Madrid for the holidays, nothing better than to rescue the Proclamation a few years ago, a genius. With permission from D. Joaquin Sabina, I leave you here:
Madrileños, Madrid,
ladies and gentlemen,
giant and big heads,
Isidros and outsiders,
citizens, citizens,
cats, cats corraleros,
mantoncitos manila,
chulapos, organ,
Maripepa, Hilarion, meringues
and mattress,
(without forgetting the Getafe and Rayo
going up):
hear what a phony,
Andalusia and Madrid,
air comes to tell
of couplet rather than verse.
Today trumpeted in this town that
was cut and remains
spite of everything
cradle of a blond heir.
my daughters were born here,
here in the middle of a concert,
realized it was not a hoax
that "from Madrid to heaven."
Rumanitas bad married
rafter Caribbean, sub-Saharan candombe
,
polkit Iron Curtain, mulatto
overseas,
Indians, Moors, Chinese, blacks,
I mean welcome this
Madrid so modern,
this as old Madrid
with a European passport.
When spree,
I cordially wish that brindéis
for San Isidro,
darling of atheists
Camel
angels are shirking of toil.
From this balcony
I ask you to spend a moment
the railing and her husband,
of indifference and money
Ubrique and Pantoja,
of Rajoy, Zapatero,
of good and bad,
mood and kicking,
(without mentioning Special Dona
conspiring between
scarves silk Gallardón
to see who takes off).
playmate struggle:
forgive my boldness
good manners require
to opposition and government.
Although
Olympics give us and robotic recreation and appears
Babylon forum was always a people
with roundabouts, boulevards,
with taverns and museums with children
every street and every balcony a pot
and every one chotis verbena
and in each hallway a kiss.
not forget Santa Eugenia
nor Pozo and Atocha, hair
the soul continues on end,
when they burst in my dreams
commuter trains,
grief tracks .
Coleguita of the rock,
Andalusia and Extremadura,
Galician, Basque Country, Murcia,
Asturias and La Mancha,
when
end the day we take best
naked playing with the missus
the sweetest of the games.
Drink, dance, enjoy, rejoice
the bullfighters
Marcao in Vistillas
chispún the grandparents,
crazy cars go up to the trampling
winter
to run the wine and laughter,
friendship and laugh,
enrollaos and passes,
for a few days at least
lest Uncle Paco again
with the January sales.
Flee all the sadness,
envy and jealousy,
place yourself, as he said that Mayor
so tender,
outdated and do not let
to move their bodies with
the Supreme Móstoles,
with Revolver, Rosendo,
with Womad, with operettas,
that music is, pal body,
most exquisite liquor,
the tastiest food .
Madrid alluvial
to enjoy that there will be time
back to the office,
the mortgage, the fallow
to the factory, rain,
the family, school.
And posts a wish,
I want to say to you
a world more complicated and more fraternal,
more united and happy,
tavern and nocherniego,
horny and carefree
prejudices and complexes and a life
life it
tailored to the people.
And I say goodbye it's time
dance and not verses,
Madrid, Madrid,
so close and so far,
dwarfs, large, medium, bald
with leather jacket,
punks, rappers, thoroughbred,
floats, preppies, rockers,
accompany me in
cry that escapes my chest
people Forum Viva! Live
village festival!
(Cry in the San Isidro 2005, Joaquín Sabina spoke on the balcony of the Casa de la Villa)
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