tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85757931434357847152024-02-19T16:06:45.093+01:00Fent ParaulesVisc i torno
a reviure
cada poema,
cada paraula.fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-54675460454110512612009-07-16T12:32:00.005+02:002009-07-16T12:40:04.617+02:00POESIA I +<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_l9ZSApDNKK1Lbcz0YsdNaTnuS4j5pYvkVi_bwhasfDULIE4z5vGpNfj3RALmabyKDkVRYKiGCEM-WDok2dR2FYEOazz4rCAd9E6avUnEBsyA6VDg64-hVzc0xtx5NPGpnhF6FBR0nrs/s1600-h/banner_poesia2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359005263717574482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_l9ZSApDNKK1Lbcz0YsdNaTnuS4j5pYvkVi_bwhasfDULIE4z5vGpNfj3RALmabyKDkVRYKiGCEM-WDok2dR2FYEOazz4rCAd9E6avUnEBsyA6VDg64-hVzc0xtx5NPGpnhF6FBR0nrs/s320/banner_poesia2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>“La poesia tot just ha començat i és plena de virtuts inconegudes.”</strong> Joan Maragall</div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-39759075924959436342009-06-23T18:05:00.003+02:002009-06-23T18:14:20.581+02:00POEMA PER UNA NIT MÀGICA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoQk5MyjF8CZcCT9CCc7bGDlLAmIBJCB1R9QMeS2auCeutiTdUlEW2kZnsqYxK3WWt0tCfo0fXKm91BCv0e-ZQ47pzeA2N0z8fNLhf7iMYPuhf-OlKCdtIBQTq1exD2W6oDJSVp4wQmc/s1600-h/sant+joan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350556992985285970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoQk5MyjF8CZcCT9CCc7bGDlLAmIBJCB1R9QMeS2auCeutiTdUlEW2kZnsqYxK3WWt0tCfo0fXKm91BCv0e-ZQ47pzeA2N0z8fNLhf7iMYPuhf-OlKCdtIBQTq1exD2W6oDJSVp4wQmc/s320/sant+joan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aPbnE3GS21EHvp67E612ATvYmYXpwE68hv0ZjfbgI5zrMgP_yUDo-cT0dL98Ny3DbpfgC24dERnfhiyuuYc6oTHAE7jMAlet6Ld-NKreYRXc6L2DNIXj6FbVn7Yisbw3rMA1-IyyOp4/s1600-h/sant+joan.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Un vespre quan l'estiu obria els ulls </div><br /><div align="justify">per aquells carrers on tu i jo ens hem fet grans,</div><br /><div align="justify">on vam aprendre a córrer,</div><br /><div align="justify">damunt un pam de sorra</div><br /><div align="justify">s'alçava una foguera per Sant Joan.</div><br /><div align="justify">Llavors un tros de fusta era un tresor</div><br /><div align="justify">i amb una taula vella ja érem rics.</div><br /><div align="justify">Pels carrers i les places</div><br /><div align="justify">anàvem de casa en casa</div><br /><div align="justify">per fer-ho cremar tot aquella nit</div><br /><div align="justify">de Sant Joan.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Per Sant Joan. J.M. Serrat</strong></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-35992027882990529202009-05-25T18:53:00.001+02:002009-05-25T18:55:41.472+02:002009. ANY AMADES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSIY_r349GcWZFw9HpsZ0X1P8ralJJkoLmeUNh4X_oDj7Le1b6_paTz0f9UNTfM_x7gsXxsr9h0hF1lmvEmDmb1bfkUmFHHSLW5tWAeGgLnvqPatg6trMIHYMInmDE9dDzDRoUtEHifs/s1600-h/50-Joan-Amades.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339805846013427474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSIY_r349GcWZFw9HpsZ0X1P8ralJJkoLmeUNh4X_oDj7Le1b6_paTz0f9UNTfM_x7gsXxsr9h0hF1lmvEmDmb1bfkUmFHHSLW5tWAeGgLnvqPatg6trMIHYMInmDE9dDzDRoUtEHifs/s320/50-Joan-Amades.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">"<em>Les produccions populars tenen un segell propi, inconfusible i molt difícil de definir, els replecs de l'ànima humana són immensament múltiples i diversos. Com ho són també els replecs de l'ànima col·lectiva, o sia del poble</em> (...)" <strong>Joan Amades</strong></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-91737367840388483952009-05-25T16:57:00.002+02:002009-05-25T16:59:38.630+02:00POESIA<span style="font-family:arial;">Passen paraules com núvols</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">pel cel blanc del pensament.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Un vent tossut les agrupa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i en fa un text de borra, gris.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Només quan porta prou càrrega,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">neix el poema: un llampec.