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Cerverí de Girona o Guillem de Cervera (1259-1285) fou un trobador vinculat a la casa reial en temps de Jaume I i del seu fill Pere el Gran. 
VIADEYRA No el prengueu el fals marit, Joana delicada I No el prengueu el fals jurat, que és ruc mal educat, Joana delicada! II No el prengueu el mal marit, que és ruc que és ensopit, Joana delicada! III Que és ruc mal educat, no sigui per vós amat, Joana delicada! IV Que és ruc, és adormit, no jegui amb vós al llit, Joana delicada! V No sigui per vós amat, més val aquell que teniu d'amagat, Joana delicada! VI No jegui amb vós al llit, més us hi valdrà l'amic, Joana delicada!

The first historical inhabitants in the region were Iberians; Girona is the ancient Gerunda, a city of the Ausetani. Later, the Romans built a citadel there, which was given the name of Gerunda. The Visigoths ruled in Girona until it was conquered by the Moors. Finally, Charlemagne reconquered it in 785 and made it one of the fourteen original countships of Catalonia. Thus it was wrested temporarily from the Moors, who were driven out finally in 1015. Wilfred the Hairy incorporated Girona into the countship of Barcelona in 878. Alfonso I of Aragón declared Girona to be a city in the 11th century. The ancient countship later became a duchy (1351) when King Peter III of Aragon gave the title of Duke to his first-born son, John. In 1414, King Ferdinand I in turn gave the title of Prince of Girona to his first-born son, Alfonso. The title is currently carried by Leonor, Princess of Asturias, the second since the 16th century to do so.

Unofficial flag of Girona.

The 12th century saw a flourishing of the Jewish community of Girona, with one of the most important Kabbalistic schools in Europe. The Rabbi of Girona, Moshe ben Nahman Gerondi (better known as Nahmanides or Ramban) was appointed Great Rabbi of Catalonia. The history of the Jewish community of Girona ended in 1492, when the Catholic Kings expelled all the Jews from Catalonia. Today, the Jewish ghetto or Call is one of the best preserved in Europe and is a major tourist attraction. On the north side of the old city is the Montjuïc (or hill of the Jews in medieval Catalan), where an important religious cemetery was located.

Getting my “chi” “axé” and energy back from a long ass trip all over the south of the Iberian peninsula and Morocco. I have learned alot about myself.

Mainly, I cannot go more than 2 weeks without a hot bath, a non-creeper hug from a trust confidante and I need to take my homeopathic meds and herbs everyday. 

I also need to close myself off a little more. I am a sensitive person to other people’s pain, suffering and lack of attention or love. 

How can a curandēira manage that? I am not sure. Stay tuned.

The Sanskrit word Shiva (Devanagari: शिव, śiva) comes from Shri Rudram Chamakamof Taittiriya Samhita (TS 4.5, 4.7) of Krishna Yajurveda. The root word śi[17] meansauspicious. In simple English transliteration it is written either as Shiva or Siva. The adjective śiva, is used as an attributive epithet not particularly of Rudra, but of several other Vedic deities.[18]

The other popular names associated with Shiva are Mahadev, Mahesh, Maheshwar, Shankar, Shambhu, Rudra, Har, Trilochan, Devendra (meaning Chief of the gods) and Trilokinath (meaning Lord of the three realms).[19][20][21]

The Sanskrit word śaiva means “relating to the God Shiva”, and this term is the Sanskrit name both for one of the principal sects of Hinduism and for a member of that sect.[22] It is used as an adjective to characterize certain beliefs and practices, such as Shaivism.[23] Wikipedia 

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#OMGUG I love BARNA!!

Gitana hechicera

Aqui està, qui te la màgia gitana.

El seu poder, que t’ha d’omplir d’il.lusió,
canviarà la teva vida, el seu encant es bona ventura.
Salut, amor i fortuna, si li demanes amb devoció

Si estas aburrit, fonts de montjuic.
I per estar al cel, vine al paralel.
La que vol chicot, mercat del ninot.
I per viure en pau, a la ciutat comtal.

Màgica gitana, marabú!
Gitaneta nostra, marabú!
Tan plena de gràcia, marabú!
Guapa perque si, per que siii!

