Comentaris de lloques impersonals i transferibles
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som unes campeones!!! quina calorassa que feia!!!Molt bones santes!!!
proposta d'actes per anar les lloques & polluelos
(o només les lloques...)
baixeu-vos el pdf de totes les activitats fent link aquí.
dissabte 24
tarda - Gegantada
vespre - Concert de Gospel
nit - Havaneres & cremat
(*) Quedem a les 23:00h al Bar Europa, en primera convocatòria. I per a les que vingueu de més amunt o no us vagi bé etc.etc. a les 23:15 a la botiga de Can Castany. La idea és veure'ls baixar i qui s'hi vulgui afegir des del davant, ballar una estoneta a la plaça Santa Anna i qui s'animi tornar a pujar però des del final, aquesta vegada. Com a bones mares lloques que som, aquest any no hem pogut resistir més la insistència dels polluelos grans i les gavines que vulguin també vindran (mares de dofins, vosaltres sabreu valorar si també venen)
8 mantes de bebé cap al Senegal...
gràcies a la fundació Babel punto de encuentro i la coordinació de la Marga.
Amb els vostres quadradets solidaris i la vostra llana solidària,
comencem a enviar la feina feta cap al Senegal.
gràcies mares (i iaia) lloques!!!
en detall...
ON - Cambados, Passeig Marítim. La Virgi ens ha reservat una taula a la fresqueta a nom d'Angeleta Ferrer...
Mireu-les que felices... sense pollo, sense pollets.... 3 lloques de convivències cantarils, japi dei!!!There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years.They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoebox in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoebox and took it to his wife’s
bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents.“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily.”
The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the doilies.”
El club de las malas madres
Lucía Etxebarria
Bésame mucho
Carlos González
El cerebro de mamá
Katherine Ellison
Mi niño no me come
Carlos González
Supermares!
Care Santos
