Tonight the Barcelonan ones of good, as Willy Smith in the film “I am Legend” we must bar the doors, lower blinds, extinguish the armed lights and hope to the dawn until the teeth. One marabunta of made fun of zombies will take the streets, beating to him fire to everything what they can and drinken itself until bursting.
It is celebrated, the verbena of San Juan, absurd celebration like ning
one. That it everywhere begins making bonfires, with consequent fires, continuous with the indiscriminate launching of firecrackers by clay and boys, unconscious and hooligans of all coat. Like every year, the medical urgencies type of accidents and burns would be colapsaran yet.
Contentments with the fire do not continue with juerga, in synonymous Spain of drunkennesses, fights, argument, abuses and destructions of the urban and particular furniture. The well-to-do will be able to be let berth by discotheques and gaming houses that properly triple and cuatriplican their prices.
To the dawn, blind until the eyebrows, they will take the cars until beaches but near, where if the police has not stopped to them and cofiscado cars and drive cards, a masificación of driven crazy people they will leave tons of sweepings, excrement rust and vomits, after knocking down themselves and fuck without modesty in view of everybody.
I will not be, criticize who them because she tries to forget by one night the miserable life that has touched to us in luck, exhausting works during all the week, if of but of 65 hours, because although they are illegal that is the normal day of a Spanish worker. And soon they say that they will be against the European norm. So that to legalize, without without law it goes to us better.
That sensible it was Mayor Porcioles when prohibited the popular celebrations, with inteligentisimo argument that in Barcelona, anyone and any day can mount a celebration to its pleasure. But with the arrival of “the democratic” mayors, the celebrations happened to be sponsored and financed by the city council. They give us“circus ”, that the “pane” already remain it they.
It is celebrated, the verbena of San Juan, absurd celebration like ning
one. That it everywhere begins making bonfires, with consequent fires, continuous with the indiscriminate launching of firecrackers by clay and boys, unconscious and hooligans of all coat. Like every year, the medical urgencies type of accidents and burns would be colapsaran yet.Contentments with the fire do not continue with juerga, in synonymous Spain of drunkennesses, fights, argument, abuses and destructions of the urban and particular furniture. The well-to-do will be able to be let berth by discotheques and gaming houses that properly triple and cuatriplican their prices.
To the dawn, blind until the eyebrows, they will take the cars until beaches but near, where if the police has not stopped to them and cofiscado cars and drive cards, a masificación of driven crazy people they will leave tons of sweepings, excrement rust and vomits, after knocking down themselves and fuck without modesty in view of everybody.
I will not be, criticize who them because she tries to forget by one night the miserable life that has touched to us in luck, exhausting works during all the week, if of but of 65 hours, because although they are illegal that is the normal day of a Spanish worker. And soon they say that they will be against the European norm. So that to legalize, without without law it goes to us better.
That sensible it was Mayor Porcioles when prohibited the popular celebrations, with inteligentisimo argument that in Barcelona, anyone and any day can mount a celebration to its pleasure. But with the arrival of “the democratic” mayors, the celebrations happened to be sponsored and financed by the city council. They give us“circus ”, that the “pane” already remain it they.