Gitaneta nostra, marabú!
màgica gitana, marabú!
romàntica reina, marabú!
la que ens va parir,…

De par en par, a todos abre su corazón,
sin excepcion, de razas ni de color.
Humildes trabajadores, grandes poetas, que le han cantado al amor.
Y una Sagrada Familia, se ha levantado en su interior.

Para el mar de amores, rumbas y flores.
Pa’ subir al cielo, vente al paralelo.
Para ahogar las penas, fuente canaletas.
La que busque novio, “mercao” San Antonio.

Gitana hechicera, marabú!
hechicera gitana, marabú!
tan llena de gracia, marabú!
mas guapa que el sol, porque siii!

Gitana hechicera, marabú!
hechicera gitana, marabú!
romántica reina, marabú!
la que nos parió..!!


Es la que sueña despierta, ama y se deja querer,
tan mujer y tan hermosa, de ahí le viene su poder!

Ella tiene poder,
Ella tiene poder,
Barcelona es poderosa, Barcelona tiene poder,

Su paseo de Gràcia, es su poder!
Los niños que lloran, es su poder!
su justa palabra, es su poder!
y la flor de la rambla, es su poder!

Gitana hechicera, marabú!
Hechicera gitana, marabú!
tan llena de gracia, marabú!
mas guapa que el sol, porque siii!

Gitana hechicera, marabú!
Hechicera gitana, marabú!
romántica reina, marabú!
la que nos parió.!!

Ella tiene poder,
Ella tiene poder,
Barcelona es poderosa, Barcelona tiene poder,
(bis x 3)

Gitana hechicera, marabú!
Hechicera gitana, marabú!
romántica reina, marabú!
la que nos parió.!!


Canción compusta por Peret para las Olimpiadas de Barcelona 92

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Over the last weekend in August I left for Morocco. I have always dreamed of traveling there as I speak French and took Arabic for a short time as well.

I left Barcelona and wound my way to Valencia. The joke by my asshole guy friends was that I was going to be sold for two camels. They FURTHER advised me to dress more masculine. I took SOME of their advice and packed clothing which would hide my figure. The camel shit was racist. I ignored that.

I booked a Bla Bla car from Valencia where I met a woman who happened to be also traveling back home to see her family and namely her 7 year old son who was being raised by her parents in Casablanca. I am still processing the trip and wondering at what point my naivete kicked in and  fear froze me from doing the right thing: namely get to safety and away from a fucked up situation.

She offered me lodging and I did not accept right away, the trip and adventure had just begun. First came the deception, a non-functioning debit card so I offered to pay ONLY after she agreed to pay me back. 400 euros later……

I spent 5 very stressful days being “hosted”….I use this loosely. I am not happy with the manner in which my trip turned out. I have a severe bout of gastrointestinal diarrhea, I was almost robbed TWICE and my “friend’s brother” tried to “assault” me while I was sleeping. I assign assault as many unwanted advances culminating with a boundary crossing of touching my body in an unwarranted or desired way.

I demanded to use the internet and wi-fi since at this time I was at day 4 of no contact with my friends and family closing in on day 5. I left the next day once he told me the day BEFORE he was divorcing his wife and wanted to marry me. I have a nice silver ring he put on my finger while I slept. I am still processing this trip and it was traumatic but, not definitive of a people.

What I am most disturbed about are the men in my life who asked me repeatedly what I did to “ask for it”. I did nothing to deserve it and even when chaperoned (not my request) I felt I could not walk around assertively and kept my head cast down to avoid eye contact. When I DID not I was subjected to alot of street harassment.

My hosts were a violent family yet a fucking paradox of love too…a child being beat with an electrical cord at 3 a.m. was the last straw. I cried and screamed for them to stop putting myself in the fray. I drew a trauma and cycle of violence chart…while explaining in fucked up Arabic and French how confused I was with the behaviors when the Qu’ran was perpetually playing in the background on a continuous cycle 24/7 in the farm house grounds. It wasn’t soothing when there was violence….I had a hard time with that thought when it came into my heart b/c I have always thought otherwise. I love the call to prayer. I love hearing sura’s being recited. 

