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guspira, estel or stroke (spark, star, or touch)

a gift for everyone ...

to describe the moment ...

cool ... inmensos ... poetic ...

the name of this band is Catalan Mishima

and the song is called

spark, star or caress

(Letter to the final is in Catalan and in English)

My soul would take off

but my body does not let her leave

is like me if I wanted to get away from me.

But

quan l'angel or muse m'inspiren

Sóc l'ale d'un army Diví

Sóc guspira, or caress estel

Guspira, estel or caress, per fi .. .

My soul would like to take flight

but my body does not let out

is as if to get away from me.

But when the angel or the muse inspire me

am the breath of a heavenly army

am spark, star, or caress

am spark, star or touch the end ...

Building A Horizontal Fence

we found ... Spanish

seems that the election results are not very encouraging ...

continue to ours ..

today we come to an event that filled us with joy ..

newspaper Segre, Lleida city, we did a story about our trip to South America

Neus i Mikel were the authors of the report and we collaborate with drawings and photos ..

more than any place we saw, what makes us happiest is to see in these pages to families and people we met and gave us so much love ...

sorry for all those who do not leave and we would like ... but for that we have the book ... that dream seems closer every day ..

thousands of hugs to all

* you can click on photos to enlarge and read the text

* the text is in Catalan but I hope you can pretty much understand

Gloria and Albeiro and all our dear family Chinchiná, Colombia (left)

Augusta, the lovely grandmother of our friend Paul in Argentina (der)

Angelica and Gerardo , at his coffee in the Peruvian jungle (left)

Elio and Maudelina , which assisted us in his stay in rainy south Chilean (der)

Gloria and all the wonderful children United Palmitas in Salento, Colombia (der)

Rosa and Gaspar on his farm in northern Ecuador (der)

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Van Gogh's ear-Thursday, March 11 Madrid Atocha

Do you remember what was what happened in Madrid, in the Atocha station on March 11?



THE EAR OF VAN GOGH - THURSDAY

If a bit prettier and smarter, especially if, if magazine,
have the courage to cross the car and wondering who you are.

You sit in front and did not imagine that I have for you my pretty skirt,
and see you throw a glass yawn flooded my eyes.

suddenly look at me, look at you and sigh, I close my eyes, you look away,
hardly breathe, I do little girl and I start to shake.

And the days go by Monday through Friday, as the swallows Becher's poem,
from station to station, facing you and me, the silence comes and goes.

suddenly look at me ...

And then it happens, wake up my lips, pronounce your name stammered
suppose you think, you silly girl, and I want to die.

But time stops, you come saying, I do not know you and I missed you, each morning
reject the direct and choose the train.

And we're almost there, my life has changed, a special day, this March 11,
take me hand, we arrive to a tunnel that turns off the light.

I find your face with my hands, I become brave and kiss you on the lips,
say you love me and I give you the last breath of my heart.