ES MUY IMPORTANTE. LO HAN PASADO DE LA DIRECCION GENERAL DE LA POLICIA , Y DEL MINISTERIO DEL INTERIOR.
NO RECOJAIS NINGÚN MOVIL QUE ENCONTREIS Y LEED ESTO ATENTAMENTE :
POR DETERMINADAS CIUDADES ESPAÑOLAS, INCLUYENDO MADRID, BARCELONA Y VALENCIA, SE ESTAN PREPARANDO ATENTADOS INDISCRIMINADOS CON LOS DETONADORES ROBADOS RECIENTEMENTE EN 'GRENOBLE' POR E.T.A.
EL 'MODUS OPERANDI' ES ACOMPAÑARLOS DE UNOS GRAMOS DE DINAMITA E INSERTARLOS EN TELEFONOS MOVILES, LLAVEROS, ETC... QUE LUEGO SE ABANDONAN POR LAS CALLES. TIENEN POTENCIA SUFICIENTE COMO PARA ARRANCAR UNA MANO.
ALERTAD AL MAYOR NÚMERO DE PERSONAS QUE PODAIS..
+ Cruz Roja Española
Departamento de. Comunicación
c/ Rafael Villa, s/n -28023 EL PLANTIO (Madrid)
Monday, September 6
Friday, September 3
Sunday, August 29
Friday, August 27
Thursday, August 26
WAITING for JESÚS
A hot Tuesday pm in Rotondas, and strange thoughts caroused and competed with the shoppers and the flies as I sipped coffee while attempting, with my mechanical stumbling Spanish, to read a local daily.
I was waiting for Jesús.
My appointment was for around 7 but that was Spanish 7 so could be any time in reality, or could be no time at all. Mañana squeezed into the mind equation, almost elbowing the other time zones into ….somewhere in the future.
In truth, I’ve seen a fair bit of him recently. Driving his van….in a café ….banging his Batucada drum. Nice individual smokes too many Camel cigarettes and has a penchant for Rum----but then he is human….
Oh sorry, you thought I had gone religious….no no no, anyway St Peter holds those gate keys I’m told…and the jury is out whether I’m to be allowed access up there, anyway probably more fun down below.
However, the man did eventually arrive clutching his customary grin ……and I thought I saw a halo hidden amongst those tight greying curls……with only the merest trace of emotional scar tissue ….
Some people are still waiting for God…..but probably not in the shopping centre...
I was waiting for Jesús.
My appointment was for around 7 but that was Spanish 7 so could be any time in reality, or could be no time at all. Mañana squeezed into the mind equation, almost elbowing the other time zones into ….somewhere in the future.
In truth, I’ve seen a fair bit of him recently. Driving his van….in a café ….banging his Batucada drum. Nice individual smokes too many Camel cigarettes and has a penchant for Rum----but then he is human….
Oh sorry, you thought I had gone religious….no no no, anyway St Peter holds those gate keys I’m told…and the jury is out whether I’m to be allowed access up there, anyway probably more fun down below.
However, the man did eventually arrive clutching his customary grin ……and I thought I saw a halo hidden amongst those tight greying curls……with only the merest trace of emotional scar tissue ….
Some people are still waiting for God…..but probably not in the shopping centre...
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