I decided to do some research:

From this site http://www.stopvaw.org/morocco

Domestic Violence

Domestic violence is a significant problem in Morocco. The 2011 survey on violence against women conducted by the Moroccan government found that 55% of reported acts of violence experienced by women were perpetrated by husbands against wives, and that victims reported the violence in only 3% of cases.[xlix]

No provision of the Moroccan civil, penal, or family code specifically prohibits domestic violence against women or provides for protective orders or other measures of support for abused women. However, the 2011 amendments to the Moroccan Constitution prohibit “all violations of physical and moral integrity and dignity, as well as all cruel, inhuman, and degrading treatment, under any circumstances, whether committed by State or private actors,”[l] which could in theory be applied to cases of domestic violence.

I will return because I am aware this does not define a people but, I am so sad still. I just saw with own eyes how many women in my host family are treated physically, financially and emotionally ….why?

I studied the Qu’Ran and I remember Sura 4:34 but, isn’t this like the Bible’s Spare the Rod Spoil The Child? I do not think it is right?

Men are in charge of women by [right of] what Allah has given one over the other and what they spend [for maintenance] from their wealth. So righteous women are devoutly obedient, guarding in [the husband’s] absence what Allah would have them guard. But those [wives] from whom you fear arrogance - [first] advise them; [then if they persist], forsake them in bed; and [finally], strike them. But if they obey you [once more], seek no means against them. Indeed, Allah is ever Exalted and Grand.

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“There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.”
Thomas Wolfe

I show my love for everyone I know through my execution of food. I enjoy foraging for it, growing, butchering, fishing, purveying, slicing—you name it.

I have had a whirlwind month.Costa Brava, Valencia, Morocco and now Costa Brava to re-coup from a gastrointestinal bout of some microbe who I am sure is saying, “Here’s looking at you kid” as he fucks up my GI….since I picked it up in Casablanca, Morocco. Habibi indeed. (I will post photos to that later, still editing)

I have met and fallen for a Hungarian man 10 years my junior….physically a man but, a traumatized boy on the inside nonetheless. Intimacy, vulnerability, food, passion, chemistry etc. The stuff of reality…not Bizarroworld. Ladies out there, may I ask a question? What is wrong with this generation of men? I have dated 2 and they are beyond rationale…I would put them in the Dexter category. Can you give me some pointers b/c it is what I am attracting b/c I look younger than I am.

The best part about this story is his cruelty at end when I was cooking for him. He showed up late for his own goodbye dinner and thanks to his Masters in psychology tried to make me own his cruelty as my own ‘crazy’.

I decided then and there this was a mistake. I wish my heart would have buffered a but more however, I only followed when led with “yeah this feels great to me too and I love this and this and this about you as well”.

He is a traveler as am I but, I feel I enter with integrity, you know? I am not going to stop loving and I am grateful for my friend Lyndsie who came to visit in the nick of time to remind me of who I am. I am a loving person who operates with love, integrity and has what it takes to be in a healthy and loving relationship. I do not respond well to cruelty and this person knew this as I told him my story aka being vulnerable. “I can teach you to be an empathetic listener” is his tag line. I have reminded myself what my own therapist said, “People who go into psychology do it to understand how fucked up they are.” Truth Dr. Yvonne Nobles, truth.

Thanks to my fave wing girl for making me laugh, eating way too much with me and taking me to see Salvador Dali…..you are amazing! Hope to see you in one year living here!

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Que bonitos ojos tienes
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Que bonitos ojos tienes

Ellos me quieren mirar
Pero si tú no los dejas
Pero si tú no los dejas
Ni siquiera parpadear

Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus
Labios quisiera
Y decirte niña hermosa
Que eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa

Si por pobre me desprecias
Yo te concedo razón
Yo te concedo razón
Si por pobre me desprecias
Yo no te ofrezco riquezas
Te ofrezco mi corazón
Te ofrezco mi corazón
A cambio de mi pobreza

Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus
Labios quisiera
Y decirte niña hermosa
Que eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa

Nossa Senhora dos Navegantes Festival de Yemanja

Every year on February Second

, some million or more people in the Brazilian city of Salvador, Bahia, walk in procession through the streets of the Rio Vermelho district of that city, all dressed in white, making their way down to the seashore and the small house that’s said to be the home of Yemanjá, a powerful goddess (Orixá) in the Afro-Brazilian religion Candomblé. Yemanjá is the essence of motherhood, the protector of children, fishermen and sailors, and most importantly, she is the sea itself. When the celebrants reach the shore Yemanjá’s they pass their baskets laden with gifts for the goddess to fishermen to take out to sea and leave them on the waters as offerings to the Orixá. Gifts for Yemanjá often include images of the goddess, flowers and objects of female vanity (perfume, jewelry, combs, lipsticks, mirrors). Later in the day, the festival of Yemanjá becomes a massive street party which carries on into the night.

