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This Easter I spent some days in Madrid, visiting friends and seeing wet works. I did it right in today's bustling center-Hispanic because they have never been so happy holidays and moved in this country since the time of my day-GAL- who has recently raised renewed government and national paralysis on account of a State issue so very important as dress Belén Esteban's girlfriend, a sort of postmodern martyr virgin or she spends the whole year of procession.

I in Madrid because I always lose my sense of direction sterile, and these were, lost, when I saw my mind saturated with emotion to find believe - what things - with herself Esteban, walking through the intricacies of a notorious street quarrel, to disappoint me immediately to verify that it was just a common whore. After that, I kept going limp and kicking stones.

On the way home of Henry, had the good fortune of running into a procession, and I could see how in the midst of the hubbub folk came out of the crowd an old man in a beret that brave he stood in the Nazarenes way to open the trench-filled plates, medals and military pins-and get a harmonica he performed, stoic, the glorious anthem of Spain, to the delight of their peers.

"This is music, balls, and not chiki chiki shit.

acknowledge that what moved me.

I then left the house of Henry, I stopped for coffee at a brewery any renewed strength in which a little girl of seven types Nazi high and bare, wearing military jackets, jeans and boots , who drank copious amounts of alcohol in jars of these old, oversized, which are not seen anywhere, one by one and almost a drink, the encouragement of the friendly spirit uttered by bellowing colleagues, "uh-uh" while background music sounded a pasodobles.

I scanned the bartender to see if I put a gesture of fright, of boredom or simply went about their work with a knowing smile to come and say something like "ah, kids', but I could not distinguish more than a worrying deficit in meeting with a task as seemingly simple as I think automatic is breathing.

The bartender was fat. Seemed mattress. It was a good person.

Something opened tired to check Reason my finances: Mariano Rajoy decided to continue leading the Popular Party, true to the typical stubbornness of those who make some tough opposition, notaries, registrars, and are imbued with a permanent overvaluation of themselves, in addition, the league was doomed and on TV cast stories to keep you awake.

For what good, hey. "Ninety, say, for coffee? Take the euro and keep the change. Farewell, will return here. And look at it to breathe.

With the post, I ended up walking around at night until I got into an Irish pub where irlandesitas danced, and they did not dance with laughter, no, like us, who really did . One-Redhead, of course, invited me to a drink and I accepted timidly, because here these things are not done in this country is we who are invited, and the beer tasted glory. She asked me Luis, Raul and selection, and then by Zapatero.

"Look, baby, do not be offended," he said, but I Spain I give a damn.

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And this time, your home, wetbacks sing a paso doble in the rain that was godly failed to fall a few hours earlier, in a divine gesture towards the herds of fandango and the virgin painful. Amen.

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I chose a bad day to quit awards

say that now the romance is to pass, not get involved, let the world go round and destroyed while life still continue to have to squeeze juice and can make it a metaphor of lemon. They say romance is nihilism passed through the mixer and smile at the wrong time, that the future is broken and in return, we must live the present. There are reasons to believe. But today, not tomorrow. And you are missing the time.

All these theorists say things more complicated and managers optimistic theorizing about you and me and our civic indolence. Because we did not vote yesterday, and yesterday had to vote, even if the less bad. And we fucked and we wanted a pretty girl or a boy that made us smile, and we were fools, and gave us the same, and we were irreverent, and then leave us ...

Because it is a lie. All a beautiful lie. We thought we were superior to them to live hand in hand toward destruction idyllic, and we were wrong. Perhaps there was no possibility that the endemic problems in real life we \u200b\u200balso affect us? Did not we get sick, mortgages or lose the flame of passion? Was not it all so predictable as we feared at first?

went together a society that believed in passing and not vote for the lesser evil for believing to be located above, not of good or evil, but the grayscale. We were together a witch and yet insidious lie. We were fools. We were idiots.

We were not special. No. We were so vulgar as to cast his vote yesterday in an urn for the least bad candidate and held a discussion algid the dangers of trash TV to return the electoral college. At least my daughter will now have more scholarships than the other, tell women the vote, and even more so than a saint. None of us knew shit see how lost we were.

may ultimately lie was worth it because we believed it to us. But it was not true.

Mira.

on TV are giving Scenes from Marriage.