say that musical sense out of Youtube, young Justin Bieber, spends $ 750 a day in their hairstyles. One imagines he must make a very special hair, but watching it on the internet with matted blond perpendicular to the forehead and can not but conclude: Wow, what fortune would have saved if I lived in Venezuela! Now instead of a country we are a start, when the fright and tension mixed with a sense of siege or us the feeling overwhelms that "something" will happen, go with the creeps is the great national look, whether you have hair or be in the condition of the undersigned.
peek out the window you want. Everything is surprise, surprise, amazement and tachycardia, jumped career here and there. In city and countryside, in factories and in the streets, in hospitals and schools, universities and banks, some first and others later, there are no who has escaped to a zapateadita in the great national joropo that bring us together.
has not yet dried the sweat of the last buzzes buzzing harp played by the great country when another member of the assembly, the president of the National Assembly, enigmatically announces : "what comes is tasty ..!". Go to relief. Carajazos and offered to give the opposition, but now we know that is pure water hole, then threw a jab Julio Borges and the cuff of the sleeve came out of avocado or got tangled in the tie, something.
has also warned, amid the furor of a speech, that "to overthrow" his boss "must have two balls," did not explain why, but it is a statement improper, first because no one is talking to knock anyone, and secondly because to exit above what is needed are two, just two feet to walk to the polling place. Yes it goes.
But we talked about the daily surprises of our population. In the general framework of the appalling personal insecurity, which is enough to say, just turn them fleeing in terror of ground moles that threaten to crush them or raze their homes, others are visited a minister with a nice revolver in his belt ordering them to leave, just like that, their property, he lives the extreme sport of traveling on roads that crumble, that is the tantalizing tail every day afraid of motorized touch you the window to ask the BB, a simple phone call to a leave bank employees and depositors who do not sleep either, while the staff of the casinos and grabbed the Russian roulette of unemployment will be water and light leaving not over dengue and cholera has arrived ... What is happening, my God, here we all like Justin Bieber?
When someone leaves a country to the bakery and the return is received by a score of strangers, well sprawled in the living room of her house, asking: "What can we help you?" Is because, because. . For what? How do I describe? Well, because nothing is certain. It is as if a country has neither a guarantee that one day you will change the name. But, what offset our own, if it already happened!
Airports without lights, hospitals without drugs, police without guns, supplies stocked out military aircraft without pilots ships run aground in the rivers, rivers that devastate plantations, plantations that will be for the Russians, Russian donkey and lead us in the middle of the night flies a military arsenal raising a whirlwind of fire into the sky and a rain of grenades, shells and mortars that fill the streets with thousands of citizens. Let's leave here, that we only write pulse rate.
But suddenly you've spent a quiet day, either because nothing has happened strangely or because decided to withdraw. But make the mistake of falling asleep with the tv on in the official channel. Wake up at midnight and is displaying the perennial olive green figure, this time embracing something like a huge papaya. Soba that, it cradled in his lap, pointing him to viewers, threatens to give away to the opposition. And one wonders how in the world the first president walk at midnight by manipulating channels such copy of cucurbits, product who knows what horrible transgenic mutation. Is that official message or chapter X-Files? Why add to the sorrows of an overwhelming public image like this?
Calm down, I'm sorry, it was not my intention to charge more stress on Sunday. Quiet, apply yourself these three R's: Relax, breathe, relax. Well, if you can.
(Published in the Diario Tal Cual on Sunday, 06 February 2011)
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