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This is about three boys and a poet.

The poet lived in Spain many years ago and the boys are DJ’s in a club called Minta in a Spanish city once called Madrid.

The boys, they never read poetry. They are POD boys; they read information sheets of play lists at different radio stations, sites of other DJ’s and DJ’s trade magazines.
One, the youngest is 14 years old. His parents don’t know he is djaying in a club.

A club is synonymous with drugs, crime, sex, use and abuse.
His name is Ties too. He never did drugs, he is not interested. He counts the BPM. He has a rare talent to count BPM in his head without any additional instrumentation. (BPM stands for beats per minute).
The clubbers call him BPM Ties too. He walks on the edge whenever it relates to beats.
He feels like he is beating someone, he comes. then, he goes back home.

The other two DJ’s one of them is a singer, don’t know he comes when the beat goes up.
They offer him drugs, guavas, alcohol, women. He quietly refuses, no use he says.
No use with booze.

Ties too’s father is a mechanical engineer. He works in the movies.
Hr finds solutions for the kind of Almodovar, Saora and many other Spanish film directors and producers.
His two young sisters, Cafa and Lafa are at school until afternoon.
Mother left years back with an Arab guy Hamid. They live in Seville.

The other two are Maoro and Dario, Two immigrants from Turkey.
They are lovers. They arrived in the back of a truck that crossed the north beach of the Mediterranean.
They left the truck in Barcelona; as time goes by they realized the long trip made them a duo.
Maoro changed his name to Dalia and Dario kept his name.
Life became very difficult. They did not have papers; they did not speak Catalan or Spanish. Luckily Dalia was Jewish. She spoke Ladino, Spaniolit as we used to call the language used by the Jews arriving from Spanish descent.
This happened to be one of the few occasions when being Jewish is a benefit.
She spoke Ladino which is very close to Spanish, she could communicate.

During the first days she was singing on the streets Ladino songs she learned at home from Grand mother Solana. Dario made the money collection.
The songs were beautiful and people were very generous towards the illegal immigrants.

On a rainy morning on the Ramblas near Placa Catalunia DJ Ties too passed by. He was
blown away with Dalia’s talent.
He offered the duo to join his squad. The rest is history.

Later in the year we shall return to the story with more about the poet whom we don't know yet.