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A preview of a great new church in 2026

The  in Barcelona, here in 2018 with 75% built :

And a simulation of the remaining work until its planned completion in 2026 :

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Voilà l'outil commandé pour lire votre KDO d'anniv

39 € en Amazon reconditionné. Il peut même numériser le vynile !

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A French singer and symbol : Renaud

Surprisingly maybe, Renaud, now 68, is one of the most popular French singers in France, among 3 generations of people.

He has composed 26 albums since 1975, of which 20 million units have been sold.

His songs are socially engaged, and his simple, unique look and way of life have made a symbol of him.

One of his greatest hits was the song Manhattan Kaboul which won a "Victoire de la Chanson", the most important song prize in France.

It was written soon after the Twin Tower attacks in 2001 and the war in Afghanistan, for his duo with Belgian singer Axelle Red.

It talks about an American man native of Puerto Rico and an Afghan girl, who both died in the towers, where they worked.  Here are lyrics in  Italian   -  English   -  French

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One of the two surviving Beatles plays like a child

In 2019, drummer Ringo Starr - aged 79 - playing "Yellow Submarine" song on toy instruments (with American show presenter Jimmy Fallon) :  VIDEO

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Photos by Wilhelm Chang

A travel photographer from Taiwan, whose images have appeared in magazines such as National Geographic and TimeOut London.

MANHATTAN KABUL

Piccolo portoricano
Ben integrato, quasi newyorkese
Nel mio building tutto di vetro e acciaio
Faccio il mio job, una pista di coca e un caffé

Bambina afghana
Dall'altra parte del mondo
Mai sentito parlare di Manhattan
Per me ogni giorno miseria e guerra

Due stranieri agli antipodi, così differenti
Due sconosciuti, due anonimi, eppure
Polverizzati sull'altare
Della violenza eterna

Un settequattrosette
è esploso nelle mie finestre
Il mio cielo è diventato temporale
Quando le bombe hanno raso al suolo il mio villaggio

Due stranieri agli antipodi, così differenti
Due sconosciuti, due anonimi, eppure
Polverizzati sull'altare
Della violenza eterna

So long! Addio, mio sogno americano
Non sarò mai più schiava dei cani
T'imponevano l'islam dei tiranni
Ma quelli avranno mai letto il Corano?

Sono tornato polvere
Non sarò padrone dell'universo
Questo paese che amavo tanto
Sarà allora un colosso d'argilla?

Gli dei, le religioni
Le guerre di civiltà
Le armi, le bandiere, le patrie, le nazioni
Ci renderanno sempre carne da cannone

Due stranieri agli antipodi, così differenti
Due sconosciuti, due anonimi, eppure
Polverizzati sull'altare
Della violenza eterna

Due stranieri agli antipodi, così differenti
Due sconosciuti, due anonimi, eppure
Polverizzati sull'altare
Della violenza eterna

MANHATTAN KABUL

Little Puerto Rican
Well integrated, almost New Yorker
In my building all of glass and steel
I take my job, a rail of coke, a coffee

Little afghan girl
On the other side of the earth
Never heard of Manhattan
My daily life is misery and war

Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but yet
Sprayed on the altar
Eternal violence

A 747
Exploded in my windows
My sky so blue has become a storm
When the bombs razed my village

Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but yet
Sprayed on the altar
Eternal violence

So long! Goodbye my American dream
Me never slave to dogs again
They made Islam tyrants on you
Have these ever read the Koran?

Turned to dust again
I will not be master of the universe
This country that I loved so much would it be
Finally a colossus with feet of clay?

Gods, religions
Wars of civilization
Weapons, flags, homelands, nations
We will always make cannon fodder

Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but yet
Sprayed on the altar
Eternal violence

Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but yet
Sprayed on the altar
Eternal violence ...

MANHATTAN KABUL

Petit Portoricain
Bien intégré, quasiment New-Yorkais
Dans mon building tout de verre et d’acier
Je prends mon job, un rail de coke, un café

Petite fille Afghane
De l’autre côté de la terre
Jamais entendu parler de Manhattan
Mon quotidien c’est la misère et la guerre

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés sur l’autel
De la violence éternelle

Un 747
S’est explosé dans mes fenêtres
Mon ciel si bleu est devenu orage
Lorsque les bombes ont rasé mon village

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés sur l’autel
De la violence éternelle

So long ! Adieu mon rêve américain
Moi plus jamais esclave des chiens
Ils t’imposaient l’Islam des tyrans
Ceux-là ont-ils jamais lu le Coran ?

Suis redev’nu poussière
Je s’rai pas maître de l’univers
Ce pays que j’aimais tell’ment serait-il
Finalement colosse aux pieds d’argile ?

Les dieux, les religions
Les guerres de civilisation
Les armes, les drapeaux, les patries, les nations
F’ront toujours de nous de la chair à canon

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés sur l’autel
De la violence éternelle

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés sur l’autel
De la violence éternelle…