My people are yearning for lost years, the identity of the soul, retreat, break
Memories of mothers washing in the river, big love, wheat germ.
My village is full of good neighbors that bring the shoulder, singing with me. Who pray my soul with pity of a friend telling the sky, the people are mine. (A.C.)
long ago I do not put anything and will not be for lack of grounds, so I first apologize to all
The second, a reminder to all neighbors who since last summer have left us. Evaristo, Lute, John, Max ...
C H A M P I O N S !!!!
Better late than never
THE PHOTOS ARE NOW! In the end, exceeded the number of people, sorry for the behavior of some who came without paying and others not to respect others and repeated dinner.
Like last year, better late than never, as are the photos.
want to take this opportunity to remind everyone that, if not go out on the internet, please tell me what. There are already people that they asked and I respect that. Similarly, those involved in organizing an event in town and willing to give permission to take pictures or I want to get your photos, you know which is the e-mail
In the section "History" section is where I want to show what they are my favorites, I hope they visit it and aportéis vuetras opinion.
I still think it would be nice for those who do not know, see old photographs of people (in black and white) and some would bring many memories.