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Narcís Comadira</span></strong>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-64670435747656842652009-04-22T18:58:00.008+02:002009-04-22T19:08:01.707+02:00SANT JORDI: ROSES I LLIBRES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4ST-3B9vTPg4eoIv9QRtPnrjDpbt8dc2vEfTk2kdwsfDammmmHWWtWccxB4jwZBrtC1x-r03JIjqdDMOTrM94IAfWiwqbvRVUA-T63VTZsGciPh9NriwS-g9qHMukjeemAhkrT9iu4o/s1600-h/SANT+JORDI+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327562843764178594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4ST-3B9vTPg4eoIv9QRtPnrjDpbt8dc2vEfTk2kdwsfDammmmHWWtWccxB4jwZBrtC1x-r03JIjqdDMOTrM94IAfWiwqbvRVUA-T63VTZsGciPh9NriwS-g9qHMukjeemAhkrT9iu4o/s320/SANT+JORDI+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesIa3i3k8Kq5zl_ZBARsKclolMCA9jHzgC_d_CDIEc8Ja7e0U0zMkI0loes5Y8ZEZ9I23umtMsS7_pqs5XTTdsc8cE6b3FkqGLE1otNJFImzssSShCBNTBi6eiwMO5G1IqbsQUxihjA0/s1600-h/SANT+JORDI+2009.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong>UNA ROSA</strong><br />Sant Jordi, santa diada</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">del passat i l'avenir,</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Fe i Pàtria nostrada</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">del meu cor fas sobreixir.</div><div align="left"><br />Oh la bella matinada!</div><div align="left"><br />Quina joia de collir</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">una rosa perlejada,</div><div align="left">una rosa a mig obrir! </div><div align="center"><br />Maria Antònia Salvà (1869-1958)</div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-79162656619999217532009-02-02T15:47:00.004+01:002009-02-02T15:56:08.380+01:00DONES AMB MISSATGE<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Dolors Monserdà</strong> (Barcelona,1845-1919) i <strong>Josepa Massanés</strong> (Tarragona, 1811-1887) són dones que van ésser, en el seu temps, excepcionals entre les seves coetànies. Dones que van irrompre en el món literari i cultural del seu temps amb plena consciència d'incidir-hi com a emissores d'un missatge ideològic. En cap moment obliden la seva condició de dona i la condició de les dones receptores dels seus missatges.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"<em>La nit ha cobert la terra</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>amb son mantell de foscor,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>amb feresa de silenci</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>i amb feresa de remors.</em>"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Dolors Monserdà</strong></span></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-35003482345237452882008-12-23T12:55:00.003+01:002008-12-23T13:03:29.796+01:00BON NADAL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdQMmEZyZ-YIbj20uInKPIDkISoMrmKegVkCRTcW9nybbqmxLo1w8Z1BnmCKGGC60ghNbJxSTvj09kDolqUltLgbKOx972xBF4t1aJ6dyaJsHW5HtN4u-Ur762FRvkcYT4NgqDQ2jjIs/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282953132051016402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdQMmEZyZ-YIbj20uInKPIDkISoMrmKegVkCRTcW9nybbqmxLo1w8Z1BnmCKGGC60ghNbJxSTvj09kDolqUltLgbKOx972xBF4t1aJ6dyaJsHW5HtN4u-Ur762FRvkcYT4NgqDQ2jjIs/s320/nadal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pel que dorm al carrer,</div><div>pel que la neu és un atac del cel,</div><div>pel que la nit devé un infern,</div><div>pel que desconeix que hi ha horitzons,</div><div>pel que viu a un inframón,</div><div>pel que no rep mirades ni mots,</div><div>pel que parla sol</div><div>també són els somnis,</div><div> el dret a l'enyor,</div><div>els sabors, l'alegria i l'amor,</div><div>les nadales i aquell ara et fots,</div><div>que la crisi personal és l'estat</div><div>permanent, vital i estructural</div><div> amb que t'ha obsequiat la teva sort.</div><div> </div><div>I la hipocresia social</div><div>ens deriva a tots al racó solidari</div><div>i ens troba un lloc a cada cor</div><div>quan la bondat expel un brot.</div><div> Isabel Barriel</div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-33370866451229259632008-12-23T12:42:00.000+01:002008-12-23T12:54:38.003+01:00PARLANT AMB L'AUTOR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNsezYH56Nd0iPsMPwj7BLcSutvVzqHZALtecpnX9v9cokUoxVgilR25-wZ87bMeLJO9tqnVKtaWGbWsZi-4NVBVGckaQAiKn1ovG6yeK9JbNml4zZRQDDl00bhAI8G_sK3bxh2SjarU/s1600-h/fent+paraules+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282952525646966258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNsezYH56Nd0iPsMPwj7BLcSutvVzqHZALtecpnX9v9cokUoxVgilR25-wZ87bMeLJO9tqnVKtaWGbWsZi-4NVBVGckaQAiKn1ovG6yeK9JbNml4zZRQDDl00bhAI8G_sK3bxh2SjarU/s320/fent+paraules+056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-92034178934317636952008-12-15T21:12:00.005+01:002008-12-15T21:17:56.449+01:00DESFENT EL NUS DEL MOCADOR<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-YBxMT7AGerqs9H_oRLlwUlLXwF4ZlenP40OhTVJLRgPQ5CATRuKw_vy7jwXb7oO19_JzddyNchdRTtUGfDr1N5jdxpBtbMRO91Qsq4_zaOQitreErEGFeZ2tKg_PTiaKwnZffHjgcY/s1600-h/NUS+DE+MOCADOR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280113048225613666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-YBxMT7AGerqs9H_oRLlwUlLXwF4ZlenP40OhTVJLRgPQ5CATRuKw_vy7jwXb7oO19_JzddyNchdRTtUGfDr1N5jdxpBtbMRO91Qsq4_zaOQitreErEGFeZ2tKg_PTiaKwnZffHjgcY/s320/NUS+DE+MOCADOR.jpg" border="0" /></a> Presentació del llibre "Desfent el nus del mocador" a càrrec de l'escriptor Ramón Erra. El proper dimecres dia 17 de desembre a dos quarts de nou del vespre a la biblioteca La Cooperativa de Malgrat de Mar.