Every time someone asks me about my country, our customs, particularly that which characterized Spain, I say the same thing: it's funny. And it is really funny the country where I live, where millions of people take to the streets to celebrate a goal in a soccer game, but stays at home when, after voting NO, its politicians to pass laws hidden, like a dog digging holes in the shame that forged this country. It is curious, indeed, as today, a day of elections, there are still people who do not know that those who have camped out in front of the sun from a week ago are not "anti-4 or 5" on duty, but people fighting for their future, a future too uncertain. Curious, a country where a generation proud of being ignorant and another fighter at the same time, it looks like every day we steal rights that our forefathers fought until relatively recently and for which we watched, as if someone came into I steal your home television and you and good English, he closed the door behind them, generation passive, conformist and easily manipulated. Curious, that there are still people who think that a protest born of internet, people who are tired of the bipartisanship that we live in that no matter who governs because it is not about left or right, but the scoundrels who represent them cheeky as that become, is up to the left, or right, or a union. Curious, those without a medal heroes who merit attributed ignorance to second people.
The "4 or 5 Appreciation" of which he spoke
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Who are these heroes?, Since I was a young age to be defenseless, looked up in each story, I thought in people, corporations, who do not need awards or medals, who just happen to save your life, not just those who are thrown into the sea to save even though they barely know fight the current, much more than that, who work in the emergency room watching the most brutal and shocking scenes and simply continue there, as if it were not enough, pure vocation, teachers who are not fooled by what happens in this country and tell the truth to their students at the expense of significant reprisals that they can fall, those mothers who take the wounded arm of his daughters and take them to police station to report writers, who always used irony and wordplay in his work to avoid censure and find a little freedom in which to express themselves, of course, who take to the streets today upholds the 'Enough'. Citizenship, which supposedly rules in democracy, who are now in the street after years study and work, because your future is undone in his face at the hands of a set of hypocritical bastards who year after year and overflow exploit their pockets while the rest can not even sew.
I recently saw a movie, and I could not help thinking this situation over and over again, it was 1933 or Queen Christina Queen Christina of Sweden, as they prefer, the fact is that besides being a film romantic, dramatic, artistic touches and always grateful presence of the great Greta Garbo, it was the story of the queen, who falls for a English ambassador who comes to offer marriage by Felipe IV.
Bueno, al menos no se topó con Fernando VII...
Christina, reconocida como gran estudiosa siente una especial curiosidad por España, en especial de Calderón y Velázquez, habla de su país de como un país guerrero, de lo que esta realmente cansada, nacida en guerra y viviendo cada día en ella, sin embargo mira a España como un país de cultura, de costumbres que añoraría vivir. No pude evitar entonces pensar, en todos aquellos artistas que vivieron en la época de la reina y en todos aquellos que nacieron años más tarde, un país repleto de cultura, desbordante de cultura, que irradia un arcoiris de tradiciones en cada people curious that over the years and bosando overflow culture for so many in ignorance. So much struggle and loss at the same time, embarrassing the country of Velasquez and Calderon, Gongora and Quevedo, Murillo, Vives and Lope, Golden Age, Generation of 27, 50, 98.
But what about ours?, Full of heroes without medals and without slaughter pigs, stray dogs and probation, enough double-edged sword, of inaction against the relentless struggle that we must lead. If you pride yourself on being English, Be proud to change Spain.
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