This image, which already has as many as 18 years ..... today is my "big Nino." I still remember the day he was born as if it was so far ..... pelrroig both Blanquet both FINET. All calm, as has always been. The year 1992 was a very important year for all Spaniards, and also for us, but for a different reason: 18 years ago today, my world came to "Nino large". Per molts anys tresoret meu! (Tot i dur far, i no li fa veure que l'anomeni aixi like!)
This image, which already has 18 years ..... many as those now made my "big boy" . I still remember the day he was born like now ... so red, so whitey, so finite. Quiet, as it always has been. The year 1992 was a very important year for all Catalans, and for us, but for a different reason: today 18 years ago the world was my "big boy." Congratulations my little treasure! (Although it is hard, and pretend that he likes to call it that!)
I am of the Catalan Association of Textile Crafts ..... Soy Catalan Association Textile Crafts of ....
Started as an illusion, and we hope it remains forever!
Chat Get as an illusion, and hope that you continue siendo siempre!
The fact is that at that famous meeting that we did in January, a cold and wet Saturday, some of us we started talking to a nonprofit organization for able to enjoy advantages such as courses, discounts, etc. .... and get together whenever we want, to share knowledge, dreams and projects in common. We encourage we go, and already have! 3 months ago funcionem, perqué hagut first ens hem d'organitzar, però ja podem dir avui that this il.lusió, S'ha realitat fet.
The fact is that in that famous encounter we did in January, a cold and wet Saturday, some of us started talking about forming a partnership NON-PROFIT, to enjoy advantages such as courses, discounts, etc ... and meet whenever we wanted to, to share knowledge, hopes and common projects. We were encouraging, and we already have! 3 months ago we ran, because first we had to organize, but today we can say that this illusion has turned to reality.
Stay So knowledgeable and informed than us lately duiem hands!
spikes will stay, and informados informadas of what we últimamente llevábamos between hands!
already said Borges : language is an infinite chain of word combinations. But while the lyrics are finite, there is no limit to the formation of words or sentences. So it is impossible to conceive a number that describes the possible combinations. In the infinite chain, extended sequence, only a small part sense: well-constructed sentences and full meaning. In the boundless command of language, the rational takes an infinitesimal part : axioms, theorems, inference rules, standards of verification.
At the borders of the rational there is a bigger territory they inhabit those sentences where there is no total completeness requiring grammar and semantics: they are not formally correct and devoid of sense, because it tends to go beyond the rational. ambiguous sentences are those that appeal to the instinctive, the paradox, the apparent, the humor, the unexpected . In a word: intensity. is the domain of poetry, still larger than the rational : "He who leads by his face mask" ( Octavio Paz).
remaining chains, forming a universe even more than the other two together, are at the mercy of nonsense, repetition and absurdity . Pending unforeseen perhaps a rational extension of the dowry of meaning - through unspeakable recesses of the human mind - opens the immensity of surrealism , where the art of combination is able to extract (after millions of miles of streams impossible and ridiculous) a spark that seems to meaning: Of, of, of. More, more, more. Ontario. Sacred.
sequences are already stretched to infinity and the map shows the borders. What remains to be done? Know if the rational is the sum of the poetry or surrealism, once reached the limits of the rational, is to invent poetry and surrealism reserve (by the grace of the laws of probability ) as possible field intensity. Response may fall into three domains. Or none.
this summer to reflect on a classic touch I checked just now a year ago Sense and Sensibility (1995) by Ang Lee . I needed all this time to discover what I write about it. I dismissal without my usual visual pills. This year it's up to Delafé and Las Flores Azules (formerly known as Facto Delafé and Las Flores Azules ) and the video for the song Holy Spirit: a perfect example of buenrollismo naïf style Barcelona with some local famosetes faces and a dash of style Institut del Teatre , so dear to these lands. Undoubtedly one of the songs on my summer 2010.
And also this one, formally correct ( Facto still in the group), and it fits perfectly in tone and style of the song ( The Indian ) adrenaline rush guaranteed within :
I want to say goodbye without a pill truly cinematic the minimetraje A shit boyfriend, de Borja Cobeaga , or how men debase us do anything with just muddle through and get what we want and how women (not always, but often) melt when they say what they want to hear, even a blatant lie. funny, intense and universal :
