Death has been playing with the lives of people on this island where, until recently, the passions were enveloped in vapors and pachangas that served to disguise the Castro La Banda. The expedited
1959 that, incidentally, are outstanding connoisseurs of Cuban anthropology, alienated consciousness of the people offering the unimaginable, first offered (thanks to other people's money), a sui generis country where he had to say "fellow " and then created the world's largest insane asylum with dogma and absolute power to dispense, and killed without requiring that people could express their will. Everything comes.
In Cuba that Cubans want today submitted to the silence, there seems no room for Castro lasting institutions like the People's National Assembly whose unanimous votes are as funny as the films of Charles Chaplin.
For the same reason, Raul Castro does not release Dr. Oscar Elias Biscet and the other political prisoners because, to die in his bed, the greater retranquero have to live with their hostages in tow as in the times of the Middle Ages . Our
generalazo know that many people like scabies velándolo the dog, and without a spark would be enough for the pathetic Cuban pushing more than half a century ending in a thunderous collapse, sudden and total.
stench stiffs do, gentlemen.
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