There is a gypsy in Spain who represents us all


My father says we all have a foot in jail and it’s better if we don’t collect it. I say that we all have a procession at the doors of the juzgados in the Plaza de Castilla and that we are worthy to be with lookazo this day for our offer with Spain.

Because it’s Spain, I’m waiting for the day I get the notification and fall in a taxi into the stormy wind of Chamartín, with Prada tucked in my nose, hand in hand, hair slightly absorbed, negro from the diplomatic beam, three pieces, the usual suspicions and witnessing a fairy tale. That always rings true Barbara Stanwyck and eventually he will bring it Aida Nizar.

I heard it the other day, during a fascinating journey I was about to embark on Elisa Mouliáa that I decided to finally understand myself, just at the moment of entry and exit, and without asking for a resuming — the spirit of a nation in decay: ours.

Mouliáa lasted exactly half an hour when she arrived home Numbers and letters and I’m starting a cake from Inés Rosales and I had them on top that day.

“Hasta here” when I say so.

I decided I wanted to go back to the wheel and join the gang, so said the dedicated reporters of the Spanish press, who with the happiest of hearts (like authentic bullshit) had to stand a meter from the Sanchinarra to try to find out the events of the lot before the center. How can you not keep one of your nerves on edge.

I use it on the electric blue jersey and the Japanese line and to the gods who ask for it: psychodrama through a tube, and it works elsewhere too.

Good at the beginning. The little girl wanted to have a birthday party.

But his colossal ego, his modern and media ego, prevented him from seeing others who were closing the doors of the public administration of justice, and this is also the case. We are waiting for a clear case sobriety paya.

First, ask the currito, safety gafas and flequillillo, which we will call the Normal type, trying to inject some cordura: “A ver, señores, por favor, avancen un poquito”.

No, no chance. A ver quién puts the cascabel on the cat.

Men can be described descriptively to facilitate entendimiento: “It’s on the rise.”

Pues briefly.

“Echaros un poquito para allá”. That’s what you say because we’re not here for the host, but not the wrong imperative, so familiar, it’s necessary to lubricate things.

Elisa Mouliá’s darling reacting to Tipo Normal fared the worst. He raised his eyes to the sky, sighed and gave an unpleasant smile as if to say “but, is it an animal?”.

He was delirious. I saw the Estuvians come together when they mounted the number.

I watched it with a darling who radicalizes everything, true.

I have to try and find a bunch of goodies my dad gave me so I can get the sweetie.

“One second please,” I said to Elisa, raising my voice and raising my hand, very “hold on, sir,” and continued to count the movement in my very personal storytelling style, a little to facelift beatings and a psychotic brother. He’s not going to rob him show a note with a pearl, a few words.

It has a paper folder in it Águila Roja. Are you aware of this?

But I don’t know what God was talking about, because just outside the Normal type, Gypsy Hero was waiting for his turn. You took a deep breath. The rider may have been trying to do it for good people, but that’s why people sometimes come to you and find you.

He took off his uniform to put the points on his shoulders. He wore black Nike goggles, the equivalent of Batman’s day mask. Bring the country’s patriots a waterproof padded jacketbetween the plumifer and the polar hole, with a hood to have to escape from the semi-secret state outside the neighborhood in a moment.

Acclaimed sequel. Only then can you stop your experience. She held the strength of men still as tall as the entire pelota. About the price of gas, gentrification, diplomacy, chivatos, actress willingly and there is the Spanish judicial system, being what it is, it also holds ataíto abbreviation. He keeps her tomada with el.

This is where you know that you have received an unreasonable fine or an unfair sentence.

If you don’t understand the established world order. It doesn’t matter why the injury affects you. This guy (our best friend at the moment, let’s just ask him) can’t stand this shameless salary hike: he can’t stand Elisa Mouliáa, who is paid more than Danacol, he can’t stand the prison system, he pays much more than Urdangarin en Brieva.

I’m laughing on Instagram because now gitanos are furiously parodying payos, and with reason. We used to make songs with the guitar down in our little ones, in our urban mojigatery. Nos tumba for comedy.

Now, when you “pay” it’s not a racial issue, it’s something deeper and more uncomfortable. He is a man without sin, pusilánime, sinsangre, pejigueras. It means living a destitute life, no rap, no attitude, no grace, no loyalty to the mafia, no forbidden turns.

Ser payo es levar tupperware to work Ser payo es haber gave up temper.

That’s the first thing, the institutional thing. He’s supposed to be bitter, he’s supposed to be hot-tempered, docile, and apocado, and in the end it’s true how life goes until your passions intervene and change it.

I wrote it down Lorca: “In the cafe Chinitas / I said Paquiro to her brother: I am braver than you, / Toreador and gypsy.”

This is why Heroe Gitano and I were so happy because we needed an antidote to our unbearable salary. Of course, for a parody with such a serious topic as alleged sexual aggression (that is, it is a comedy or Great Herman sonrojante) and from now on there is nothing more absolute than the fact that the accused was the leader of the party izquierdas, who are called feminists and who have problems with the fiction to distinguish between person and person.

“Echarse pallá. Dejadnos salir. Qué culpa tengo yo (…) Leave me or throw the ball“.

Diaphanous. Lomo curtido. Grammatical rubbish. Nervius. La lucha contra La Tontería™ no descansa.

Sometimes it happens that a gypsy comes to pay the money.

Sometimes some people want to come and have a place.

I made peace with Spain.

Meet in Spain.

Spain is a gypsy hero who rolls stupidity. It is Spain that is rebelling against its own circus, against its own showagainst one’s own dirt. Es la España ingobernable. Everyone knows it: sometimes it loses its shape, but never its reason.

It costs nothing more than to send another to the car.

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