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VII PRIZE LETTERS OF LOVE "RIBERA DEL FRESNO" - BADAJOZ

From the call from the Ribera del Fresno Radio to say that my letter "Song of the Imagi-NA-©-TION" was the winner , I could not stop smiling . I was eager to know the town, its people, meals ... everything that I like so much when I go to places that do not know. And that this particular text had won a prize satisfied me greatly. I tell you a bit:

moon was full. A phone call and a request. I had to read in the main commercial street of Seville on the occasion of the book, 2009 Nothing more, nothing less than the main commercial street, I thought. In the main commercial street my grandparents met. Both walked like they used to in those days the boys and girls. And the funny thing is that being from the same village (Puebla de Cazalla - Sevilla), were unknown. Came to work both the city and there was where they were forging the first projects for many years after his first granddaughter (me) were reading the same main commercial street, a Love Letter entitled "Song of the Imagi-NA-©-TION" and almost immediately a year later, in this April 2010, the same Letter of Love, won the VII PRIZE LETTERS OF LOVE "RIBERA DEL FRESNO.

I were waiting with a bouquet of red roses on the bed. I had booked the suite. Well ... "we had booked" ... because as the prize for two people ...

We talked

and having some drinks there in the Hospedería Posada Trattoria Nostra, where we would enjoy the evening, dinner, breakfast ... Everyone was very polite, friendly and attentive. And I was surprised that among those who welcomed me (Lola, Rosa, Juan Francisco, Manuel, Domenico ...) was an 8 year old daughter, Lola, who read my story right there Don papers while chatted over. Not only that, but the letter I had printed with two pictures of giraffes Turcios, illustrator, also ended up in his hands. What better thing I can ask a child's eyes to behold this little piece Me coming out in each text. has promised me a comment in writing and I look forward. Also I wanted my poetry book "Trujamán" were in the town library and donated with a dedication to all readers from Ribera del Fresno. It's my way of thanking the attention they have had and a way to share the letters. To continue sharing possible worlds.

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people could name all the places where we led Juan Francisco, (although most prefer you to see the photos for this article will not much flatter) the director of the Radio, who made a tour guide for all afternoon on Saturday. We appreciate your effort and kindness. The environment itself is beautiful. The great wealth that came to town, have left a legacy of palatial houses and huge houses that are truly wonderful. The same Posada Nostra where we stayed is a mansion of the Marquis de la Corona XVIII century, restored and furnished as lodging and meals that follow the criteria and philosophy of the movement, "Slow"

The place, the room, the patio, the owners ... the food (my mother!, was a dinner that almost kills us of quantity and quality ... we had to unhook everything fastened to continue tasting dishes). It is a quiet, beautiful, with exquisite taste and harmonious. I suggest that once you approach. Worth visiting the site and its owners. Some guys that will make lovely stay very enjoyable and comfortable. Have space for meetings and lectures. Meetings are open to poets and recitals. I think the place is ideal to spend a few days of quiet as well advised as this movement that I think I will point out the full ... Slow.

I liked the Casa de la Cultura, with a huge courtyard which are towers, olive groves, kestrels and an ancient mill wind. We saw exhibition of paintings by Daniel Rivas, a self-taught artist whose paintings are each as different as the techniques employed. All are noteworthy for one thing: the color, the reason, the textures ... I'll take a few windmills you will see in the photos (in that picture I felt myself transported to another time ...). We were also watching the film they have on the area at the Centre. The man who served us was kind enough to even wanted to be the trump card to read.

Then

fishing .... Upon arrival, the noise of water, a real waterfalls that made me miss my sea. The Matalascañas but also other noisy or unknown seas. The sea, the sea .... as Alberti said. What would life be without water. Are privileged to have her there. And with the rains this year, both as fishing piers are overflowing with water. Feel the sound was beautiful and felt like swimming. As seen before if we could. And last night, a small park, very cute, which runs along the water. Or ... that was my feeling.

Finally, my thanks to: Lola, Councillor for Culture and daughter. A Rosana, librarian. A Juan Francisco, director of Radio Ribera. Manuel and Domenico, Posada owners Nostra. I hope not anyone behind me.

It was very nice that a hymn to the imagination is rewarded.

A kiss to all and irrigated plant that is the culture ... you do not miss the food and grow and grow ... like magic bean. Hopefully every award given there was always warmth and closeness and I've been there.

Photos:

VII LOVE LETTERS AWARD RIBERA DEL FRESNO - CARMEN 18/04/2010 VALLADOLID 17 And

I leave some links:

Hospedería Posada Nostra Trattoria

http: / / www.posadanostra.com/

Extremadura Hoy Newspaper (News)

http://www.hoy.es/v/20100420/prov-badajoz/carmen-valladolid-gana -letter-20100420.html

Newspaper: Region Digital - Tierra de Barros (News)

http://www.regiondigital.com/periodico/Tierra% 20of% 20Barros/carmen_valladolid_natural_sevilla_ganadora_del_vii_certamen_literario_cartas-118319.html

Fresno City Council (News & Charter Published)

http: / / ribera.dip-badajoz.es/index.php/mod.noticias/mem.detalle/idnoticia.32/relcategoria.378/chk.25f7e53bbc7142a663c40aa42c95673b.html

Upon exposure of Daniel Rivas Santos Painting

http://ribera.dip-badajoz.es/index.php/mod.noticias/mem.detalle/idnoticia.30/relcategoria.378/chk.14944ef4e7148b016ac9845d471638ce.html

images that inspired the Charter. Illustrator "Turcios"

http://turciosanimal.blogspot.com/

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"Somewhere in the rain There will always be

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Jean Anouilh

One bends all you can

dealing with the beast holding strong

chest or guts

wanted And
store arrays Map

colors or boxes

smiles for moments where death
alerts.

