Promises that will eventually take the wind, a complete manual of reproaches about the opposite, flood of millions for anyone who needs it, hugs and kisses as if there were no morning, spontaneity and proximity in the Christmas dinner with your brother -in -law and the fixed oath that the world will be better if your voice carries its name. The municipal, autonomous election campaign is inaugurated … and nationally. Your Lordships leave the seats and go to the street. This promises, we buy the motorcycle.