In the synchristic tradition that blends the Orixás who traveled to Brazil with African slaves with the saints and holy figures of Christianity who arrived with the Portuguese,  Yemanjá is identified with certain aspects of the Virgin Mary, and February Second in the Roman Catholic calendar is the day of Our Lady of Navigators (Nossa Senhora dos Navegantes). The celebrants at Salvador’s festival honor one divinity in two personages, the African Yemanjá and the Christian Our Lady, without thoughts of separation or difference between the two.
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Fuck Montserrat; JUST KIDDING YOU GOTTA THE RESPECT THE MOUNTAIN.

Hardest hike ever. Moonlight hike 6.13.14 from 12:45 to 6:30. Finished at 6:15/30 #8 out of 97 hikers. Only had about 90+ KMs of hiking under my belt on this leg from caminatas in the Costa Brava and around Martorell Catalunya.

I hiked in honor of my Abuelita Juana Contreras who passed on May 7, 2014 at the age of 94. #RIP

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Kozmic Blues — Janis Joplin 

Time keeps moving on, 
Friends they turn away, Lordy Lord. 
Well, I keep moving on 
But I never found out why 
I keep pushing so hard a dream, 
I keep trying to make it right 
Through another lonely day. 

Whoa — don’t discover it lasts … 
Honey, time keeps a-moving on, hey yeah, yeah yeah. 
Well, I’m twenty-five years older now 
So I know it can’t be right 
And I’m no better baby and I can’t help you no more 
Than I did when I was just a girl. Yeah! 

But it don’t make no difference baby, no, no, 
'Cause I know that I could always try. 
There’s a fire inside of everyone of us, huh-uh, 
I’m gonna need it now, 
I’m gonna hold it yeah, 
I’m gonna use it till the day I die. 

Don’t, honey, don’t you expect any answers, dear, 
Ah, I know they don’t come with ease, no, no, no, no. 
Hey, I ain’t never gonna love you any better baby 
'Cause I'm never gonna love you right 
So you better take it now, I said right yes now, yeah. 

But it don’t make no difference baby, no, no, 
'Cause I know that I could always try. 
There’s a fire inside of everyone of us, huh-uh, 
I’m gonna need it now, 
I’m gonna use it yeah, 
I’m gonna hold it till the day I die. 

Don’t make no difference babe, no, no, no, 
Honey, I hate to be the one. 
I said you’re gonna live your life 
And you’re gonna love, love, love your life. 
I’m gonna need it now, 
I’m gonna hold it yeah, 
I’m gonna use it, say, whoa … 

Don’t make no difference, baby, no, no, no, 
Honey, I hate, I hate to be the one. 
I said every time you’re gonna wanna love somebody, 
Every time you’re gonna wanna need somebody, 
You’re gonna wanna turn around, I’m gonna be there. 
No no no no no, no no no no no, no no no no. 

When you’re gonna put out your hand, 
All your want is some kind of lovin’ man, 
He ain’t gonna be there, I said, not here. 
No no no no, no no no no, no no no no, 
No no no, no no no, no no no no, 
No no no no, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 
Whoa, wah wah, whoa, 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 
Honey when I wanna reach out my hand 
I said darling all I ever wanted 
Was for you to understand me now — whoa 
Ah baby, I wanna sing about me Lord, honey, every day yeah! 

This is a song that demands audience participation. All you have to do is clap your hands, man. I know you can cope with it no matter how stoned you are, man. We are all gonna cope with it and we’re all pretty stoned, too, man. Like that! I can’t hardly hear you, man! — Yeah!

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Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. 

The Little Prince Book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.
  • Variant translations: Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.
    The essential things in life are seen not with the eyes, but with the heart.

El Viaje és Lá Salsa de La Vida

Los tesoros que encontré en mis viajes en la forma de un amante brasileño y muchos amigos.

Os tesouros que eu encontrei em minhas viagens na forma de um amante brasileiro (André) e muitos amigos.

Fica feliz!!!! Viú??? Oisteeee?

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