BALLOONS ... ...
Raul
Ludueña
Balloons, balloons always. Yellow, red, blue. Always the fanfare, the music stunning, the cotillion, and the false joy.
Some things do not go out and it shows, you can not nice when a show is not, or sympathetic when they never were, but it is clear that someone wants to change. Pedantic child well you want to become united stock boy, as some of those who follow you.
Emerging from the hand of the needy in a different face to deceive the unwary, vendiron discourse that politics is a bad word for the outbreaks of living entrenched corruption in her womb.
A marketing campaign profuse accompany your release and won in an ideology-and volatile city spent to support a center-left candidate a hybrid of the right as you.
time and reality were your worst enemies, but you persist in accusing the central government ignored you inept.
were never an opponent of stem and all your actions is limited to criticize "the lady across the street" as if it depended on the 10 km of subway per year promised or stoves that never put to the dismay of the kids studying in buildings with no glass windows, supporting various cruel winters. Your maximum
feat was a bad deal in Columbus produced several strains.
remember when you threatened to board the train to success, which according to you, passed again by a strong Argentina, to which you were going to climb to get us to win even if it means going to shoot through the window Kirchner because aguantábamos not more.
In the subways you order their defunción.Hoy, ready to go, arrange a dosmilquinientos million business with a company that fails to do its part. The first is business, lets get to the subway.
No lights in villas or houses, no hospitals, nothing, nothing at all. Just some useless traffic chaos and bicycle paths.
promises to bring the PRO proposal throughout the country should be very little because you are not beyond France was walking with your beautiful wife, who incidentally, used slave labor in their enterprises. Today
to help bring peace to the good of the motherland, unity of all Argentines, to secure domestic peace, to take government tyranny K, get off of the nomination for president and do not fight as anyone would believe what is proposed, let your followers treading air, first you.
Today your destination is clinging to the small town party, little reward for those who threatened to both, the little monkeys who follow you like automatons, and celebrate applaud your antics on stage more and more empty.
shone the colored lights, together less than a thousand supporters at a party for the few who had plenty of room on a football field daddy, you dance like your usual stunned music, fanfare and confetti were not lacking.
There was a small detail that I thought I saw, the balloons were deflated balloons Christmas as those who take up a few minutes and when the flame becomes weaker start the opposite way and are falling slowly.
Your flame is extinguished and for the good of all Argentines, and your balloons fly each day lower.
Nothingness is your final destination and the past no return ... ... ....
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