-Holy Queen! – Grandma makes. All she straightens. His gray eyes, nervous, discounted any calamity. Mechanically raised his arms to-late! – To ward off danger. A rag of white hair that has been unleashed with the leaves, drops almost to the nose.

Tell me, tell me what you did. Gracieta, Quim! come.

That is too. In Tinet believe sincerely that there is not so. So, disgusted, went to see the rose. And then a warble fascinates him.

But, tell me at once. What have you done with the vase? What you said?

In Tinet, that looks red, really desperate for it to be a real pity. It has a world view of man:

-Nothing, baba … that vase … the room is old! -
GUESTS OF THE CONVENT.

To the Gentiles A concurrent concerts. M. C.

Allow me, admired friends, you disturb a moment to tell you an old story. But first of all, I express you my gratitude. I’ve always liked the music in nature, and in concerts that you attended the agencies, reunion, besides the music, the murmur of leaves, water and gorgolament xiu-xiu of Venteta.

With your tender conversations with your confidences in whispers, difumeu some music, take away her cruelty. Your collaboration in pleasure of our ears, is so deliberate and conscious, then you have just one piece of the concert, silent, partly because you do not think of anything, and partly because parloteig understand that then it would be useless.