Another contribution of last week

The "Fifth of 57" is a group of students who entered the Minor Seminary of Belvis in 1957 with eleven or twelve years old. Also students who joined later. Friend us visits, contact with former seminarians of the Minor and Major Seminary of Santiago de Compostela between 1957 and 1969, some clerics, most do not. This Blog will fulfill the function of newspapers murals illustrating small kitchen design the walls of the corridors of the seminar.
Another contribution of last week's Radio Galega: Xaviña There were eleven feet dragging smokers small kitchen design impregnated with an estate land of potatoes, which, improvising a football field in the mid 50s, had faced two opponents neighbors, as had been the CF Xaviña and FC Camariñas. Exhausted, barely climbing cobbled path of the church of Santa Maria, in a sweltering summer day, where they kept pipers playing small kitchen design muiñeiras, as wanting to encourage us; or, perhaps, like laughing at us, knowing our steps and the mammoth effort unfolded at the meeting that day. The party had ended without a clear result, because of a hard squatting before the cries of excited fans in every dispute. The wine and brandy the festivals of Santa Ana, were to condition their authority, seeing forced by fear to take decisions that have confused the balance of the game upside down. Next, both goals was to add the marker of some, such as patching the result with penalties that only he was seeing. With this panorama, the uproar would "crescendo" by the audience, who, when apetuñados small kitchen design around the field, made him break the whistle that would not stop blowing. That way peculiar to arbitrate, which had managed to rouse out but the spirits of the protagonists, who commanded the kicks through the air, and some other step shins of the "enemy" we had to beat. The honor and the honor of our shirts, though varied and no definite color, could not be conditioned small kitchen design by our weariness, nor by the adversity small kitchen design of the elements which had to face. Nor could defraud corners fellow sufferer had been with us since Camariñas; much less, the whole people in love who awaited news of strife, and, in the distance, were pending from that bowl game (without wine glass) The smell of our sweat and fatigue accumulated in the body, little could be imported, small kitchen design are weighed the honor of the flag with caramiña and the lighthouse, we were represented. Completed the war, no one knew, not even own arbitrator, who lost or who won the match. All those trafulcadas, were forgotten with greetings and switch small kitchen design grips, no more lilainas. small kitchen design The xaviñáns spread from bread making cash charge of delicacies of the extraordinary lunch feast was waiting on tables; and, we, loaded with leg fatigue, mixing shit with sweat that trickled by Pingon shortcuts of the property. And, by the revolt of the wing Paxariñas, hence we see our salvation: carroulana car Pombo- slow but "safe" - with his tired and ranqueiro walk toward us, and, with its typical face Moor, involved in a ghostly arsenal by middle of the smoke of their own exhaust draft. Tracaburrando uphill, at that moment, had been bread in a real bullet salvation, which did not wish to lose. And suddenly, small kitchen design those feet tired, as it was mired alixeiraron small kitchen design crossing by the shortcut of the property of dusty Xaviña, reaching the height of which today is home to Sara. Some of us, had managed to hang the ladder carrying d'atrás collection, and without bread Gabe forces, heroically endured baqueteo part of the trip. But, by uploading Carballas, blow dry a fochanca, sent them to the top of the roller small kitchen design descrocados cliffs, leaving us breathless and stiff; lying all along the facing position "ulna supine" our bodies. Espatelados a kind of xergón repairman, our knees were bleeding distinguished burning accumulated in the veins; and our hands, showed scratches descinchadas above those responsibilities queimóns, with flattened bodies Nazarenes without even forces or spirits bread rise. Fatigue, dry tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth, and the breath was only fit through the hole of the throat; to own shit sticking blatant in our thin leather, imitating the luster skin. Thus, we get a good piece, lying on the ground, in that painful position. Until the chance wanted to pass alongside our marriage an old place, gnawing chucharías towering Christmas, small kitchen design who beg, complainants who poured over our mouths a few penguins d'agua fresh; or, better yet, a good dump bucket full of water miraculous bread could continue small kitchen design walking the path back. ,, ... And, as they had, instead, we got a polvorón of "gift" ... (That was bread finish us off