In these times when the agreement has become a contract rather than a contract, with forty years of indefinite employment contract, when life has put me in all uncertainty, without knowing whether each year they will be extended or suspended from work and, despite having a future immigrant, they are giving their best, with respect and affection.

Note:
1. The bertsos are organized to be read from top to bottom and from left to right, following the same line and sense as the politics of our society.
2nd I have nothing against snails, snails, toads, worms… and of that crew, although they eat my plants, they also have to live. On the contrary, I have everything against insects and moths that are dedicated to violating human and human rights.

Here's a pensioner and
his sorrows have thrown him the best plants except the immutable ones, which flourished in bloom and suddenly ruined all the illusions of the





season,
of ingenuity, of beauty, of
beauty.

Apart
from the
best, the peaceful
owners, the snails, the toads and the
worms of circus,
lizards, satitosos, topos,
tritons, rabbits, palms
and cumbers…
Who is the right
to the road?

All right, very soon!
Soak up young
illusions in

the gallows, the
system will not fall sovereign, you
yes, you no, maybe… You
are going to follow… A
ray of
hope: Nothing is forever!

Where is
dignity,
where is
respect, where is propriety, fair treatment;
a
market of human
meats, reduced by
values:
the
karnet guarantees the brightest asiento.El of all was
the one

that
had
light like the sun, knew how

to do “what
was mine”, rigorous,
sympathetic, friendly, just
and he has received the most
sterile reward.

The
small
stomach is not my beloved,
neither the sterile leader nor
his
elite; neither dry slugs the
fat!
But how hard it
is to
do something, not know
how to help.

Goodbye, apple brunette, slender vine, smiling greeting, transparent gaze, gives the same thing if you

are female, homo,



trans or male, in order to get news, even if you have to revive slavery! These are sad days because the storm
has laid on us, many people are cheering, you have to think you










are doing it… but the solution is

always tomorrow.

Yesterday evening, on the phone,
a checkmate:
“You’ve taken almost too much
of
me.” I didn't want to cause any harm, because if
it's me who's part
of the system because
I'm careless, I
won't have much of it until I get
out of it.

Melody: Goodbye to the brown apple. Anje Duhalde.