Bread with na' and bad faith

The olive-green and guayaberada breed is dismayed because two of their favorite parrots had their electricity and water cut off in Spain, screwing up the expected revenue from several concerts; after the attacks suffered by several emigrants who were protesting the visit of the duo complicit in the oldest dictatorship in the West.

Spain is a regulated society - like any democracy - and if a musical show can generate disturbances of public order, suspended; applying the law, and to cry at the Mothers' Corner, which remains (if it has not collapsed) on October 10 and María Auxiliadora.

The late Castro plantain for the Guaso goldfinches has no major significance; except for the mobilization in which even the army has been involved and the paradox that those who have imprisoned, censored, exiled and exiled hundreds of artists and intellectuals seem hurt; as is happening right now.

While birds of ill omen go around tearing their uniforms; The combatants of Good Faith will return to the homeland amid the usual hubbub of jailers of thought; but with fewer euros than expected in their current accounts; and that hurts like hell.

Therefore, there is no need to do swing to late Castro whining, including Agents of Influence and Worms; always ready to defend the prison with hunger, from the comfort that democracy and the free market provide.

If Díaz-Canel and his combo had an ounce of shame and a pinch of cerebral gray matter; They would have avoided speaking out publicly because those Cubans - who were attacked by pro-Castro mobs in Madrid - were raised in intolerance and the blank slate of Castroism; the crusher of so many beings extravagant for totalitarian fury.

The problem of the anti-Cuban communist government is that it has been left alone in the midst of the thunderous silence of the Cuban intelligentsia; and has no choice but to appeal to a minority of figures; who lend themselves to gambling in exchange for licenses to raise imperialist dollars. You only have to look at the mute Minister of Culture to understand the ethical and aesthetic tragedy of the nation.

If Buena Fe honored its name; he would have opted for lyricism and avoided joining the out-of-tune chorus; but they chose wrong and now they reap what they sowed with their militant scorn and servility; despite the fact that they already sensed the candle with this letter:

When you exchange your laughter it drizzles
For that cut milk face
Yes, of the calm that your mouth keeps
Storms of bad words come
If your heartbeat is iron with iron
To burn me with a thousand sparks
I know that you are going to walk with my funeral
When you close yourself off and don't understand anything...