<br /></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-91900809052041172032008-12-01T19:30:00.003+01:002008-12-01T19:40:56.331+01:00"DESFENT EL NUS DEL MOCADOR"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k9QZKW0JRbiCeFq6JU9-IAvkSWsCZ_gZWOLgLeDUR3Pza7CAkTL6utT7BjvDTpTkiD2QvdRO_QBH_AXBXar-NS1aLwugftPgHUEZJBy0OWevV1eq_ody-oGtcgxMseRAnWybZeY0zXU/s1600-h/ramonerra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274892952209461234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0k9QZKW0JRbiCeFq6JU9-IAvkSWsCZ_gZWOLgLeDUR3Pza7CAkTL6utT7BjvDTpTkiD2QvdRO_QBH_AXBXar-NS1aLwugftPgHUEZJBy0OWevV1eq_ody-oGtcgxMseRAnWybZeY0zXU/s320/ramonerra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Fent Paraules" presenta el proper dia <strong>17 de desembre</strong> a dos quarts de nou del vespre el llibre "<strong><em>Desfent el nus del mocador"</em></strong> de Ramon Erra.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Lloc: Biblioteca municipal La Cooperativa</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Col·laboració de la llibreria <strong>La Pilona</strong>.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Ramon Erra</strong> nasquè a </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Vic (Osona) el 1966, però de molt petit anà a viure a Santa Eulàlia de Puig-oriol (el Lluçanès). També ha passat temporades a Girona i, actualment, reparteix el temps entre el Lluçanès i Canet de Mar (Maresme). És llicenciat en ciències polítiques. Ha fet col·laboracions a La Marxa , El 9 Nou, Encanal, El Tacte que Té, El Temps, Presència, El Temperi, Avui, Vivre en Poésie i Descobrir Catalunya . El 2001 obtingué el premi Rafel Cornellà per un retrat literari de Bohumil Hrabal. És coautor d’un guió de telenovel·la per a la televisió local de Lluçà i de diverses obres teatrals de carrer, representades pel Grup d’Actors del Lluçanès (gall). Ha participat en el recull de llegendes El Lluçanès màgic (Cossetània). Ha publicat, amb Jordi Martí, la novel·la juvenil Operació Gàbies Buides (Eumo, 2001). També és autor del llibre de viatges A Bòsnia ens trobarem (Emboscall, 2004). El seu primer llibre de contes La flor blanca de l’estramoni (La Magrana , 2001) fou molt ben rebut per públic i crítica. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">"<strong>Desfent el nus del mocador"</strong> .- Retirat a la força després d''un accident de circulació que li ha desfigurat la cara, un antic cambrer es disposa a escriure sobre la parròquia del bar de carretera on ha treballat i pràcticament viscut des que era jovenet. Un microcosmos situat en una terra de ningú, entre el camp i la ciutat. </div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-24468929445404546702008-11-03T17:37:00.006+01:002008-11-03T17:46:58.879+01:00UN MALSON DE COLOMS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKfHb-ZdoDHlWMcWiV7ohXYK-7V5T_hPbDwgUgpJZ6a5VhKNxWIeYGRkkbDxJJ0H5KuvaJVKy4xQAMEJM8G-IgJu0sUUQCZa8gbyM3aspkD99xWFNuKKpjluAVe8vyJddXCQEIsWRsvQ/s1600-h/rodoreda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264472611724898274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKfHb-ZdoDHlWMcWiV7ohXYK-7V5T_hPbDwgUgpJZ6a5VhKNxWIeYGRkkbDxJJ0H5KuvaJVKy4xQAMEJM8G-IgJu0sUUQCZa8gbyM3aspkD99xWFNuKKpjluAVe8vyJddXCQEIsWRsvQ/s320/rodoreda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Del 28 d'octubre al 9 de novembre, a la biblioteca La Cooperativa de Malgrat, podeu visitar l'exposició <strong>"LA PLAÇA DEL DIAMANT. Un malson de coloms"</strong> dedicada a Mercè Rodoreda. És una de les activitats previstes dins la programació de <strong>l'Any Rodoreda</strong> i absolutament recomanable de veure. