Those things that give us the times that country flourish. That legendary balcony, the undisputed symbol of the best days of morochaje, even if some spots as if they want to come to come and Happy Easter are heroes of the Falklands, today returned to party dresses. were just a few minutes. Both ovary up there motherfuckers. Four women so large that the only place that they bear is the balcony. Cristina, Dilma, Estela, Hebe ... I never thought that anything was possible. Who would have imagined a few years ago?
That balcony, today, for some unforeseen minutes, spoke of revolution. Without altisonancias, no fuss. revolution as well as we do the Peronist , changing the world in the everyday thing in the day to day, retirement, a barbecue, a net, work, agreement on bioenergy, an international bridge, a statement gender equality, some reactors, such things.
That balcony spoke of revolution. And the revolution has skirts.
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