The cancer of censorship
is spreading through Spain.
They proscribe for being a woman
Virginia Woolf's Orlando.
They turned off Lightyear
in a cinema in Cantabria.
A little kiss between lesbians
is not love for the NO-DO.
Out with the phallus and the vulva
from La villana de Getafe.
The Phoenix without the Ingenios
or the ablation of humor.
The promise of the sea
remains anchored in the ditch.
Historical amnesia,
pedagogues of horror.
Saint Teresa of Jesus,
you die because they kill you.
I wish your poems would harm
the grotesque of VOX!
This summer in Mallorca
the PP neglects the line.
He doesn't want to hear about
health or nutrition.
If you go topless, they kick you out
with the music elsewhere.
At the Pride party
the inspector is in charge today.
The singer-songwriters don't play
in Moncloa-Aravaca.
Almeida's sheep
against Pedro and Luis Pastor.
It was going to be twelve years old
the Eufònic in La Ràpita.
But the mayor leaves them
without a microphone or speaker.
The cancer of censorship,
metastasis in Spain.
If they necrose freedom,
let's extirpate the Cara al sol.
