Los Macarras De La Moral

Without haste but without pause, like the 'calabobos', from the tenderest childhood they prepare the bait: 'If you don't eat your soup, the boogeyman will take you away...' 'Impure touches will make you blind...'. And they harass you for life, fueling fear, fishing in the murky river of sin and virtue, selling a pig in a poke at the cost of a creed that creates broken dishes that you end up paying for. They are the sauce of the farce. The core of the bad vibes. The fuse of suspicion. The flame of the uproar. They are the soul of the alarm, of mistrust and fear. The swaggerers of the deceit. The thugs of morality. Announcing apocalypses, they go as saviors and if you let them, you will inevitably get lost. They manipulate our dreams and fears, knowing that fear is never innocent. You have to follow them blindly and be devoted to them. Believe them wholeheartedly and agree with them that: 'He who doesn't stay still doesn't appear in the photo...' 'Whoever strays from the herd, banishment and excommunication'. They are the sauce of the farce. The core of the bad vibes. The fuse of suspicion. The flame of the uproar. They are the soul of the alarm, of mistrust and fear. The swaggerers of the deceit. The thugs of morality. Without haste but without pause, those old fogies organize their crusades against the more or less responsible free man for all evils because they think for themselves. They dream and say it. If they weren't so fearsome, they would make us laugh. If they weren't so harmful, they would make us pity them. Because like ghosts, without haste and without pause, they are nothing if you take away the sheet. They are the sauce of the farce. The core of the bad vibes. The fuse of suspicion. The flame of the uproar. They are the soul of the alarm, of mistrust and fear. The swaggerers of the deceit. The thugs of morality.