Toca fin de
año. No puedo escribir otra que no sea en honor a mi amigo con el que cerré 2018.
Me di una vuelta por donde allí estabas sentado, nada que ver con ese día que
te fotografiaron. Hoy ni te hubieran dejado estar. Todo bullicio, risas y falso
oro. Los tiempos dicen han cambiado y el olvido del pasado cada cual lo asume
según sepa de él o en la mayor parte de los casos simplemente lo desconozca. Será
por ello que seguimos dando limosnas al clero, las gracias a las monjas y ambos
siguen sin evitar que la gente termine
en el infierno. Será por ello que hoy el pobre acepta su subsidio y calla la subvención de su patrón... Todos felices ¡ Era 1906
Play New Year's Eve. I can't write anything but
in honor of my friend I closed 2018 with. I went around where you were sitting
there, nothing to do with that day you were photographed. They wouldn't even
let you be there today. All bustle, laughter and false gold. Times say have
changed and the forgetfulness of the past each assumes it as he knows of it or
in most cases simply does not know it. That's why we keep giving alms to the
clergy, thanks the nuns and they're both still not preventing people from
ending up in hell. That is why today the poor accept their subsidy and silence
the subsidy of their employer. All Happy It Was 1906