A sad guy comes on stage
Elegant, apparent, self-assured
A liar with style, reciting promises
Moving his arms like a scarecrow
It's politically correct, a cheater a clown
After a while the story is over and what he said has been of no use
A charlatan comes on stage, chasing the news
He likes to be the artist, feel protagonist
Don't leave yet, there's still more
We'll be back after the publicity
The theater is full, another performance is going to start
The audience is waiting to be given the medicine
Today people are impatient, the curtain will rise
Reality and fiction are closer every day
A television comes on stage, against art, culture
Intelligence, literature, teleaddiction, manipulation
Too much information mechanism
Of control against communication
Sale of ideologies against one's own ideas
Trash TV against culture
Sensationalist party with second-rate actors
The silly box, they say
A young person, a woman, comes on stage
It is seven thirty in the morning
March 11, 2004
Atocha station , Madrid
July fourteen, sixty-nine
December tenth, seventy-one
October sixteenth, eighty-three
June twenty-nine, eighty-seven
February twenty-fifth, ninety-four
October twelve, two thousand and one