Only thieves, halfwits and loonies (Catalanists, Spanish politicians, …) continue to see any useful relationship between flags, nations, football teams, folkdancing and the state.
Putting together an organ-song based on “Gacela del amor imprevisto” late last night, the question did cross my mind: Nadie comprendía el perfume de la oscura magnolia de tu vientre. Nadie sabía que martirizabas un colibrí de amor entre los dientes. Mil caballitos persas se dormían en la plaza con luna de tu frente, mientras…
