El Carrusel Del Furo

When the flame of faith goes out, and the doctors cannot find the cause of his illness, ladies and gentlemen follow the path of the children and the churros perfume that in a cloud of sweet cotton awaits the Furo. Enjoy the possibility of stirring up the neighborhood... For three pesetas you can be a volunteer firefighter or gallop up and down the world on a little horse. I have two chestnuts and one roan.
Climb up, sir. Cheer up. Hang your skin on the sidewalk. Get on the wooden roan. And forget about what was and how, and hang on to the magic of letting go of everything. Ride the Furo's carousel... Get on... Two tickets for a duro. Don't be surprised if, as it turns, the moon winks at you, a couple of spins will show you how a child hallucinates. You will be applauded from a balcony with geraniums and carnations and some eyes that filled you with jingles. Put on your brother's long pants and with the first puff of American smoke and the air will be bluer and the night shorter. If it doesn't cure you, at least it comforts you. Sir... Cheer up. Hang your skin on the sidewalk. Get on the wooden roan. And forget about what was and how, and hang on to the magic of letting go of everything. Ride the Furo's carousel... Get on... Two tickets for a duro.