Érase Una Vez

Once upon a time... we hatched from the egg with Moscow's gold, peace on our backs, the fleet at the dock and our tongues tied, with symbols pushed aside, water in the fountain, restrictions and the boogeyman. Once upon a time... it wasn't about good or bad, they were mine and they were the only ones.
Times of black market deals and streetcars, mush for dinner and a toilet in the gallery and a chicken coop. Times of One, Great and Free... Metro Goldwyn Mayer... take it or leave it... rubber bands and laundry... Quintero, León and Quiroga... marzipan and chilblains... Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno and Manchón. Once upon a time... we knew everything too early and too badly: who the Kings were, where the kids come from and what the wolf eats. All mixed up with the Palé, and the Formation of the National Spirit and the first Fridays of the month. Mrs. Francis, do you understand me...? with this knowledge, what could be expected of us? If we still don't know, ma'am, what we will be when we grow up, the children of a time, the children of an orphaned country. Children of One, Great and Free... Metro Goldwyn Mayer... take it or leave it... rubber bands and laundry... Quintero, León and Quiroga... marzipan and chilblains... Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno and Manchón.