30.6.08

Don't give up

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my name
But no one wants you when you lose

Don’t give up
’cos you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good

Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we’d be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground

Don’t give up
You still have us
Don’t give up
We don’t need much of anything
Don’t give up
’cause somewhere there’s a place
Where we belong

Rest your head
You worry too much
It’s going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don’t give up
Please don’t give up

’got to walk out of here
I can’t take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That river’s flowing
That river’s flowing

Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs

Don’t give up
’cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not the only one
Don’t give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don’t give up
You still have us
Don’t give up now
We’re proud of who you are
Don’t give up
You know it’s never been easy
Don’t give up
’cause I believe there’s a place
There’s a place where we belong


...a ua gran parelha e ara mia hemna qu'ager disabte ère eth sòn anniversari

a toti, vos estimi.

Don't give up

17.6.08

12.6.08

Hounds of love



Felicitats!


hè nau ans èrem en hèsta...



Deman ei Sant Antoni portatz-vos ben!



Running up that Hill

...impresionant cover

9.6.08

Talking Timbuktu

Ei tot un plaser er es tempsi que corren poder escotar a persones coma Mendiluce tau coma aué auem pogut escotar en programa Àgora deth 33.

Èm deuant deth discors facil, deth discors populista, deth discors xenofòb, quan es tempsi son malaisidi tostemp culpam ath deth costat des nòstes penes.

Quan vieuem per dessús des nòstes possibilitats e ara fin per un cúmul de problèmes resulte que non podem pagar era ipotèca resulte qu'era colpa de tot ei der immigrant o deth govèrn qu'ei eth madeish.

Quan abandonerem eth nòste trabalh entà anar tà trabalhar ara construccion pr'amor que se pagaue eth doble non pensàuem que aute aucuparie eth nòste lòc e ara qu'eth sector ei en crisi, qué?

Era colpa ei der immigrant que mos a trèt eth nòste trabalh.

Quan mos auem pogut perméter suenhar as nòsti pair-sénhers en tot pagar uns mísers 500 èuros a ua eqüatoriana seram disposadi a pagar-ne 1000 a un catalan d'arraïtzes?

Se clar qu'arrés s'a preguntat se eth madeish ei immigrant ena sua tèrra, non?

Era mia mair hè seishanta-uns ans que va emigrar d'Albacete tà Bossòst, ei immigrant? Jo hè setze ans que vau emigrar der Aran cap ua auta tèrra, soc un immigrant?, ath delà trabalhi en un aute país trègen-li seguraments eth trabalh a un "autoctòn".

Er argentin simpatic ei mens immigrant qu'eth gambià que non parle ne gota d'espanhòu e mens de catalan...? Er ultra-milionari fotbolaire brasilé nacionalitzat espanhòu ei mens immigrant qu'eth senegalés qu'arribèc damb un cayuco? Eth polac, caucàsic com nosati e catolic ei mens immigrant qu'er eqüatorian cremat peth solei? Ès mès aranés tú que pòrtes tota era vida en Aran que aqueth que venguec de Barcelona o aqueth que venguec de Thies o de Criova a guanhar-se eth pà?

Ac tròbi tan absurd tot plegat...


Soukora

7.6.08

Caillou

Ara comprenetz pr'amor que non pogui dedicar-li temps ad aguest blog, pr'amor qu'aguestes tres meravilhes m'an panat eth còr e eth temps

6.6.08

My Funny Valentine


Hège fòrça dies que non trobaue un moment entà pèrder eth temps un shinhau e sonque navegar sense direccion.

Seguraments auem fòrça motius aguest darrèr mes entà reflexionar un shinhau, mès en mèn cas è de besonh un shinhau de relax... sonques tranquilitat...

Ua petita joia trobada aué: http://talhdaran.blogspot.com

Gràcies Montseta,

A lèu...