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Constitution Day
Daniel de Culla
My Sinforiano friend, full of courage
Presents to me with a writing
That he has done with his own urine
On the freshly snowed grass
On this piece of park on Paseo de la Isla.
He has written:
Spain, take this chalice away from me.
Remembering Cesar Vallejo
Telling me what is happening in Spain:
-Spain has two cancers
That corrode its entire body since time immemorial
In manifested metastasis:
The Chalice, which is the Mester Church of Pedophilia
And the Bray of vulgar and insulting hate
Manifested on the benches of Congress.
I believe that there are no politicians in the world
That insult so much and with such criminal hatred
Like the one our politicians show
Don't understand one iota of the Constitution
But yes, messing with shamelessness
The blues against the reds
Proving that “Bray”
They could all be called.
If you put on the TV, you will listen attentively
Seeing that the Brays have done political science
Braying Oratory
How little good they do to Spain
Treated his people like macro farm pigs.
-Who can conceive, I ask Sinforiano
That an Academy of political savants
That they approved that Constituent Body
See and hear today the language of a Nation
That is nothing other than Braying
Are you rude and tremendous?
-No one would believe it, friend, responds Sinforiano.
But it is the Voice or harsh sound
What defines a Braying State
Who goes to mass and receives communion.
And do not be surprised that, one day
Donkeys raise their necks with great grace
And bite the reds in the jugular
Pushing, in turn
certain wind
Resounding in terrifying echo.
