The fact that they explicitly tell him they don't want him there, that they want him to leave, to resign, but that he should stay anyway, after all, after the deaths, so many deaths, so much pain and so many lies, says so much about Carlos Mazón that there's little left to add. If anything, it's worth remembering that it can always hurt again, wound again, because these kinds of people only think of themselves. And they have an entourage that, for their own interests, also thinking only of themselves, doesn't set any limits either. And the magnitude of the tragedy doesn't matter: their cynicism will always prevail. "There were things that should have worked better," Mazón said after a year. If we scrupulously analyze this statement, the insults at the funeral will seem very mild. But when the public issues so many red cards and there's no expulsion, impotence is the only thing that grows. Imagine how it makes me feel; I'm even thinking of a football analogy. I hope you'll excuse me. It's despair. That does not diminish after learning that the day after the booing he intended to doa reflection"I find it very presumptuous of him to start reflecting at this point. Because if he hasn't been able to in a whole year... Anyway, a hug to the Valencian Country.
This week a record has been broken. The scoundrels, to put it mildly, are giving us less and less leeway. Public and private. When one neighbor has finally finished his kitchen, the other one does a complete renovation that exhausts them." a covenant with GodIt seems he told him, "I'll serve you, but watch my house." He can't even be generous with God, who then imposes conditions. But now he preaches and talks about love as if he's learned something. Sometimes I don't know if they exasperate me or if I envy their popularity. But it must be like the man convicted of rape said to his new church: "That's how things are in the spirit. Sometimes you want one thing and then you want another. So, I leave it in His hands."
Wait, he's not finished. I'm closing the podiumBecause there's no more room. But disregard the order. It varies depending on the moment. The emeritus king, who publishes a book to rehabilitate himself, or his image. Which I imagine he'll be carrying around. Juan Carlos I, a gentleman who has also done his fair share of discrediting himself—he hasn't needed anyone's help—but who now wants to break our hearts by publicly expressing the emptiness he feels living so far from his beloved homeland. Although, aside from making us cry, there's a pretense of telling the story and revealing the facts firsthand. Which doesn't mean it's the truth. I'm adding this, in case anyone has any doubts, that there's always someone who gets carried away. In other words, a Bourbon, in essence, who once again takes advantage of everyone, but does so for the common good, bearing witness to what everyone was waiting for and letting us know that "democracy didn't fall from the sky!" I don't know what he says about Francoism, but it's possible that it really did fall from the sky and that the entire Civil War was just a distorted version of the meteorite in the form of Franco that fell on Spain. And at that point, anything seems possible to me. Especially when I think that these people and I, although we're in different worlds, live on the same planet.
