Festejo pasado por agua
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"] La plaza no estaba a tope, es evidente, pero había un público atento.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Tampoco era una gran orquesta[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]pero los músicos se entregaban.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Eran tres: batería, bajo y guitarra.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]En el bar el ambiente caribeño animaba a consumir mojitos.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Cuatro Evas para un Adán madurito.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Las tres gracias.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]La simpatía de Mónica[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Comissió de Festes de La Sagrera[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Aquí el protagonista es el «mojito».[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]El romance de la noche[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Los Caribeños[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Tanto mojito, tanto mojito...[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]la fiesta terminó mojada por la lluvia. ¡Oh![/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Al final me fui a la cama a terminar de leer la novela «Tu corazón, Idoia», de José Luis Muñoz.[/TD]
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©Susana S.Villafañe
Fuente: http://plazamasadas.blogspot.com/
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"] La plaza no estaba a tope, es evidente, pero había un público atento.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Tampoco era una gran orquesta[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]pero los músicos se entregaban.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Eran tres: batería, bajo y guitarra.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]En el bar el ambiente caribeño animaba a consumir mojitos.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Cuatro Evas para un Adán madurito.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Las tres gracias.[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]La simpatía de Mónica[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Comissió de Festes de La Sagrera[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Aquí el protagonista es el «mojito».[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]El romance de la noche[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Los Caribeños[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Tanto mojito, tanto mojito...[/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]la fiesta terminó mojada por la lluvia. ¡Oh![/TD]
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[TD="class: tr-caption, align: center"]Al final me fui a la cama a terminar de leer la novela «Tu corazón, Idoia», de José Luis Muñoz.[/TD]
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©Susana S.Villafañe
Fuente: http://plazamasadas.blogspot.com/