And with modesty, Quimi Portet

I read a smokesman Cinto in which he wonders what the birds say with their songs. For example. “El Gallo gets up early in the morning, but not to follow the advice of the Oreneta and go to Montserrat, but to start wallowing like a marble in the square: —I'm only from Vic. Just me from Vic. As if we were given something that is from Vic or Girona”. The little-known chaplain of Folgueroles is right. In the end the words remain and it does not matt…