I've always known that if one day I left the pot, I say I was really into conspiracy plan, would overturn my paranoia opus dei damn. I met them at school, in my school public here in Pamplona. Pure letters jumped out, was lost. Iciar called me just to humiliate me. And even attempted to capture! Haha, and then it was all a fox vocational irreducible. That big bastard called Type de Balaguer ("died without fuck" read a wall of the bar disappeared 35 years ago) the saint preached intolerance and encouraged those of his sect to behave "like a padded steel hammer." They (and they) smile when you are getting screwed big time. They smile because they know the power is on their side, they have and will to win. Now organized a conference on Gender Ideology which will update all the misogyny, homophobia, transodio ... It bring up new arguments from those who continue to oppress us. Make sexual persecution and misery, virtue. They are scum. Unfortunately, that damn Curillo (beatified by the state only gay in the world, likes to tell my friend Bea Espejo) pitched his infectious egg here in Pamplona. It was easy enough the July 19, 1936 and was Nabarra national area. Here there was no red ... killed them all.
In all, no. There is always resistance nests. Always. And in this city has since past the legions of retro-normal more joyful suffocating cells counter-power. When people ask me in disbelief, why have you back to Pamplona?, do not you bored? ... pride and I get the answer, you know that this small city was the capital of insubordination in the 90? Things that you touch to the hometown of his mother.
A platform for organized groups and people throughout the month of February these divergent fabulous days ... To boil this icy winter. See you there.
