EPHEMERAL STORIES
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
THE WATER FROM WHOM I DRINK
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
PASSERS-BY WITHOUT A COMPASS
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
NATURAL PRESERVES
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
LUCRÈCIA MOYA BAPTIST
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...
WHERE DO I COME FROM
... salt shaker in hand as my best ally to enjoy the wonderful tomatoes that came out of the sweat of those who taught me to love, figs hunted by a monkey who wanted to climb with and without permission in order to fight against ants, chickens that received us with a morning "send eggs", loquats that seduced the least sweet on the face of our little land [1], anarchist chard that came out as they pleased, roses that turned into water to become antidotes to all evil, Angelillo, Pinto and Marchena celebrating our afternoons of peanuts and beer under the best shade that a vine could give. All these things and many more, left "Villa Mari", there on the outskirts of Bellvei, in the Baronía del Mar, near a castle that never knew its king, but if dethroned little princes in search of vaccines not suitable for minors ... All that and much more, made up my childhood, in this corridor of life, in that paradise that did know its owner ...