tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183738572011-07-08T03:31:09.879+02:00La Jonda es un lloc imaginari on anava a jugar sol quan era petit. Ningú, mai, ha sabut que volia dir quan de sobte deixava el que estava fent i deia, "m'en vaig a la jonda". Es el meu secret.Llop astuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985202510670380574noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373857.post-17410099974874155072007-11-23T20:58:00.000+01:002007-11-23T21:20:21.724+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0czv_iqgPI/AAAAAAAAABo/kMGjacD7xfc/s1600-h/Marc+%2814%27%29.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0czv_iqgPI/AAAAAAAAABo/kMGjacD7xfc/s200/Marc+%2814%27%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136130799643033842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0cyYviqgNI/AAAAAAAAABY/L9-PeDe9KQM/s1600-h/Jordi+Llu%C3%ADs+%2814%29.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0cyYviqgNI/AAAAAAAAABY/L9-PeDe9KQM/s200/Jordi+Llu%C3%ADs+%2814%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136129300699447506" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18373857-1741009997487415507?l=jordifs49.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Llop astuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985202510670380574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373857.post-51562012700959907522007-01-30T00:29:00.001+01:002008-03-28T19:12:54.732+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0cwN_iqgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Cz15DZGwXB4/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136126916992598210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/R0cwN_iqgMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Cz15DZGwXB4/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/RbISdQlLuFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jbwFtZvTb1c/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022096828347955282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rh0HfneLiWs/RbISdQlLuFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jbwFtZvTb1c/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aquesta entranyable imatge pertany a una de les icones sentimentals de la meva <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">infantesa</span>.<br />Per un nen com jo, que creixia en l'etapa més dura de la dictadura, quan les manifestacions culturals del nostre poble estaven prohibides, l'aparició dues vegades l'any, Corpus i Les Santes, d'una colla de Gegants, acompanyats per uns nans entremaliats i juganers, va donar peu a fer-me<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> sentir</span> que pertanyia a una <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">tribu</span> diferenciada de l'oficial.<br />Les lliçons sobre el terreny que la meva família m'anava donant, va conformar la meva <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">identitat</span>, que per cert, també <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">porta barretina</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18373857-5156201270095990752?l=jordifs49.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Llop astuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985202510670380574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373857.post-1130452957966428532005-10-28T00:38:00.004+02:002011-05-06T11:27:11.378+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">De que serveix ser lliure si estàs sol en una illa deserta i et moriràs de gana si no ve ningú a rescatar-te?<br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I si ve un i et rescata peró t'imposa una determinada conducta que coarta la teva llibertat? <br /><br />Val més morir pels teus ideals?<br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I ha llibertat quan estàs mort i ningú s'enrecorda de tu?<br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18373857-113045295796642853?l=jordifs49.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Llop astuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985202510670380574noreply@blogger.com0