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Mike.
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We are here because on August 22, Castaia was born, the writer Enric Valor i Vives died on January 13, 2000, in 1988.
Valencia died and Enric Valor fundamentally represents the commitment with the language and the country and culture.
We are here to celebrate the birth of the writer Enric Valor i Vives died on January 13, 2000, in 1988.
We wish the body, we still live, the pain was our beloved Barcelona, one of our cultural capitals, much more in our houses.
As we wish before, obviously, as good people who are from Madrid, Paris, Aleppo, London and Madrid.
And for this I am going to ask you, as it is obvious at the moment, a minute of silence. But before we go, I will read the words of the writer Enric Valor,
through his character from the century of Cassana, Frédéric Genouard, in contemplating a very close horror in the space, and luckily it has already dawned in time,
the horror of the bombardment of the market of the field on March 25, 1968.
I felt an infinite compassion for that pot of women, women especially, who had to have been given a lot of recesses, such as sheep,
in the municipal garden. Thank you, thank you.
I accompany you in the minute of silence. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
The agenda, as the quote says, is textual, the agenda of these lands, between topics and truths of Piedra Picada,
we have some clear and common references that identify and unite us.
We have the rossos in Paella, the bands of music, the phayes, the fogueres, and the Moros and Cristians,
all with their fawks and their powder, Enric Valor, of course, Enric Valor, these are the references,
and the dulcines and the tabalets, at the end of the quote, because this quote is precisely what John Borgia did when he presented the act of Castile,
of course, of the Nevella. And today, I have already said it, but I wanted to end this homenage,
today, from the mother of the good and virtuous people of the Terrarium of Petrer, which is my town,
and this is one of the things that makes me proud of being from Petrer.
This is what we have there, what we have produced.
If we have the dulcines and the tabalets, we have to repeat the band of Sonora,
I imagine, live indirectly in this Alba de Valor of 2010, so much for you for many years, thank you very much.
And now, as always, thank you, I have finished.
The year of our history has come to present a very cruel and temporary winter,
and the purest came with the white coat, because the desperate, in the night,
is to expel a snowman from the graces who hung it all in the middle of the snow.
When Blay salts in the middle of the forest, when he went to the valley,
he saw that one plastered from the window and said to the woman who knew what it was to have snow.
Vicenta, Vicenta, it snowed. She was asleep. What did you say? She made a very strong snowman.
God is with us, they were going to eat snow.
And now, what are we going to do without winning your day?
I knew about Sonilla de Sopte, it is clear, about the strength of the caravan.
Blay went to bed, they died there, and I said, Farina, you say she doesn't stay.
And money, if you know what, we will see how clear Vicenta is.
The situation is presented here.
It must be said that all the Valencians are morally obliged to contribute to the light,
to the correctness, to the respect and to the diffusion of our Catalan, the Valencian.
The collective and personal dignity.
And even if the studies of other languages can enrich us,
we cannot consent to the cultural and spiritual destruction of our people
by means of the totalitarian implementation of another language.
As one of our phoenixes, Manuel Sánchez Guarnel,
the loss of an own language, the loss of an own language means the cultural death of a country.
It is not about the physical destruction of a people, but about their experience,
their secular gender, their original thought.
The search for language is in a certain way a peculiar vision of the world and of life.
In other words, the own language is the most authentic and interchangeable manifestation of their personality.
Some things are very basic, but I think they are also present.
In the middle of an island, in the middle of Penidorm and a lot of the country,
and above all, as we say, I think the only merit I have is that I have come from the next generation.
I think the merit is not because I have come, but because I think I have come from the next generation,
because it is very strong too.
Above all, one of the merits, like all of you, is that I am convinced
that since I was 12 years old, since my friend Alfonso de Castaña gave me
round-tables that I think are the editions of the bouillon, which is you, Carlos, and nothing else.
And for all this, I would like to dedicate the toast to all of you,
to all the people who are in charge of organizing at all ages, since 2011.
And above all, for the memory, for the memory of Mr. Valor,
because we do not stop reading and re-reading, because we have been able to remember it for many years.
And beyond all this, because one thing that is on our side, but not,
which is its dignification, I would like all these things to be useful
and also to make a cry for Mr. Valor's dignification for part of the administrations.
And as I said, I feel that things like going to the museum or the revitalization of planets
are being done in reality.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
Hello, Mr. Valor.