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">"<em><strong>Un escritor que todavía sabe cómo se llaman las cosas tiene salvada la mitad del alma, y Mercè Rodoreda lo sabía a placer en su lengua materna</strong></em>". </div><div align="justify"><strong>Gabriel García Márquez</strong><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-42470846013762135592008-10-24T16:00:00.007+02:002008-10-24T16:22:50.556+02:00NOUCENTISME: EL POETA DEL MONTSENY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SlzZMq3TLa0guhz6DRRp_oQzq7ieNfThJdsp1GNKU7saFMK31-NQM6ZtSmIWFgFapzhpPvIv2jDUOPlk230Izt-rdAXKY0CpTNdKEh4lba39ID7Szp5fc3UtyIaGFN6s5_6DY5uu_z4/s1600-h/montseny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260724168804553186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SlzZMq3TLa0guhz6DRRp_oQzq7ieNfThJdsp1GNKU7saFMK31-NQM6ZtSmIWFgFapzhpPvIv2jDUOPlk230Izt-rdAXKY0CpTNdKEh4lba39ID7Szp5fc3UtyIaGFN6s5_6DY5uu_z4/s320/montseny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">" <em>Tot el Montseny s'arbora com</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>un ginestar que es daura...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Cada nivell, cada tocom,</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>la primavera instaura.</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Cada oriol apar un glop</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>d'aquella flama pura</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>que amoroseix l'esguard del llop</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>i els rasos de l'altura.</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Muntanya amunt, arbres amunt,</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>la saba fa el miracle.</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Tot el Montseny, quan és al punt,</em></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><em><br /></em></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>es dóna en espectacle."</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em> </div></span><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> Guerau de Liost</span></strong></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-74393200849439291842008-10-18T16:17:00.008+02:002008-10-18T16:50:22.879+02:00175è ANIVERSARI DE LA RENAIXENÇA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kRqY9QB2wUYyqCeF9QaMf2OJgwklP5kmks1NA89pgL9zkGW4QdLQCbUk6hRDqaD6JGYAbyFHyN6JB2kSxm6c5nZIe31GC-SnHQBOj2-OUPElxDakCHinL2ebzo8BgwAdG6S0aSMLpWY/s1600-h/jocs+florals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499294519508546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kRqY9QB2wUYyqCeF9QaMf2OJgwklP5kmks1NA89pgL9zkGW4QdLQCbUk6hRDqaD6JGYAbyFHyN6JB2kSxm6c5nZIe31GC-SnHQBOj2-OUPElxDakCHinL2ebzo8BgwAdG6S0aSMLpWY/s320/jocs+florals.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeJr5tzck-snheal49E2NXYl-sVCyvLrx3OHyz2F6Vr3a5rBwSv9iFX4toal7I2wq3o0fDvF0JwMYuTeNnxyVL8o_iJiL8h9MNfOZSERBx9yfrLK3cwQozEfoK-BytNr5Z4Jp1-tqDVM/s1600-h/jocs+florals+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499216979038258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeJr5tzck-snheal49E2NXYl-sVCyvLrx3OHyz2F6Vr3a5rBwSv9iFX4toal7I2wq3o0fDvF0JwMYuTeNnxyVL8o_iJiL8h9MNfOZSERBx9yfrLK3cwQozEfoK-BytNr5Z4Jp1-tqDVM/s320/jocs+florals+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Moviment català de ressorgiment cultural que s'inicia a la primera meitat del segle XIX. Catalunya inicia una recuperació literària i cultural sense precedents. La llengua catalana conquereix poc a poc l'estatus de llengua de cultura. La Renaixença travessa totes les realitats socials. La publicació l'any 1833 del poema d'Aribau "La Pàtria" es considera tradicionalment el punt de partida del moviment. El primer diumenge de maig de 1859 se celebrà la primera festa dels Jocs Florals de Barcelona. Els Jocs Florals actúen com a centre i motor de la Renaixença. El lema serà "<em>Pàtria, Fides, Amor</em>".</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p></p><p><em></em> </p><p><em>"Plau-me encara parlar la llengua d'aquells savis</em></p><p><em>que ompliren l'univers de llurs costums e lleis,</em></p><p><em>la llengua d'aquells forts que acataren los reis,</em></p><p><em>defengueren llurs drets, venjaren llurs agravis.</em></p><p><em>Muira, muira l'ingrat que, al sonar en sos llavis</em></p><p><em>per estranya regió l'accent natiu, no plora,</em></p><p><em>que, al pensar en sos llars, no es consum ni s'enyora,</em></p><p><em>ni cull del mur sagrat la lira dels seus avis!."</em></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Fragment</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> del poema <strong>La Pàtria</strong>, <strong>B. C. Aribau. 