seems that everything has changed, but it is not. Forty years later, the hopes of the English youth turn to go Germany address.
no longer fill trains, planes now. Now the distance seems smaller with the internet and video conferencing. The bags are currently no cardboard or tied with rope, but the situation is much the same.
Our country is sinking again. The four gentlemen and we sink, young, live a present without morning, a night without day, a winter without the promise of spring ...
Here, where we were born, not worth for anything, for anyone. Here
not need engineers, philosophers, historians, photographers, doctors, humanists and psychologists.
Here are leftovers.
And yet, Germany, the first European power, we demand and demand. Like children who are adopted after parental abuse, after the beating and abuse, orphan of faith after unbearable. So we demand, ready to open its arms for us to raise his country which in ours we are none.
We'll have to go. Let our parents, our friends, our partners ... Uprooted. Here you will
bankers, politicians and entrepreneurs (caused the crisis), destroying youths, burying homes and breaking up families, while continuing to fatten their bellies filthy. While still making a killing, while still kneading capital at our expense, so make sure your feed and your useless, pathetic and ill-bred piglets.
will continue wasting money on subsidies and pseudo modernità artists, art or feel, nor know what is working and feel over children's progress and the modern era. While our government PreNOdente, denies four euros of subsidy to the people with whom he has finished, which has grown gray hair and drowning in alcohol, to which his fault, broken marriages once green shoot true.
same interests them, PreNOdente, free sex-change. Or are relieved to know that abortions that you, your government crisis and promote, the law may do so with all the pain of the world. While we will continue every day, "winning battles and not getting medal," looking for a room in Germany, as we pray for the isolation and the harsh winter does not make us break our pathetic existence as soon as possible.
And ye shall press for not having a job, be assured. And your head will remind you that is not worth at all. You have to give thanks for work twelve hours and earn six hundred euros. Feed you false hope, that rindáis twice and cast them out your work and theirs, while still drooling the crotch of the top and you hiding in your efforts useless.
will see as triumphs of lies and cronyism. And you will see as the biggest rewards scoundrels.
All this you will see and not be forced to come with us.
PreNOdente Now there is no dictatorship. And yet you have returned to destroy our country, our hopes and abused dynamited a generation infinitely more prepared than you.
you who filled planes with well-qualified, for his contempt and his system. "Here we are worth and Germany ahead?. Stupidity is named for him. Thousands of children
us go. Spain lost their young talent, you lose your future. Instead
their daughters to stay. With the future resolved, given by mismanagement of a father who destroyed a nation and a generation.
Meanwhile, the children of the trash, call us and we will dream Salustiano full of sorrow, the way of uprooting, that hopefully Spain outside Egypt.
I also call Salustiano.
José Luis Vázquez.
February 2011.