A sea of \u200b\u200bred flags is spread by the Paseo del Prado, Cibeles and Puerta de Alcalá. Marcel, your child tells a story of your childhood, when you picked up a bird and take care until it flew away seeking freedom. Josefina, remember your last words a few hours ago ... "And if you fall, you get to lift, move on." Ignacio Fernandez Toxo made a brilliant speech and vibrant ... and unfortunately there are few speakers like him. When you reach the Puerta de Alcalá, there is, there is, watching the time-sounds Journey to Ithaca Kavafis with the voice of Lluis Llach: how surts viatje per fer the cap to Ithaca, you have to fold qu'el camí Sigui llarg, ple d'adventures and conexenças .. when everything ends up sounding the International ... again. I remember when he died Tierno Galvan, the old professor, when he died Dolores Ibarruri, the Pasionaria ... I remember that huge silence that labor lawyers say goodbye to Atocha, with the same flags, same tears, the same pride that damp October morning. We have grown older, peanut in peanut, funeral by funeral, from dream to dream. He knows the Cibeles, Neptuno, Puerta de Alcalá ... Madrid, breakwater all the Spains, the street again, it's time to show that they live announce something new. Marcelino is already organizing the workers' commissions in the sky of atheists, by the Passion and so many unsung heroes ...
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