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opens with the touch of cornetilla and starts like this:
from the Lord Mayor of this immortal city of Zaragoza, Juan Alberto Belloch know that today is start the festivities in honor of Our Lady the Virgen del Pilar. New touch of trumpet

compatriots and countrymen, strangers and aliens, aliens in general. We are on a floor with more than two thousand years old by the Iberians who lived - the famous saldubienses of popular sing-cast aside by the Romans who, tired of the wars in the north, settled here and we were founded. We called the Cesaraugusta, almost anythin! And with them we
Cardo and Decumena, Forum Theatre and Puerto Fluvial, Walls and Coso. We were ready to be one of the most beautiful cities of the Roman city, but between Arabs, Christians, French and recent builders we were leaving the ball livelier. Some of us left the Aljafería, and the name of Alba, the white city, thankfully, the French, if they are ignored, instead of being Waterloo Napoleon's tomb, had been Zaragoza.
As if that was some of the great Roman city, the builders finished so radically all historical remains that neither the majority of Renaissance palaces bore the pick of speculation. The old historic city fell under both demolition. Where there was a hole, a house.
And so, until the bubble is pricked: Bang!
But we have the humor, sense of humor: humor surreal
be pure monegrinos and make the garden better signal our identity. Tomatoes Zaragoza, the shelters of the bank, plums and lettuce and borage. All ready to be happy. We went down to the banks of the Ebro thinking it is the Seine and Central nostalgic, look at the Gallego Huerva and the nostalgia of going through those channels northern countries.
back to reality when we say, to Zaragoza or because tiny noses Charco is your parent and you remove the beret. And they had left live ball assailants hiding in the area now Pinseque civilized.
And so, from demolition and land, Ailanthus and joy, imagination and good vibes, we are able to criticize stop while we support this wonderful climate that crumbles in the sun, the north wind carries us and makes us one jot well sung, in the smoothness of a calm night we put the willies and fill us with tender nostalgia for this Roman city, Arabic, Judeo-Christian, could have been Rome, but it is Zaragoza.
We like our

earth as clay Soft Hard of rocky




We crossed the tempo in the dry

Leaving
Our struggle total

Let's make the future

A song of hope and to find



times covered with the faces

hands and lips dreaming of freedom



We like how these old trees.


cornet
Touch:

Lord Mayor: ojico tram and live the Fiestas del Pilar!