1833</strong></span></p>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-7614420693986115842008-10-08T17:22:00.006+02:002008-10-08T17:39:20.784+02:00POEMES PELS MÉS MENUTS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynOxrPz5iY-PFaPpDQO9VLq0ATtlSXN-fUWw9uz8mBw9tdW_34kaOm8wLuodlXKGnFvbWY6xFPvm7Vk6w1jt8tRnzd7gsYzbi5tfr2lLyttGMvj_9LzwuPoEQsBl55Ag45DHkDJfDOAw/s1600-h/Marina+jugant+a+la+sorra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254806726901441378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynOxrPz5iY-PFaPpDQO9VLq0ATtlSXN-fUWw9uz8mBw9tdW_34kaOm8wLuodlXKGnFvbWY6xFPvm7Vk6w1jt8tRnzd7gsYzbi5tfr2lLyttGMvj_9LzwuPoEQsBl55Ag45DHkDJfDOAw/s320/Marina+jugant+a+la+sorra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>"La Marina juga al sol</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>amb la closca d'un cargol;</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>s'ha volgut tombar d'esquena</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>i troba un cranc a l'arena.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>El cranc és petit,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>li puja pel dit,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>li passa pel nas,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>li baixa pel braç,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>el cranc s'ha espantat</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>i ja s'ha amagat."</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><strong> Olga Xirinacs</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></strong><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">De ben petits, abans de parlar, quan ni tenim dents, ja hem escoltat alguna poesia, oi? Cantarelles, moixaines, cançons de bressol. Tradicionals o noves. Cantades pel pare o per la mare, pels avis o la cangur. Són les primeres rimes que sentim, la primera comunicació en llenguatge poètic. Entre el "Plou i fa sol..." i els poemes dels adults hi ha tot un univers de paraules per descobrir. Per què no donar a conèixer els poemes que molts autors importants escriuen o han escrit per la mainada?</span></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-14942013189194714732008-10-08T16:42:00.005+02:002008-10-08T17:44:23.650+02:00AMAREM-NOS DE POESIA PORTUGUESA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZhqy15hRS_79fe8WSzAoLuUr1RGYX-tzYphuSFzobsp0Nwd8F2XMXHfP3kSDkiNZbDgRrTHpJBKjx7etRXUP0OlRvHHmU6935PnaRLAQcs_uHijI5tUAqdmEfUoqnLkhrSX42bo6cH8/s1600-h/HPIM2090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797730369171458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZhqy15hRS_79fe8WSzAoLuUr1RGYX-tzYphuSFzobsp0Nwd8F2XMXHfP3kSDkiNZbDgRrTHpJBKjx7etRXUP0OlRvHHmU6935PnaRLAQcs_uHijI5tUAqdmEfUoqnLkhrSX42bo6cH8/s320/HPIM2090.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMSvX0gM4fGnnsmyZ8UNJRkb4xpIJ3Ubp7rqGIOz8gPBbcOPmLcwMegFQ1BhDonWhE3lGYcBJ3omPygeX32f-uEiPTwDJOaphyphenhyphen7cTxgRtmXPREDmZZjWvdw0HbuEQoXQZEK1IOSMuaMo/s1600-h/HPIM2101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797369733331650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMSvX0gM4fGnnsmyZ8UNJRkb4xpIJ3Ubp7rqGIOz8gPBbcOPmLcwMegFQ1BhDonWhE3lGYcBJ3omPygeX32f-uEiPTwDJOaphyphenhyphen7cTxgRtmXPREDmZZjWvdw0HbuEQoXQZEK1IOSMuaMo/s320/HPIM2101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsnVZRDp3PQtN2INK9nHvJjbjEpHbAjlVy2eKh96eDp6GzRjSM_xa-Glb3F9g-ZphC6LPU0I42-_RC1GGV79GvpzJ5eOUxstCSIUTuw-TwsBtwHkJOaAFiYRpw6Jck76r-TNA4kbpfjo/s1600-h/HPIM2096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796929278940242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsnVZRDp3PQtN2INK9nHvJjbjEpHbAjlVy2eKh96eDp6GzRjSM_xa-Glb3F9g-ZphC6LPU0I42-_RC1GGV79GvpzJ5eOUxstCSIUTuw-TwsBtwHkJOaAFiYRpw6Jck76r-TNA4kbpfjo/s320/HPIM2096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxVxXVWXlrAzj5Irdr8GaN0lehuae9FDgXLRIxRZUek-la8u0QO8NaoYE1uITNhdgYrr6EDKII1KjrgVWo9xPIfDmXoQ5xxJslwdrX8a4tB6C85guHgkXNIvSaf4NJapgYg87LWQPmyc/s1600-h/HPIM2078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796515155520786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxVxXVWXlrAzj5Irdr8GaN0lehuae9FDgXLRIxRZUek-la8u0QO8NaoYE1uITNhdgYrr6EDKII1KjrgVWo9xPIfDmXoQ5xxJslwdrX8a4tB6C85guHgkXNIvSaf4NJapgYg87LWQPmyc/s320/HPIM2078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">No deixa de sorprendre descobrir la riquesa poètica portuguesa. Una poesia feta de veus com Nuno Júdice, Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Eugénio de Andrade i el gran Fernando Pessoa, entre d'altres. Hem fet una volta per aquestes petites joies poètiques des del nostre racó del <strong><em>Fent Paraules</em></strong>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>"Quan la pàtria que tenim no la tenim</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>perduda per silenci i per renúncia</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>fins la veu de la mar se torna exili</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>i la llum que ens envolta és com reixats".