sábado, 14 de enero de 2012

I...WITH GARZÓN






Who sets limits to judge?
Crimes against Humanity?

Who has that competence?
And having it why do you not exercise
This great jurisprudence?

Would give birth to truth
Would avoid the shameless case!
Dead can not talk…
Justice is history conscience!




The rest is convenience… 
Why do you strange this humbug?


There was always, always will be
Bad people involved in.
Envy will do the rest
I want but I can’t


Your position, house, art, freedom
Dictatorship, strength, power, money
Always deny the truth



The ones here are worth less?
Who are missing
Among abandoned ditches
Without the right to visit...

The ones here are worth less?
Bound hand and foot




In the dawn very early shoot
Mothers, fathers, daughters, too


The ones here are worth less?
In castor oil exhibited


Mockery of all neighbours
For the right to think?




The ones here are worth less?
Identified as traitors






Without dignity, in terrors
No tomb where mourn




The oblivion, bitter is the oblivion
Of those who can not forget




The void in the horror
That a loved one left.






They have much, much competence
Much more of wisdom…



But Grandma, neither her mother
Nor your aunt appears…




They have much competence
Much more of Santeria…


The dead beneath the church
Without priest, without sacristy…





They have great, great competence
Great competence



They might need as well to have
A little bit of prudence









*(1) A la Nana, Nanita
My love rests
A la Nana, Nanita
My love, don’t cry 


A la Nana, Nanita
From the memory
A la Nana, Nanita
Flowers will arrive.




“Molina is saying
Things that you hallucinate…”


”That’s worse than even
What says the Chotis…”


Garzón has reasons
More than all those Trojans


Those who does not want the truth
Give them a lot … hand.




My God, it is incredible!
One more scandalous…new Barabbas…! 





It is obvious… that feels…
They do not like, what comes from the East...




Neither in the form of Magi…
At the bench, Baltasar

Gaspar Zarrías, doors!
Oh God if they could
All of us would enclose!


Rascayú, Rascayú, Rascayú



It was not me it was you!
Jurisprudence…competence…Confusion…Confusion…Confusion…Patience…Patience…Patience…Stick...And… To…Coffin…






Jurisprudence…competence…Confusion…Confusion…Confusion…Patience…Patience…Patience…Stick...And… To…Coffin…






“Ozú, my soul! That’s incredible!
Garzón hooked by Varela…”







“No! That is not a hook…
It looks more like hunting…”


Seventy one *(2 ) guanaminos…
Were escaping with money


In German, Gürtel

Correa, suborned with nuts
Place where crocodiles, alligators
Wear tailored suits”


The judge to the police: “Listen … listen … listen …
Here is the piggy bank …”


The Gürtel to the judge: “Listen … listen … listen …
Here lies a good crop …”



The people in the street: “Listen … listen … listen …
Garzón we love you very much…


It is a pig … it is a pig… …it is Cucho
That thief, great hat hood, KuKurucho…


Hurray to democracy!
Freedom of expression



A defector in Castro-Urdiales

In Madrid Merinos and Bárcenas



They… are judging Garzón
¡And we are in the street!






















































































Paris:

*(2) Guanaminos: Joke
Three friends go away of safari, and one of them says: 
- ¡We meet tomorrow here and see what we have hunted! The following day… 
- What have you hunted?
- I an elephant, a gazelle and four lions and you? 
- I, I have hunted two rhinoceroses, three leopards and four guanaminos…
- ¿Guanaminos…and what is that?
- Some…emerging from the bushes saying…
Guana… me… no! 

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María Evangelina Cobo Zaballa
Castro-Urdiales   (Cantabria)