Afiches [English translation]

Cruelly in the poster,

the propaganda rules cruelly in the poster

and in the charm of a paper poster

illusions for sell,

hearts for raffle,

And there you are

selling the last bit of youth,

giving me again the burden.

Cruelly in the poster, you laugh, dear!

One feels like shooting himself in a corner!

The night gives to the inner door

its haggard skin

The air wets its brush

and makes the spring with it

But what?

if your stuff is here but not you

because now you're something for everybody

like a shop window nude

I struggled for you by your side,

for God, and lost you!

I gave you a home...

I was always poor but I gave you a home!

I wore out my smiles of struggling,

struggling for you.

bleeding for you...

And then the truth,

is to rub the palate with sand

and suffocate without screaming.

I gave you a home...

-it's love fault!-

One feels like shooting himself in a corner!

• Artist:Roberto Goyeneche