</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Sophia de Mello</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div></div></div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-56670285416199178332008-09-20T20:37:00.021+02:002008-10-08T17:46:42.160+02:00AL COR DE LES PARAULES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7M57mdjiGAQ_dqQKP-4e5ZYt5KcMce2gw9eW6JU3HZ3mA4hLoTiuSstITOBma71jgRss0pjy9eG3ghR9jq0TEm5IkIIysfl2-C-FLiS1XJynAUqvjxfiJYI9mr-pFtgDXzPmnnp4N2E/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873329144492882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7M57mdjiGAQ_dqQKP-4e5ZYt5KcMce2gw9eW6JU3HZ3mA4hLoTiuSstITOBma71jgRss0pjy9eG3ghR9jq0TEm5IkIIysfl2-C-FLiS1XJynAUqvjxfiJYI9mr-pFtgDXzPmnnp4N2E/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqCdfz7L08872ZGSB5jrsTNOK__-YMHVlcSFj_2ZgTTSVcc9RgpYgEnjK5zSVFuVuKmlbWJQVcbSiOBv6kXfPqNRWWN0pQQI3apuYns8KdJtaDWGveYD52IrH21Aq5mwylh6Z9J9d55U/s1600-h/poesia3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248175431164885794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqCdfz7L08872ZGSB5jrsTNOK__-YMHVlcSFj_2ZgTTSVcc9RgpYgEnjK5zSVFuVuKmlbWJQVcbSiOBv6kXfPqNRWWN0pQQI3apuYns8KdJtaDWGveYD52IrH21Aq5mwylh6Z9J9d55U/s320/poesia3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9cx-29RBwevThgJ6qVnas8-Hf9gBbWVOFxUSHpTl350Ed6mJXDbpijLAjmiO759bBevOQoS8Iib0bDAT0lg66M_YuMqb8A4qwMr5-7FcEu7EKYJrBzlLFkeQr5_wwJdZlEus0E5xkM0/s1600-h/poesia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248174808414870754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9cx-29RBwevThgJ6qVnas8-Hf9gBbWVOFxUSHpTl350Ed6mJXDbpijLAjmiO759bBevOQoS8Iib0bDAT0lg66M_YuMqb8A4qwMr5-7FcEu7EKYJrBzlLFkeQr5_wwJdZlEus0E5xkM0/s320/poesia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />El recital. L’assistència. La generositat de tothom. La sintonia, l’admiració. Un acte entranyable que deixa un bon gust de poesia. La degana de les poetes catalanes, la que hem admirat pel que diu, pel que escriu, pel que sent. Un pols amb la força, l’expressió, la poesia de la Laia. L’emoció d’escoltar dels llavis de la pròpia autora el vers tantes vegades resseguit :<br /><br /><em>“Per això, com sóc filla<br />d’aquesta terra tan trepitjada,<br />he sortit rebel”<br /></em><br /></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-66991897862796812352008-09-15T21:03:00.004+02:002008-09-15T21:18:55.768+02:00CESARE PAVESE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmotkJ4yCgEkqDQoIMN5Z5CUkO5iewMIv7eEEDspUQVM4iekidT4kmCFTx-27HJufqmtNnyGGT3VsxDi_wSG6W8DrJ-qU0J7YhqTTZH_w1ywJ6fQacowP90O66PZUR4MXiVjyzHBObO0/s1600-h/pavese.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246326314577352322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmotkJ4yCgEkqDQoIMN5Z5CUkO5iewMIv7eEEDspUQVM4iekidT4kmCFTx-27HJufqmtNnyGGT3VsxDi_wSG6W8DrJ-qU0J7YhqTTZH_w1ywJ6fQacowP90O66PZUR4MXiVjyzHBObO0/s320/pavese.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">"<em><strong>Jo començo a fer poesia quan la partida és perduda. No s'ha vist mai que un poema canviï les coses</strong></em>."</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">C.P. 19.6.1946</span></p><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Cada dia algú neix i algú mor. Aquest setembre fa cent anys que va nèixer Pavese, un dels grans de la literatura europea de la primera meitat del segle XX. </span></p>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-33138115139965145412008-09-10T19:57:00.001+02:002008-09-12T18:07:36.708+02:00TARDA DE DIUMENGE FENT