounced up again.

We had all been given supplementary rations of vodka, a liter each, before we left, but Porta, in his usual manner, had ended up with three times more than anyone else.

The Legionnaire, who was the only one apart from Tiny and Porta who seemed unmoved by the crazy cavortings of the sled, patted the boy condescendingly on the back.

The slightest error of judgment by Porta and we should be thrown hurtling into space toward the jagged brick ruins which waited for us on either side of the track like so many open mouths.

At the very last second Porta gave a despairing wrench at the wheel and the sled slewed away in the opposite direction, but we had no time to sit back and applaud, nor to mop our brows with relief, nor to check our casualties, for the second sled was approaching fast.

The cook, meanwhile, had succeeded in negotiating another loan from Porta, at some phenomenal rate of interest.

Finally, for want of anything better, Porta shouted back an obscenity.

Tiny shading the flashlight with one hand while I held the map and Porta licked the end of a pencil stub and laboriously marked in all the Russian positions between point X and Yersovka.

We proceeded uncertainly for perhaps another hundred yards, when this time it was Porta who stopped.