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[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”https:\/\/manelqueralt.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Druda_2_795x597.jpg” alt=”Dibuix d’Irene Gracia” show_in_lightbox=”on” url_new_window=”off” animation=”off” sticky=”off” title_text=”Dibuix d’Irene Gracia” \/][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left”]Cover drawn by Irene Gracia<\/a>.[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_testimonial admin_label=”Testimonial” url_new_window=”on” quote_icon=”on” use_background_color=”on” background_color=”#f5f5f5″ background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”center”]<\/p>\n (verses in Catalan)<\/p>\n \u00abDins la fosca perdo els sentits. Els t\u00fanels,\/ a poc a poc, acreixen la dist\u00e0ncia\/ i em separen de tu que tant t’estimo.\/ I quanta solitud, quanta tristesa…\/ Tot i no veure’t mai, palpo el teu odi.\/ No ens trobar\u00edem ni que an\u00e9ssim junts.\/ No. No m’escoltes. Per qu\u00e8 no m’oblides?\u00bb<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_testimonial][et_pb_blurb admin_label=”Blurb” title=”Read online PDF” url_new_window=”on” use_icon=”on” font_icon=”\ue086” icon_color=”#ffffff” use_circle=”on” circle_color=”#8c4600″ use_circle_border=”off” circle_border_color=”#8c4600″ icon_placement=”top” animation=”top” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”center” url=”https:\/\/manelqueralt.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/WEB_Emboscall_Biblioteca_MQ_CAT_03_Druda.pdf”]in Catalan[\/et_pb_blurb][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” \/][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left”]A man and a woman, bathed in white light, slowly approached each other from opposite sides of the stage. They eventually embraced, their limbs wrapped so tightly about each other that they seemed to have merged into a single being. Then they separated as slowly as they had joined.<\/p>\n