Teletubbies These Are My Tap Shoes...

SMALL TRIBUTE TO THE GREAT

FINAL JUDGEMENT

I, sinner, sin artist,
eaten by the desire to the core,
I rush of hope and failure,
statue of pain, signs of the wind.

I, a sinner, well, desperate
of shadows and dreams
I confess that I am a man in a position to speak
of life. I have sinned. I have no regrets.

was born to tell with these lips
death that will sweep one of these days, splendid fall sharply

the beautiful aircraft that flesh and blood. Alas

arms shot up, boasting such high-
invention;
feathers nickel. Write slowly.
Here they are, kneeling on the floor.

This is my site. My field.
landing field in my desires.
Heaven backwards. It's my site and not by any change
. Fell. I have no regrets. Impetus

new born, higher.
coming up by my feet - for what you want? -
to the country of man-to-ceiling
of those shadows and those dreams.

Blas de Otero

EXPIRED ...

For the Manchego
becomes plain to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...
And now idle and goes into the gray dented armor,
and the gentleman goes idle, no bib and back without ...
is full of bitterness ...
found that beyond a loving burial
battle ...
is full of bitterness
that there "was his good fortune" on the beach
Barcino, facing the sea ... On the plains of La Mancha

turns to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...
is full of bitterness ...
goes, up, the gentleman back to his place.
many times, Don Quixote, for that very plain,
in hours of discouragement and watch you go ...
and how many times you cry me a room in your saddle
and take me to your place;
me a room in your saddle,

Knight defeated
me a place in your rig that I
I loaded

bitterness and I can not fight. Put me on the rump
you,
knight of honor, put me on the rump

and take me with you to be with you
pastor ...

For the Manchego
becomes plain to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...

León Felipe