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    Learn languages over a drink with experienced native teachers. Aprende idiomas en un ambiente agradable y con profesores nativos. 5€ for one hour and fifteen minutes*
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    TRUJILLO & CÁCERES and WOMAD 2016 Trip
    Beautiful towns, FREE live music festival
    Saturday, May 07, 09:30am
    Sundays Intercambio de Idiomas
    Tarde-noche del domingo entre amigos e idiomas
    Sunday, May 01, 07:00pm
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    looking for a swedish language exchange/letar efter svenska utbyte  Madrid, Spain| by Yoli
    I´m a spaniard that can speak little swedish,I used to be very fluent but I´ve forgotten most of it.I´m looking for swedish friends also. I can offer my Spanish and English and also nice company. If you are interested send me a message here or e-mail me at:yoli_balsera@yahoo.es.

    Jag är en spanjorska som letar efter en svenska utbyte.Jag kunde svenska ganska bra innan men nu här jag glömmat nästan allt. Kanske su kunde hjälpa mig? Jag kan hjälpa dig med ditt spanska eller Engelska.Jag skulle vijla svenska vänner ocksá. Om du är intresserad du kan skicka ett mail: yoli_balsera@yahoo.es.
    tack sá mycket
    French/Italian for Spanish or English  Napoli, Italy| by Lucía
    Hello everyone!
    I'm a erasmus Spanish student in Naples and i'm looking for someone to speak in French and in Italian.
    I'm able to speak a quite good English, but I have a low level in French and in Italian and I would like to improve them.
    Conversation Exchange  Madrid, Spain| by Mar
    Hi you all!
    My name is Maria (32) and I live in Madrid. I would like to practice English, French or Portuguese. In exchange, I can help you with your Spanish. I love traveling, reading, going to the movies, hiking or just having a nice conversation around a cup of coffee or a drink!

    If you are up for an exchange, just drop me a message!

    Spanish-english exchange¡¡  Madrid, Spain| by Javier Perez
    Hi¡ I'm a PhD student in madrid and I would like to improve my english¡ I am a friendly and easy-going person who likes to talk about travels, new experiences, food, beer, etc. If you want to talk do not doub to put into contact¡
    I sell paintings  Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    I sell paintings. My e-mail is englishleader@abv.bg
    Feel free to use the Multilinkual global hodgepodge forum!
    description Madrid, Spain| by CAROLINA
    Hello. I'm Carolina. I live in madrid. I would like meet new people and learn italian.
    Room Madrid, Spain| by Sara tyndall
    Would like a room from April 24-30 in exchange fot english lessons. (Walking distance to center)
    paintings Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    A place called WORLD Madrid, Spain| by Beatriz
    Hi guys. I am Bea from Madrid, I am looking for meet people around the world that is here at this moment for job or studies or live here and want speak in English. Anyway, I am 26 years old, and I would like if someone or a group want meet and have a good weekend, sharing hobbies, try new things (food, experiences..) The nice weather is coming. if someone is interested in do THINGS, and want meet people while we learn...no only English, please let me know. Have a nice day!
    Sin Grecia no habría más mundo (civilizado) que recorrer Madrid, Spain| by Talismán eBooks
    Una mujer sola. Una mochila. Pasaporte y tarjeta de crédito. Toda la curiosidad del mundo y ese mundo por delante lleno de aventuras esperando. Un universo de personas maravillosas de todas las nacionalidades dispuestas a compartirlo todo y a cuidarla. Porque si tiene alguna ventaja viajar sola siendo mujer, es que todo el mundo te protege.

    Sin Grecia no habría más mundo civilizado que recorrer es la primera de las 21 divertidas crónicas de la intrépida Lizzy Fogg, alter ego de la periodista Elisabeth G. Iborra. Trepidante como un libro de aventuras, útil como una guía de viaje y sobre todo práctico por las opiniones y recomendaciones que ayudan al lector a conocer en profundidad los rincones secretos de cada país y las costumbres locales que dan pistas al viajero para que lo reciban con los brazos abiertos.

    Sin Grecia no habría más mundo civilizado que recorrer forma parte de la colección La vuelta al mundo de Lizzy Fogg que publicará la editorial digital Talismán eBooks. Narradas en un estilo muy personal, deslenguado y crítico, pero llenas de humor y sobre todo sorprendentemente originales y útiles, Elisabeth G. Iborra desvela sus secretos de viajera experimentada y las mejores pistas para disfrutar con pasión y humor la vida social y cultural de cada país.

    La autora ha recorrido Grecia e Islas, Portugal y las Azores, Viena y Suiza, Noruega y Finlandia, India, Japón, China, Seúl, Hong Kong y Macao, Vietnam, Laos y Camboya, Tailandia, Malasia y Singapur, Filipinas e Indonesia, Australia, Nueva Zelanda, Israel, Norteamérica: New York y México, Centroamérica: Costa Rica, Panamá, Colombia y Ecuador, Brasil y Amazonas, Perú y Bolivia y Chile.

