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While you’re waiting for us to finish your page, just take a walk around the wild amount of pages giving a certain, though undetermined light about our view of things. Of course we don’t share necessarily points of view as reflected in words, though certainly the spontaneity, originality and even … obvious lack of perfection in presentation.

Perhaps the main guide lines of our perspective could be said just in: the sublime was born out of chaos and is in it

The story of our warrant:

“Americans are looking with a somewhat dispaired air at a mysterious coming and going of logos, sceals, weapons and crests, colours and little pictures, information transferred with great secrecy from country to country provoking immediate radical reactions even from the Lord Chamberlain of the British Court and not understanding what it all is about again, suspecting deepest revolutionary movements hidden away in the most noble houses, and starting to get a little nervous.

I’d be thus necessary to provide two or three little imformations concerning most accurate historical happenings whose authenticity we can’t though warrant.

Although little people know about these things, it is true that the royal warrant on goods of quality was actually Spanish. One of the most beloved English hobbies was to tease the proud and serious Spaniards by always picking away from them all sorts of magnificent pictures whose exact meaning was difficult to translate into English. One day, a little from that time hooligan managed to pick the Spanish warrant through some magics and many seductions, even perhaps a sailor song, and very proud of himself landed with many boughs in front of the Queen, especting thus his knighthood. “Damn, you,” the Queen said, “if ever the Spaniards learn about this theft, they’re going to ask again millions and millions for compensation and ruin the House as it has already happened three times.” And sent him away without a thank. The beautiful colours of the House of Leon and others seduced though the Queen who couldn’t resist temptation and kept it whispering to the surroundings:”Children, we’ve the warrant.” In greatest secrecy she managed even to build up a system that was warrant in fact for the fact that the warrant holder would never but really never come in touch with the Spanish market. The poor people thus condecorated were almost forbidden to export and were assured of their income by extremely high national prices and the ‘appointment to the Queen’ (selling to Palace).

Many thousands and thousands of years later, an innocent hooligan manages to pick the warrant from an English site and completely unaware of the historical quarrel underlying the whole, distributed with greatest happyness the same warrant among some merchants in Cuenca, Ecuador, assuring (see http://todocuenca.wordpress.com) a rational relationship between price and quality along with the integration of oldest traditions into the contemporary market (some of them were even slightly awarded as little hooligans by the way, but taking into consideration the lack of vile intention around the whole.)

Nothing would have happened if some very proud holder of such a warrant would not have boasted himself in front of the Spanish consul, who, unluckily was a devoted fan of heraldics and immediately, yes, immediately recognized the weapon of Leon (For the lost in the matter: a weapon is attached to a territory, a colour to a title, a crest to helmet) and started making researches. Very well linked he managed to put 347 people in Spain to make researches by arguing that “pero cómo se van a pasear los escudos nacionales asi de cualquier manera por cualquier sitio” (but how are national weapons going to be left anywhere anyhow.) After some weeks, a woman in a library found the said colour in a book of the 17th ctr that nobody had read for the last 200 years, at least. “Y cómo lo han encontrado?” (But how did they find it?) she asked herself in deepest wonder. And immediately suspected some forlorn inheritor gathering troops against the crown of Spain (at least), or ‘in favour’, the other said, ‘who knows.’ Many aristocrats were thus diligently and carefully asked whether they belonged to a new arising monarchic groupment and their general answer was of deep surprise, but curious counts and ducs and marquis suspected they’d been already left out of something arising new and started to hold ancient meetings discussing in depth the meaning of colours and weapons.

French spies got aware of the whole movement and understood that the Ecuadorian were fomenting a new nationalistic movement suspended from the picking of ancient Spanish symbols and covered the whole after Spanish official protests against the misuse of the warrant by saying: “that these things were of no value anymore.” The British were following the whole from a certain distance, covering their head with old round hats, and realizing that the Spanish seemed to take these things very very seriously, one alerted the Queen and said: “It’s no joke.” Immediately all royal warrants disappeared mysteriously from everywhere and marmelades and chocolates were stocked in hidden caves until, the Queen said, “the storm is over.”

Of course, the hooligan could not avoid running again into the proof of the evidence by searching who knows what in internet and falling on the British Embassy of Tel Aviv, where the Prince of Wales Colours are trying to look like a Royal Warrant. Immediately he suspected Blair was organizing some dirty blow against the Monarchy by confusing in such a hideous way national symbols and wrote an e-mail to the Press department not knowing again whether it was the right place to notify an observation.

The Press Department wrote immediately to Buckingham even if it was Saturday. Lord Chamberlain looked up to the Queen and said:”That’s it. They’ve found us.”

The Queen sighed. Thinking of the many pennies that would certainly loose her hands as the consequence of such a disgraceful event, she spent about two hours thinking about the rights and obligations of the Crown and thought: “Well, we’re not allowed to talk about finances, politics, religion, our own life and many other. But there is no disposition saying I can’t solve an ancient warrant affair with the Spaniards.”

She thus phoned the King of Spain and asked with distant politeness: “How much he wanted for this obvious affair of blackmailing.” The King stared at the telephone, suspected again he’d been involved also in some terrible political affair and trying to seek out what the whole was about, he answered (in English): “Well, I’ve heard about some mint chocolates that are said to be very good as rumours say, if you won’t mind.” The Queen, quite relieved by what seemed to hurt only Bendick’s pockets, asked how many he wanted, took note, said to Bendick to immediately repair the damage hoping the King wouldn’t like them too much and felt quite satisfied with the issue of the affair, not counting with the fact, that the responsible of the Press had left in some inattention, fall some words around her and that already an Israeli newspaper had published an article presuming England and Spain were at the edge of war.

“What,” the Queen cried out, “it’s not only they take our chocolates, they do declare war on top of that.” And decided to counter attack immediately by asking some Brandy of the regions of Jerez. The Spanish King answered with great politeness to her request, while news in China announced already two hundred dead resulting from the battles following the discovery that some hooligans had stolen the Royal Treasure from Buckingham Palace.

Russia decided to carefully phone to the White House, to know whether they had any news, and the frozen response from the White House just told them that … they didn’t know anything at all. Americans though started making researches and were lucky enough to find John Terrel, a business man exporting manufactured goods, who explained them that: “it was all nothing but blunt exaggerations propping out of popular minds.” Information that was politely furthered to Russia and China, while the King of Spain in complete unawareness of the happening was eating his mint chocolates with greatest satisfaction, involving the whole Spanish aristocracy in a new born mint eating tendency that was observed by left newspaper El País with deepest suspicions, although unable to prove there could be anything else behind.”

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