cinquante cincampari

Tinc festa (avui tinc festa)… Una “D” al calendari de Desembre de la Estrella… Podria haver-nos demanat que hi poséssim “F” o “LL” però va preferir “D“… Tant se val. És igual de difícil de entendre, aquest calendari (No d’omplir-lo, però sí de entendre-ho). Tant se val. Al cap i a la fi és festa… I ja van dir-ho els Pogues (també d’una manera un tant incomprensible)… “I am francisco vasquez garcia, I am welcome to almeria, we have sin gas and con leche, we have fiesta and feria, we have the song of the cochona, we have brandy and half corona, and leonardo and his accordione, and kalamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure and ladies of easy leisure, we must say adios! until we see almeria once again. There is a minstrel, there you see,and he stoppeth one in three he whispers in this one’s ear “will you kindly kill that doll for me” now he has won cochona in the bingo all the town has watched this crazy gringo as he pulls off the dolls head laughing and miraldo! throws it’s body in the sea. El veinticinco de agosto abrio sus ojos jaime fearnley para el bebe cinquante cincampari y se tendio para cerrarlosy costello el rey del america y suntuosa cait o’riordan nor vompere mis calliones los gritos fuera de las casas” (…) Festa