    De cada país ha extraído las peculiaridades, anécdotas y direcciones útiles para narrarlas como crónicas de viaje y ofrecer al lector una experiencia de lectura inolvidable y divertida.

    Puedes leer las primeras páginas del libro en http://bit.ly/1NJZhfZ
    Hallo Leute! Madrid, Spain| by Pablo Quesada
    Hallo Leute!

    Ich möchte mehr Deutsche sprechen und lernen. Können Sie mir hilfen?

    Ich würde froh sein wenn Sie eine Email mir schreiben.

    Wann können Sie uns treffen?


    Liebe GrüBe
    A poem for My Beloved Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    A poem for My Beloved
    1.He is like a bunch of myrrh,
    He is gilding my fingers
    With fragrance.
    He is weaving into between
    My breasts, He is cloaking on
    My pearl buttons in sunrise redden
    Like a droplets of blood,
    A necklace of my heart,
    A star of cinnamon tree,
    A porcelain cup with milk
    On a small table,
    Till a silver spoon which
    He is taking up slowly along
    His stifling lips, and like a butterfly
    Is swallowing a little chalice of my heart.
    My beloved is walking and decreasing.

    2. He wakes the forests green like emerald
    Hayricks, white droplets, running on the
    Face of the sky.
    Eyebrows of clouds ,each snowdrop
    bowing down
    Under His white fingers.
    All blade of grass reducing.
    The pomegranates are like big chalices
    For Holy communion.
    My Beloved lifted it.
    His back have been cut of
    Smart whips, blood veronicas
    Shoots up His white skin,
    Strained like a drum, for fierce mad
    My Beloved will never be separated
    From my breasts.
    Myrrh deeply in my bosom and I
    Live from her Holiness,
    Golden lichen in golden hoops,
    Tightens up my heart.
    Beloved how giving out a sweet perfume,
    Smells a summer.
    Sea impression Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    Wave a sea softened
    and a pain and a tenderness
    throw dreams in fascination
    of the blue.
    And let shave the waves of
    Your eternity , oh, weigh
    above me,
    oh,weigh a coast of years.
    Carry far in azure, spiral
    with bulging little abdomens,
    flutter with mahagony pinions
    and already in vain expect you
    to stop the scales harbours
    with hot flames for You are
    Far away, far away ,far away,
    stretched string,
    heart and frank await the
    hymn of June.
    All sea sisters are dressed in
    mother-of-pearl garment
    embroidered of kiss of
    In the morning hunts them
    fishermen and revive with
    breath of their man’s hands.
    In the evening girls wash
    their black tunics,
    in their blue hearts,
    their feet white ,who cadge
    heavy chains.
    The night is squeezed enigma
    and ugly,
    predatory like a bat pecking
    of scarlet fig.
    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
    remember His steps
    which go through you noiselessly,
    and ou swing like
    bloody wine-
    hold in His fingers Herod,
    Pilate washes his hands,
    in Yours heirs
    and they bristled like winter
    icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
    There at Golgotha
    hearing terrible cry,
    blood gushes like
    wounded river disappear
    like Easter roses,
    in weeds of flushed
    preditory crowd,
    to open way of
    Who is He?
    Do you heard
    His name ?
    He is Messiah,
    God’s anoited
    Jesus Christ.
    Like little sheeps,
    clouds of candy floss,
    they welcome festivaly.
    Barefooted are feet
    of lovely swarthy steps
    of the sun, came to bow,
    before You , Creator.
    The sea throws his
    magnificent silver flesh,
    blue like heavently lace,
    to swallow all stars
    only Bethlehem’s
    stays inextinguishable,
    pretty like uncreated
    like an apple of not
    born girl.
    Copyright © Nina Mindova
    The rock Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    I saw a rock among blue valleys,

    among sea darkness,

    one rock shines,

    divides it sea espance

    of piles of arrows

    and there like a heart

    stays among rocks.

    On this road thorny

    I saw a wounded bird,

    she brings in bill

    a small stray wheat,

    and crimson blood

    which pours over,

    colours like with moss

    a cold rock.

    Warms up the rock,

    of its touch timid,

    and alive of calm

    dreaming her I

    catch sight of ,

    but bird engulfed

    the cold earth,

    to breath lifeless

    dead rock.
    WAKED WITH BLAZING a poem by Nina Mindova, Bulgaria Yambol| by Nina Mindova
    Waked with blazing
    expanses of morn,
    adorned with sunrise,
    with sense of smell of
    woodland flower.
    Your sleeves of cloud
    pillars burn.
    The soul of Your
    Israel’s nation follow You.
    The pathway towards
    Canaan is long and winding
    like Easter cake,
    like manna is sacred
    the bread of your nation.
    His blood boils up
    like wine , is hotted
    of long way in wilderness.
    Wake , all, springs,
    call out, all rivers ,
    I want to drink of water
    of eternal life, I want
    to take cross of Your
    suffering to pass through
    darkness of sin purged in
    fire of Your Word.

    - See more at: http://www.voicesnet.com/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=130417#sthash.xcz24ANw.dpuf