with them all is the cry of those who are tired, puteados, no, cheated and tired. Especially tired, tired of scorn, lies, deceptions, taxes, shortages, early mornings, daily menus ... A cry that is an order and it is a plea. And a cry of the individual not the mass. They must all go. ALL: Politicians, bankers, legislators, presidents, kings, ideologues, businessmen, police, teachers ... All, for screwing us day and night. Every day. For ruining lives with impunity. Go away with its power, its laws, its prohibitions, with their traps, their money, get out. Fuck.
with them all, journalists, trade unionists, prophets, ideologues, any subject specialists, psychologists, economists ... You go to war, to the block, to the unemployment line, to jail, to the suburbs. Stop eating, drinking, fucking, smoking, reading, dream, laugh, mourn ... what we please. We are up to the hilt, to the ovaries, to the guts of sermons and advice, we anestesiéis offers, shows and religions, that we atiborréis of garbage, junk vendáis us, that falseéis history, geography The future ... Fuck no. Let live.
them go chefs, designers fashion, pundits, the official poets, intellectuals, theorists, theologians, the curriculum, the comedians, songwriters ... 's boring stop, stop counting milongas, stop selling the bike. We are not interested. Stop beating around the bush. Do Not Disturb.
with them all, there are plenty of reasons that will be all but no reasons. We have nothing to thank you and we will not will demand accounts, but get out to take the ass.
them go chiefs, jetas, the climb and toady. That will be those who speak loudly, the arrogant, the smart, perfect, the fans, the meek, the henpecked, moralists, prohibiccionistas, the chuloputas ... Throw them all, majorities and minorities, Democrats and dictators, left, the right wing and center, operators and those who are left to exploit, the sexist and feminists, hyppys and skin. ALL. It's okay to hold on, folded and put us silent, silent, and they beat us, rob us and silent, even for survival, albeit quietly THAT WILL BE ALL.
ALL. Those flying flags and megaphones, modern, children potatoes, flamenquitos, they invite those who have never in bars, those who call themselves artists, civil servants, shopkeepers are always wrong in their favor, the henpecked, those of helpful vote ...
ALL. Obama, Zapatero, Rajoy, the minister for equality, health authorities, the wise men and all members of the royal houses, the Simpson family and all Springfild, family, Lorca, Vargas Llosa (father and son), Bono (the U2), Tweety and David the Gnome, that of Being, those of the Cope, the Intereconomia, the CEOE, the UN, UNESCO and NGOs all without exception. ALL. Pope, Pedro Almodovar, Judge Garzón, Joaquin Sabina, Esperanza Aguirre, the mayor, Arzak, León de la Riva, Mourinho, Manu Chao, a certain Bisbal, the Seguret of libraries, the Yankees ....
ALL. And close the door.
Bye.