PARAULES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk93GpUKNci2_oWh1vf2IHzz3Y0bPB2n55OeEAEFKJYbfKXY4bQGAOqpbECkxRxyqOjrrEpaQvpG40-NYKAlBxx4zi6qC02wN2IGVBycHXrkEpLlSUzPUF6KvQ9wpKmaW3YaIFFQPhrwo/s1600-h/termo+i+cafe+5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244454393288760818" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk93GpUKNci2_oWh1vf2IHzz3Y0bPB2n55OeEAEFKJYbfKXY4bQGAOqpbECkxRxyqOjrrEpaQvpG40-NYKAlBxx4zi6qC02wN2IGVBycHXrkEpLlSUzPUF6KvQ9wpKmaW3YaIFFQPhrwo/s200/termo+i+cafe+5" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknVDoc_Ocl0JDnAjcjHej3OsSUaaIjZeYrdWQcpRjIB77eT68398VIfRdfZU0kQeLLmnRsXZQQ2GPnzQM84ujKIEiAGkFhKoqmT4t7T0Hne4eOlxRiYx-6Sc6NvnhoHvxeayxnXc7qXQ/s1600-h/termo+i+cafe+4"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KvZ2FQZDcSh0UW3AyxKghgQNgIinoxnt_Gd8e0xCrM7iBozsDFmCzta8k6dS8PUPvUhe3idJgQhfMNLqEGi1IhOEgw74GK82brxhMIyzQLwTNGTxgWhaAYNkJ4fUJIgegiKMndTuqD0/s1600-h/termo+i+cafe+4"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJr4JBPF8I0pj0VNgafjafEM1DO92HxMnHcc2-sHdS-5saIWqrQP7UYE9uR34Dm_6k2oetDPuHDhoyQ3_mcJ6rQxaxsZK-ZuANc5FZDxlYZ4jqma9viZJH_N9wzjGtiKcHRdZ2aZQdUSw/s1600-h/termo+i+caf%C3%83%C2%A9+3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244454051495090162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJr4JBPF8I0pj0VNgafjafEM1DO92HxMnHcc2-sHdS-5saIWqrQP7UYE9uR34Dm_6k2oetDPuHDhoyQ3_mcJ6rQxaxsZK-ZuANc5FZDxlYZ4jqma9viZJH_N9wzjGtiKcHRdZ2aZQdUSw/s200/termo+i+caf%C3%A9+3" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRN3H9sOJLUdSB2Sf86rMLrnv5SQAPJh1Qgj5LSH2mKAJZlE6F0VmFfrJjXMBBCoDMTdE1GxCoRdhxhRvUTFGwfIb9Rt26zY126HgGAP9AMO4tBq3X2nzGsEeOAUPSzEtmFKlGAjG1Fg/s1600-h/termo+i+caf%C3%83%C2%A9"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244453947580448130" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRN3H9sOJLUdSB2Sf86rMLrnv5SQAPJh1Qgj5LSH2mKAJZlE6F0VmFfrJjXMBBCoDMTdE1GxCoRdhxhRvUTFGwfIb9Rt26zY126HgGAP9AMO4tBq3X2nzGsEeOAUPSzEtmFKlGAjG1Fg/s200/termo+i+caf%C3%A9" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zTuF5Z2PFQJU8Rx5RdKZcerEvQOoH2TcfwsMyTOSA25yUJqKgCtnM6moFp-rPU0jalyMjidmQ6vvKMY_BZ6zhtJoj4GkVH8hNuI99_1UO79JRFe7oRxpk2mp9STPcsAg7YC5Jh7muvI/s1600-h/termo+i+caf%C3%83%C2%A9+2"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFBaPRNe6Gx__DBiegA37Mv5XrHQ42nKKKuZ657IdJzRoydG3qH5IM4ytTXQ4UJjm3_W71DqrD5GkiNjNCN_sgOlJ_bSVD3V8i_cdi7SkTexvX2US-6kTkuYdtRFWQNrW7p9C-qXK5UQ/s1600-h/termo+i+caf%C3%83%C2%A9+2"></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Tarda de diumenge de setembre. Una trobada d'amics i amigues. Uns llibres. Poemes. Conversa. Un cafè i pastes. La ràdio. Aquests petits moments que et regala la vida.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-10724602459581751862008-09-02T11:35:00.000+02:002008-09-12T18:02:33.229+02:00MALGRAT PLE DE PARAULES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdD2hBZ95gVgpBhPV5JcAY63FqgdlXUaa_fit3ET0hMak3yx-3p4I0n2vZWAOAlXdVj7L4kg0Db9mRkExcK4R_G9X6gQIAdIN6PcPcW1I-4S2k6E04GnlSPoSaccv6lLHmoGk3FyAkgw/s1600-h/cartell+montserrat+abell%C3%83%C2%B3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763563567163842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdD2hBZ95gVgpBhPV5JcAY63FqgdlXUaa_fit3ET0hMak3yx-3p4I0n2vZWAOAlXdVj7L4kg0Db9mRkExcK4R_G9X6gQIAdIN6PcPcW1I-4S2k6E04GnlSPoSaccv6lLHmoGk3FyAkgw/s320/cartell+montserrat+abell%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGYCGOtpXSWzz5pjX5D9M6LFwDyWP8vJJRgLCuYE_09t8Zqn3EzP9cv6TZgKEhpm7BXHHdmZQ9v9SOH2k4KHFRvsxrE7UOtG9AxpaitgbpBh4VN9FAyZwkpjH_XJdqDRKhPoV3Us8wy8/s1600-h/cartell+montserrat+abell%C3%83%C2%B3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763336857267058" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGYCGOtpXSWzz5pjX5D9M6LFwDyWP8vJJRgLCuYE_09t8Zqn3EzP9cv6TZgKEhpm7BXHHdmZQ9v9SOH2k4KHFRvsxrE7UOtG9AxpaitgbpBh4VN9FAyZwkpjH_XJdqDRKhPoV3Us8wy8/s200/cartell+montserrat+abell%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpnaWggtwwW3eorv8_RpHTHmIte1ozbne5ksno713M7FX_GTdK_fM4hpIc0Ta0LLUF20UzZghPWMaLRx7B4RpCyMRsO0xJrtIs-73N4MxTm1LRAOw-hv1ZtqbhTn_42FZiD1ZFCDOquc/s1600-h/abell%C3%83%C2%B3+target%C3%83%C2%B3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiCqMwVZC6mzsYC4jpp6SUmpdEupbt_F3DO73reKQI0AR4RQJF4Xzh3H4YpyI_C9sJoV9A9rzKyRFy3j5yFN6io4Akk7Uih1ws1g4mFTZLc0DVw-pmAS7DWXo17le350EoGV5WUoyKV4/s1600-h/abell%C3%83%C2%B3+target%C3%83%C2%B3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDoUkM5-kXFrk1R5BLmy9IWiHGqt87mh3i4CU5QcpwSumWBKIQavOoTcRn5OP0GuvrSsTA3dt68LybKLV_TD2MKXfabkkXjr-wzGYjme-2mbFje9cJetm0E5kqJY1Qo8YYoLV4ArBE0K8/s1600-h/abell%C3%83%C2%B3+target%C3%83%C2%B3.jpg"></a><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br />Sessió de poesia a Malgrat el proper divendres 19 de setembre de 2008, a les 7 de la tarda, a la Biblioteca La Cooperativa.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4PrwyDiDPC9FDLv9UEI8kjOP0jzFC8R9Oo7B9rCAM0OnoGoW_rhbdXsPHE3PMt4vBRklpX3qseYn6oy268nJzwO6E3LiadHlCMPp4EtD8EcF_2zMSAmgxEV0CM9f6ScM5hyphenhyphenh3smgi-s/s1600-h/cartell%20mai%20m%C3%A9s.