Minister of Information and Tourism
Many still carry the smell of gunpowder in the soul. We stuck to the glass of life and made us men as dark as the black blood of many, many dead. They were gray then. Firing in the air told the newspaper. But whenever a student died a worker. Like white doves for Gran Via, Agenda José Antonio to Alkali. Grey horses live with groups of Lorca. Proclaiming the victory ended the Minister of Information and Tourism, of the Interior, of War: The police yesterday broke up a Communist rally cries uttered against our illustrious Leader. Not counting the dead. Workers or students. Each in his ditch, into oblivion, the memory silent and silenced.
There were many people of order. Home and work. Mass noon. Separate men and women. Cigarette and walk with waffles for the kids-pants-short-skirt-long. The people applauded the police punishment order. Could not allow anyone doubts the greatness of who won the national crusade. Those communists would never place in the Spain great and free.
What gave the people afraid of order? Also were gray, dark as the black blood of many, many dead. Lonely, like an arrow. Yellow and limes. Hunger in the cheeks and forehead leaning to the memory of the father who died in Cerro Mariana. Gave fear and sadness, sorrow and sadness, chills and sadness of people of order.
All places of Spain full of 15-M. Unlike a dictatorship, a democracy with joy. It sounded then the powder. Now is music to the streets. And sound like a requirement, commitment, new roads, a moon madness of brand new. Ask open hands open hands. I was thrilled to hear the police shouting: “And if you want, we give you a hug” riot helmets. Navy smarter than gray. But high boots ready. Intimidating. Regretting not is any shift to destroy the hope of so much hope. And they engaged in joy, in the future, utopia. “And if you want, we give you a hug”
There are many people in order. The laws are to be fulfilled, said a reporter this morning on television. Are to be fulfilled in a dictatorship. In a democracy are to be perfected. The immutability is the posture of death, forever shrouded profile. The street belongs to everyone, they say. In all but concentrates, apparently.
In Valencia take over the deputies. Including several suspects. What attitude is more within the law, which allows defendants to sit and enjoy immunity or the protesters who are naked in front of a police control? Five million unemployed, three hundred thousand evicted from their homes in favor of banks, one in four Spanish on the brink of poverty, fear engulfing those wages, pensions frozen, even the lowest salaries frozen of officials, with welfare reform in doors leaving workers helpless against the business, with a dependency law is not carried out due to lack of budget with a similar health co-payment. Do we? And above all, people of order, requiring compliance with the law.
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