PRIOR NOTE. knew the great article and thought I would not publish it, but if I have "put the lot" two good friends. The issue is that it can be fun if not contemptuous of Llanitos - population more artificial the world, formed by the dregs of the Mediterranean together with leftover suppuration Line - as I do.
I have always maintained that where you hear the most beautiful, loud, spontaneous speech is not Osuna Andalusian or Antequera, in Ecija or in Guadix, but in Gibraltar. Gibraltar is not English, is Andalusia. And the best sign of their identity is speech. The Gibraltar speak Castilian with the freest of the Andalusian accent. If I lived the Seneca, I would say very clearly to José María Pemán:
"It is natural to express in Andalusian Llanitos without complex 'that theirs is a poorly spoken English, eating eses. The Llanito sticks a talking eses binge Andalusia, Jose, and saves them for when you need to speak English. In Gibraltar Andalusian is spoken so well because they put the s in English. For them the torment is the Oxford accent, not to Valladolid.
I heard that the British police of the Rock, the bobbies with its black hull dressed like you see in London, will meet in a perfect Andalusian when you stop your car and ask them if you're good for the Hotel Rock:
-Po Nah, you moo here goes badly, will tené that gives a big rodeo sea, giving Nah, you improve Guert ...
Similarly, the Llanitos andalucismo of love Easter, and come to see the fraternities to La Linea, Algeciras or Cadiz, Cadiz, in that beautiful mixture of those called Stephen Martinez, Olmedo and Quico Ernest Plowman. A reader sent me the line you've heard the phrases to see Llanitos brotherhoods, in his delightful mix of both languages, English and English. For the health of their children, the Linea ensures me that he heard a Gibraltarian on Good Friday, at the very Calle Real, vulgar Main Street, the Rock:
"I can not entertain you, Jonnhy, because I'm going to buy with bulla a shirt for Palm Sunday.
And I translated my correspondent: "A shirt for Palm Sunday." I mean a dialogue between a boy and his mother
- What guild is happening now, mam?
-Chiquillo, shut up, that's going Bitterness.
And I translated: "The Sorrow." The same mother, perhaps, which heard his compassion for the hard work of the bearers:
- What little pain, daughter, have to see how the creatures out of place of work!
The 'place of work' do not know if the litter or are Trabajadera, something has to be. A Holy Tuesday heard my correspondent saw a brotherhood:
- How good is the foreman!
The "foreman" is the foreman of the crew bearers. Or this exchange:
- What is this brotherhood, Nesty?
- This one? Why, what else? Pity and Pains ...
is, suffering and pain, name of a brotherhood Línea.
But, indeed, do not know if my correspondent Campo de Gibraltar takes a point of joking Cadiz Carnival of brotherhood processions Línea fervor when I said that on the cover of a CD of a Llanito has read like a list of gear that contains "Charity of the Guadalquivir River" (Caridad del Guadalquivir). Or that Llanitos to Prayer in the Garden will say "The Prayer in the Vegetable Garden." Or place the ballot is "ticket of place." And Borriquita, "The Small Donkey."
Y 'is non é vero é ben trovato', here is the transcript I made of the voices of the foreman for the rose:
-Freddy, are you ready?
-Call us when you want, my sold.
- All for the Same, braves! To the skay with She!
That I do not believe. I do not believe that "the sky with her" has nothing to do with the escai of triplets. Not even in the Passion Gibraltar.
Antonio Burgos.
"It is natural to express in Andalusian Llanitos without complex 'that theirs is a poorly spoken English, eating eses. The Llanito sticks a talking eses binge Andalusia, Jose, and saves them for when you need to speak English. In Gibraltar Andalusian is spoken so well because they put the s in English. For them the torment is the Oxford accent, not to Valladolid.
I heard that the British police of the Rock, the bobbies with its black hull dressed like you see in London, will meet in a perfect Andalusian when you stop your car and ask them if you're good for the Hotel Rock:
-Po Nah, you moo here goes badly, will tené that gives a big rodeo sea, giving Nah, you improve Guert ...
Similarly, the Llanitos andalucismo of love Easter, and come to see the fraternities to La Linea, Algeciras or Cadiz, Cadiz, in that beautiful mixture of those called Stephen Martinez, Olmedo and Quico Ernest Plowman. A reader sent me the line you've heard the phrases to see Llanitos brotherhoods, in his delightful mix of both languages, English and English. For the health of their children, the Linea ensures me that he heard a Gibraltarian on Good Friday, at the very Calle Real, vulgar Main Street, the Rock:
"I can not entertain you, Jonnhy, because I'm going to buy with bulla a shirt for Palm Sunday.
And I translated my correspondent: "A shirt for Palm Sunday." I mean a dialogue between a boy and his mother
- What guild is happening now, mam?
-Chiquillo, shut up, that's going Bitterness.
And I translated: "The Sorrow." The same mother, perhaps, which heard his compassion for the hard work of the bearers:
- What little pain, daughter, have to see how the creatures out of place of work!
The 'place of work' do not know if the litter or are Trabajadera, something has to be. A Holy Tuesday heard my correspondent saw a brotherhood:
- How good is the foreman!
The "foreman" is the foreman of the crew bearers. Or this exchange:
- What is this brotherhood, Nesty?
- This one? Why, what else? Pity and Pains ...
is, suffering and pain, name of a brotherhood Línea.
But, indeed, do not know if my correspondent Campo de Gibraltar takes a point of joking Cadiz Carnival of brotherhood processions Línea fervor when I said that on the cover of a CD of a Llanito has read like a list of gear that contains "Charity of the Guadalquivir River" (Caridad del Guadalquivir). Or that Llanitos to Prayer in the Garden will say "The Prayer in the Vegetable Garden." Or place the ballot is "ticket of place." And Borriquita, "The Small Donkey."
Y 'is non é vero é ben trovato', here is the transcript I made of the voices of the foreman for the rose:
-Freddy, are you ready?
-Call us when you want, my sold.
- All for the Same, braves! To the skay with She!
That I do not believe. I do not believe that "the sky with her" has nothing to do with the escai of triplets. Not even in the Passion Gibraltar.
Antonio Burgos.
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