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-17065034705245934732008-08-29T18:39:00.001+02:002008-09-12T21:58:15.572+02:00SETEMBRE DE POEMES AMB MONTSERRAT ABELLÓ I LAIA NOGUERA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdvZgpBG9RxTlu4f1jWpCKECPIPm17t4KDZvrXn3HJ1Ddz_hlLMHb7UraHVMn0FyTmGdKdHm7zOe1Q8mVRZqagQQXK-raNEdnejUioK7wvOfqSE7sVJjDJAjExgwobCZA4RE4tC4KFQA/s1600-h/abello.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081832065898754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdvZgpBG9RxTlu4f1jWpCKECPIPm17t4KDZvrXn3HJ1Ddz_hlLMHb7UraHVMn0FyTmGdKdHm7zOe1Q8mVRZqagQQXK-raNEdnejUioK7wvOfqSE7sVJjDJAjExgwobCZA4RE4tC4KFQA/s200/abello.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081755967779842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 101px; height: 114px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarOwsqljblZO0UubFTVTlmN5VpGgL_DiUJutiOzwsH5t8bMNxAEatXAFCEnqNqwhvR312VEYErHcwY0Zn83-LlvWvBeyFsRpCHTnhTz59NRL_RsHZPxgIRTtbRHq40f14pzlUSpBb_ME/s200/laia.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Idea, propòsit, il·lusió. Ara, realitat. Després de donar voltes i parlar amb uns i altres, finalment la veu de <a href="http://www.escriptors.cat/autors/abellom/">Montserrat Abelló</a> i <a href="http://www.fti.uab.es/quarkpoesia/poetes3.htm">Laia Noguera</a> podrà escoltar-se a Malgrat. Si tot va bé serà el proper 19 de setembre a les 7 de la tarda a la Biblioteca La Cooperativa. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Us esperem!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>"Sembla una cosa esquifida:</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>embolics de vent als arbres;</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>puntes de nit al llindar de la porta;</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>recordar-te amb por al teu llit;</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>fantasmes que et feies,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>petits, i ho són tot."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Laia Noguera</span></span><br /></em></strong></span></div></div></div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575793143435784715.post-56768123756110830682008-08-29T17:29:00.002+02:002008-10-08T16:41:03.135+02:00TORNAR A COMENÇAR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxo54J9tMm_bUkto_G0zY10bzlOYEmWucYzDTwi2oK0LivksDcBKrm5RkpzmJhQyXL4Evq1mCLKfpZMAaubAATMrP82EKDRHHaj3ZmRzEN94telwwWshbJuW91nHhAHGCo7x_Tgi8WnY/s1600-h/HPIM2081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792743390016834" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistUpmCGZeJDL424NB5k5FqZx-1MMWhiruD_i_WtMOLh6XhTiUV9XlVSTbDTwqZ97O1tVpY241ATjp5VuFUn-0Tc2ukwcwdedArHGwIsJgY2xwRjGD_et3mRHqBbZoQErPTx3r-ThaBmM/s200/MONTSE+ATLAS" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0soTsn58BbDuW_IIL0zVI2MmSjr9WxYr5DIrAnfs2_OUqtG41tlkI-ZyPEVAREYF7zCwWPftDYL02FEHx3RpC2cDFRz1X3lTXVxtsJRRBBODoyg0HyvVXrwR-3Va0rf57COPlM6gtME/s1600-h/ana+atlas"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091188446128818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0soTsn58BbDuW_IIL0zVI2MmSjr9WxYr5DIrAnfs2_OUqtG41tlkI-ZyPEVAREYF7zCwWPftDYL02FEHx3RpC2cDFRz1X3lTXVxtsJRRBBODoyg0HyvVXrwR-3Va0rf57COPlM6gtME/s200/ana+atlas" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqEBRN2S4Hml-AkCkxF-QwuCaVRBDSbMhJq-11Fq6cMq_rX5rHthXgy63Ta3L46XGgHIdBmTAA1nr_G7h5auCFxAdtu8VmBLWb0oift_4-Vs0p_TPZbdqyi5k08jIH1NR5PWTFYAJWK8/s1600-h/NEUS+ATLAS"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090915973776626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqEBRN2S4Hml-AkCkxF-QwuCaVRBDSbMhJq-11Fq6cMq_rX5rHthXgy63Ta3L46XGgHIdBmTAA1nr_G7h5auCFxAdtu8VmBLWb0oift_4-Vs0p_TPZbdqyi5k08jIH1NR5PWTFYAJWK8/s200/NEUS+ATLAS" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUYXO3SShwjSdT2aoHLeM36F1e6Fw-YHu_mZ2Qtf3t156nK83HcaTU4VbrCfl0-jF_B4PgeV8QidAvd0QMTLAY5lQw53B7V7LYmfqMs-wY-wgLnIDdoUye_ap2Z5IptA_Pyag2LfODHw/s1600-h/georg+atlas"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Retorn al racó dels poemes i les paraules. Aquest espai que hem construït entre tots sense més pretensió que vessar verbs i sentiments. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><br />“Voldria escriure<br />amb força,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>de foc els versos</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>sense deixar entreveure</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>ni l'ombra dels meus dubtes”. </em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Montserrat Abelló<br /></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>fent parauleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06524470960690605498noreply@blogger.com0