Torrent disfruta del primer fin de semana del verano con cine al aire libre
Torrent disfruta del primer fin de semana del verano con cine al aire libre

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07/08/2018

La propuesta cultural llega por primera vez al área recreativa de la Marxadella

El área recreativa de la Marxadella disfrutó el pasado viernes, por primera vez, de una sesión de cine al aire libre. Un gran número de vecinas y vecinos de la zona asistieron a la proyección de Asesinato en el Orient Express. Este fin de semana también hubo buen cine en las otras dos ubicaciones habituales de esta propuesta cultural. También el viernes por la noche, en la plaza de la Libertad se proyectó Plan de fuga y el sábado por la noche, en la plaza de la Iglesia, los asistentes vivieron las intrigas de Cien años de perdón. La concejala de Cultura, Susi Ferrer, ha destacado “la variedad y la calidad de la programación, orientada a un gran abanico de públicos y al fomento del cine español”.

Torrent disfruta del primer fin de semana del verano con cine al aire libre

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"By the Omnissiah," Kaelen whispered, his mechanical finger clicking against the metal desk. "The Holy Launcher refuses to engage the warp-drive."

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