The day pointed to what is expected of a working in the end of July. One of those days after which they appear, imminent, the holidays. Because, with your lordships dressed in garments that are worth you to occupy your seat to splices when you go for a glass of Godello on any terrace. Saharan, linen and esparto shoes, few pairs of socks, earrings and colors that seem not to fit with January.
In the hemicycle, more empty seats than people and almost everyone speaking on the phone. In the morning, faces of those who go unnoticed by the streets. Your face sounds to me, and I don’t know what. In the afternoon, when I had to say yes or no to decrees, almost complete capacity.
It smelled like summer and also decaffeinated coffee. Just the occasional corrillo, confidences with trustworthy journalists and the attitude of those who are no longer in a hurry for the final notes or almost anything in general. Veraneo places conversations, you to the Pyrenees and I to Malaga. Everyone with “I can’t anymore” behind. Cicero and María Zambrano quotes, also Juan de Mairena and even mentions to Silvester Stallone in ‘Rambo’ and the ‘Titanic’ Dicaprio. Tanned faces wishing to catch the well deserved rest to hang on social networks the so manido “disconnect to connect.” District of having your head on the beach.
Without stopping looking at his mobile phone as who is pending multifúbífico on the day that the Second Division can ascend. On the other side, Elías Bendodo walking through the seats, as if I magazine the guests at a wedding, to see if everything is to her liking. At least a couple of deputies ending their interventions with a “happy summer.” At least another pair of deputies by declacing in their parliaments, making dramatic pauses and the occasional over -acting gesture, vocal strings asking for help.
The Minister of Ecological Transition and the Demograph Antiapagones Decree ‘ that was voted today. At 17:51 in the afternoon, she and the Minister of Culture, Ernest Urtasun, were the only ones who occupied their seat on the blue bench. His face shouted at the four winds that it was not going to be the best day for the third vice president of the Government. Before the vote, I already knew that it would not go ahead.
People in favor of inclusive language, other people mocking the matter. José Luis Ábalos doing the walk with gait and smile of like it, without making statements such as the celebrities who have already acquired the legend label. Gazpacho without the cafeteria menu. Tiredness inside and outside the building. Votes for yes and no. Negotiations and pressures and this is intolerable and this is essential. Applause without desire. Stars in discount time.
When voting, a screaming market, which is also a thing also typical of the holiday period. “Yes, green!”, “No, red!”, “Yellow abstention!”, And so on. For those who frequent this place, it has some grace. For those and for the rest, the government took seven of the eight votes.
There has been less noise and anger than the usual. And there are days like these that are appreciated, with hypotension, when the usual is usually the opposite. There are days that the body votes and then brings together San Jerónimo’s career, desperately looking for a terrace.
