On Easter Sunday a sudden attack of nostalgia for the popular traditions of those who since childhood have on us a strange fascination led me to direct the steps to one of the most popular parishes Caracas. Perhaps, I thought, was lucky enough to stumble upon the picture of one of those dummies that the last day of the week most people set ablaze in the streets to settle accounts with a festive and symbolic, rightly or wrongly, some character outstanding during the year, as it has since time immemorial. Pastoreña I went to the corner of Governor, but perhaps because the thug has sparked people to be saved because sooner or amused me in another winery open to see if they caught some good missing in the pantry, I crash when everything was over. In the stable solitary, for all traces, fading smell of gunpowder and burnt cloth. Scattered on the sidewalk chipped, had a rags semichamuscados avocado, strips of red felt and a tie which once called "Languages \u200b\u200band cow" as overly broad. Since I retired in frustration, leaving behind me a breathtaking sunset, as if perhaps he knew it was Easter, when luck came to recover the wind making my feet tangled in the sheets of a manuscript that if it had not emerged unscathed from the fire was mostly legible or rhyme as "drawer" which was not difficult to complete several quatrains, so that any measure must be attributed ailing for the restorer. The last message was that Judas unknown, unknown to history will, unless your careless editor saw the piece posted here a will, come to claim it had happened and the fineness and goodness to clear the question that eats away at us. Here we insert, record, only as a witness to a tradition that is not extinguished because it always finds plenty of raw material. Given the circumstances in which it was located, the title was more than obvious. There he goes. tradition back
see coming my ordeal,
the order of the Holy Office
dictated by the opposition.
Today again with the intention
to make my clones rag
icing as rag
and reduced to charcoal.
The scoundrel who conspires,
as in the old,
do not find another fool
to carry the stake?
I'm not like Iscariot
swear and nobody believes me,
much I tongonee
always see me bojote.
That eternal abode
sung by Alighieri,
I assure you, Pilieri,
not see my leg.
But put me beret
rockets filled me
arms, shins, cheeks
and I sprayed gasoline.
comes to an end
Lenthear the roar of fire
and I'm feeling hot
Lagunillas as thyself.
And every time
I was led to the fire, peeling
the checkbook
Don Regalón me back.
Lego a very fine present
Father Fidel and Raul,
dollars a
trunk and a large submarine cable.
In excitement I get rid
here from as far
when the Russians leave
farms south of Lake.
few neighboring parcels
give the victims,
for all are winners
with beautiful Chinese models.
The one treatment Molt
and because of my affliction
heart I leave
Palometa the Hairy.
Don Soto Rojas, who lights
commanding silence the "AN",
I leave for
premieres my hundred and fifty fluxes.
A campaign of Ollanta,
a pupil with future
the "Munasan" leave insurance.
So, dude, Achanta.
At piqueteros
kids want to make lots of dough
and my best girlfriend
just two yards.
If you lack a little something
Evo does not want grain:
passing through go and remove
fortnight I owe
Dono in the Banda Oriental
ground Pepe Mujica
(is that the hand itches!)
ten sticks to a hospital.
Ahmadinejad, my friend,
uranium have poured
and other minerals
that abound there in Guyana.
Khadafi, too bad you see,
but I know that you will escape.
I give you a peace plan
that I myself believe me.
Daniel Ortega, how
wanted in Nicaragua,
'll send a canoe
to sail the San Juan.
horny Uribe was re
Zelaya but my pair,
here we come to increase
Petrocaribe their salaries.
I am still here
cumplienditoPalabreando with everything
and leave it at
given to "my new best friend."
I see that Obama lacked
and I would not
fromwithout switching back to repeat:
Go and wash the avocado!
And before the fire shred
this rag doll,
want to challenge the handsomest
We see the two thousand twelve!
And be my last bark,
because flames lead me
that I call him Stephen,
Le falling on .... é ... ... ... ather (*)
(*) Burned in the original.
FIN
(Published in the Diario Tal Cual on Sunday May 1, 2011)
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