You never know where to tighten the knife

or at what point will hate the ribs

not where or what

fetal-mind urge

the Our fourth uterus

It is known that bleeds

we walk counter-facts or against-all
and no one can love

metal driven into the navel

is almost always in the dark

Earthquakes Hurricane

delirium And that leaves the offensive
.

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One always expects the beating of the eyelids

to met (a) mor-forse
inside and on the other
and more
............ More
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time they reach the low numbers and life
has rotted shed
and worms are only happy


But
sleep like Scythe voice
stay inside the drawers
or look outside the horizon

Ringtone No
dawn if I wanted to jump rope
never to forget the song of the boatman

Illustrations: Albert - http : / / Trismegistus-mundohermtico.blogspot.com /

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All Talavera Aparicio's friends had ever received a pen as a gift. And that there was nothing particularly if it were not sent them wrapped in leaves chard. Responding to questions from all of them, Aparicio just shrugged and uttered "Vitamin A" , and continued with her chores.

In the latest installment of one of his famous pens, the question was different:

- Thanks, but ... Why did you put a pen in my gift ? With how pretty she is my resume Chard occurrence Go! - said the friend.

And Talavera Aparicio looked at her with big eyes that could hold as she whispered, "For that Vitamin A does not feel lonely" and kissed to say goodbye until the next afternoon. Without doubt, Micaela Serradilla, would be his companion.

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VII won the Love Letters Contest "RIBERA DEL FRESNO" with "Song The Imagi-NA-©-TION "Photo Contest

again a joy. I called on Wednesday for reading my letter by Radio Municipal de Ribera del Fresno, since from the 5 to 9, were the letters involved in this contest. And yesterday they called me but for me it was WINNER!

The prize is a night for two including dinner and regime bed and breakfast inn trattoria "Posadanostra" Ribera del Fresno (mansion of the Marquis of the Crown of the XVIII century, restored and furnished as lodging and meals, which follows the approach and philosophy of the movement, "Slow") . And I can assure you that after seeing online, I'm looking forward to enjoy my premioooooo.

This letter I wrote last year to the day book and read it on the streets of Seville snakes along Itimad my friends, my brother daniel, some friends and the pedestrians who were passing . Hung it on the blog at the time, but today I want to repeat given me joy. I hope you do not mind.

I have to thank Turcios, great illustrator who gave me their images on which I based part of the inspiration to write this Canto-Charter following its arguing that everything is always possible. Included give La Luna.

Kisses

Song of the Imagi-NA-©-TION

Illustrations:

http://turciosanimal.blogspot.com/

Dear Innocent:

When I asked where I wanted, I always answered "To the Moon!" Absorbed in your own will or we want, as if my words were just the wind and asked again a few hours. And I repeated: "My love, I love you to the moon and beyond!" Then you forget. I've been thinking in that long. "Can you make my words had more consistency in your heart?" And above all I needed and kept insisting that you told me you wanted to, for example, until the sun ... Because this continues, then I would ask that you would like to a galaxy that does not know the name and my love would then become a love you want in the abstract. not naming no limit to love, loved by constellations or black holes that swallow it all, I thought at the time a healthy thing for our relationship.

was how I decided one night to get on the roof. After contemplating for a while that the sky of our fantasies, I watched with amazement as if I did the first time, that moon so white, so light. I went ... E ... s ... t ... i ... r ... a ... n ... d ... O ... victim of my anxiety and I think she wanted to talk, that somehow sensed my uncertainty and looked for a moment how to communicate me. Or so I thought I saw him half-closed eye that I immediately took it as a wink. Like you I do when something you like and look for my complicity. Just so, love. In one wink I just saw a sign of approval, a "I give you leave, I'm with you" because I imagined that the moon was a little sick of being used. to give me time to reflect on one question: "! There were days where I do not want nothing, absolutely nothing! Could not be my constant love, while the moon is turned off for a few days and the whole sky was black. " And what is true is that I did not lie. If I told you I loved you to the moon because it was true. I had no guilt that she decided a few days not be. Luckily for you and you realize this, but then, maybe that's why you came and you asked the question so often the same. Somehow I sensed that the love these days, wandering through the area without finding where land "

I had no time for anything else. I did what I had to do. Sorry, my life, if you are surprised to find this letter and further, the moon on your bed. need to finally believe in my love and never ask me where. In this event only pretend that our lives do not fall into vulgarity or need every day challenges that go beyond the stratosphere. exploits do not want them like balloons.

simply love you.

Without measure.

PS I take days to recover my normal. You know I love you to kiss me neck, love, and at this point, given their length, would be a grueling job.