Ludueña
wagons are old, crumbling, uneven wheels that seem to fall apart at every turn. Axes produce a high-pitched squealing while riding on roads uncertain, marched on tracks erased at some time were those that led to these vagabonds and adventurers for a ruinous past.
They want to return with vague hopes of a triumphant return. It is a journey back, return of the past, carry penalties, oversights and failures.
A monk is a guide, is living in the shadows and now comes to light at the ineptitude of those pilgrims of old politics.
are young men, some of them, some in the autumn of his life. Their faces are rarely worn, look like the past, distant, fuzzy, no time. They marked wrinkles who smiles to please, and back hunched head down, pay homage leave their marks.
In the first chariot ride, caught as they can, Duhalde, Solá, De Narvaez, Macri, Das Neves R. Saa. Some fall, but they hold as they can to not get down, it would be to advance. Other wobble and confusion on the sly to push fellow hardship. Both are tied to the same destination, sad and final. More
back another old wagon pulled by Matunga, no different from the first. Faces are tired and hopeless, pretend a smile without conviction for the photo. Going down the same road, which leads nowhere, that his master, the monk tells them.
This cart comes Sanz, Alfonsin "El Clon" and an old traitor to lose the stirrup. His fellow travelers look at him with contempt, their lack of manhood he minimized the extent of being almost a olvidado.Es Cobos, that little man. More
come after others, such as grouts, such as not even see the road, lost, without direction.
can see is Carrie, Pino Solanas, Altamira and grotesque amalgam lost the modesty and ideas, not the master wants.
The Lord of the shadows, the Monk, is the owner of multimedia, the hater, a liar, who is terrified of losing their privileges and end up in jail. Unscrupulous attacks those who are watching the sad spectacle, hates the people and their rights.
's used to be lord and master and now have to account for millions of men and women thanks to the government of Nestor and Cristina recovered dignity.
The passage of the carriages is slow, the style of funeral processions, no joy, no banners, are heading into the sunset and know it. That is their punishment, the fate of muscle-flexing ..
The other path, that which passes by the village, is full of young gay triumphal march that way for a better country, more inclusive, where the ghosts of yesterday do not fit. We're going for the win, not less ... ....
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