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Un paradisièr per totes en 2010 Retorn de fèsta.... Carnaval es acabat Vira la coeta, vira la coeta, Carnaval es acabat, Tornèron los « m'as colhonat ». Ailabàs totes amassats , vira la coeta, vira la coeta, Copenaga es acabat que se son plan agradats. LAaaaaaaaaa Paire Nadal Torna a l'ostal Que maire Nadal Es pas contenta. .............Que ven dolenta. LLLAAAAOOOOò Mas ... que seriá mòrt lo paure el... Es a dire ieu... Sebelit jos la nèu Sens la gota del brave Pradèl. Benlèu qu'i passariài , solide Que tombèssi dins un voide....Laaaaa..... Ara me gèli plan belament. 2009 que trescola... Càmbia pas ren a mon talent. Lo paire Nadal . Torna a l'ostal . Mitat pintat. Lo capelon s'es envolat Ai perduda la cencha raspuda. Que me petèt al darrièr trauc. La lonja pudenta de ma vida . Ma companha amarmida. Cal s' acrancar las bragas. Cal s' aparar l'... emonilh. De l'agantal dels borrilhs Zige-zaga Sul camin Se rebala...

Why don't we speak english now? To speak occitan is idiot... Lo fintaire de Manhattan ( the Observer) ( translate by Google. english e catalan Thanks to Google) . The night enveloped the towers. It formed a bubble, which shrank from the violence lighting. The night drew back before the buildings, stained neon colors. The scrolling images, streaming down the walls. The night watching the vibrant heart of the city, zebra by its straight avenues, highlighted by a succession of public lighting masts. The night flying, for lurking in the withdrawal of a doorway, a primer of impasse, a court. New York displayed his violent light, its fireworks, as the eye could no longer follow the eye exhausted to understand. The facades of storefronts, spilling over the sidewalks, emitting, the barrage of dazzling flashes. The light fell in cascades on the multitude who thronged around Broadway. The night before retreating waves powerful light. The explosion of orgasmic photons seemed to reach its p...