They imagined summer blue. They were seen wearing white shirts and public office parading through the photocall of the Starlite in Marbella. Looking dark in an exclusive of Hello! The new Minister of Culture and his wife show us their summer refuge. In the promised hunt to celebrate the victory for the businessman who was presented to him in the box at the Bernabéu. At that dinner that a mutual friend had in the Empordà with Narciso Michavila, the one from the polls. What a crack that guy. Not to mention the leader of Desokupa, who would have swelled up to make proclamations for the main festival in the towns where works by progressive puppeteers were prohibited. Or those days that they had already reserved in the Portuguese Algarve, and so back we pick up the children who are going to WYD in Lisbon. What a pity it is with that Pope.
But not. Summer has been dark blue almost black. The summer of the resignation of Espinosa de los Monteros, God has forgiven him. The summer of the election by absolute majority of Francina Armengol as president of the Congress. The summer of the official languages of the State. Don't criticize him too much in the summer of 2007, we still need the PNV. The summer in which the ban was opened to be able to speak with Puigdemont, who, after all, is on the right or so they have heard, after years of portraying the former mayor of Girona as the new envoy of Satan to earth.
And, on top of that, while they were digesting all this, summer is dyed red. Some Spanish girls who play soccer very well win the World Cup. The country's king of sports returns to the top thanks to an incredible group of women. Unprecedented success. Spain dresses up for a party. Perro Sanxe receives them at Moncloa. And the president of the federation makes one of the most coarse phrases in our recent history famous. "And then I told him... a little bit?"
It is one of those moments that should be reproduced in slow motion to be able to see the faces of tens of thousands of Spaniards who had been outraged for days over much more than a kiss. Since the testicular exhibition in the box next to the Queen of Spain, the cascade of events has been unstoppable, and of all possible paths, Rubiales has always chosen the worst. Special mention deserves the sainete of relatives and acquaintances around a church in Motril.
Vox has come to the rescue. God squeezes but does not drown. Do not rule out seeing Rubiales on any electoral list if there is a repetition of votes. It is curious to see how those who exculpate Rubiales the most are almost the same ones who were scandalized by Eva Amaral's boobs, shown at Sonorama, the indie Starlite, a festival held in Castilla y León, a community governed by PP and Vox.
And Feijoo? There he continues negotiating, even if a watsap from the lehendakari is misplaced. Is there someone at the controls? The latest invention has been to offer the PSOE a two-year legislature. Accustomed to the predictable Rajoy, this sounds like an unbecoming eccentricity for a conservative leader. It seems that the Galician ex-president's tactic is that of the desperate friend he tried to flirt with in nightclubs. "Do you want to hook up with me?" No. "And your friend?"
Feijóo asked for time to be able to negotiate his investiture. And the president of the Congress was generous: until September 27. Poisoned gift. It can be very long. At the moment Ayuso has already described his attempts to negotiate with the PSOE as rookies, lacking in experience. She who has been president of Madrid for four years. Feijóo was from Galicia for thirteen, but right now nobody gives a penny because he expands his resume. He must be one of the Spaniards most eager for this summer to end, which was not blue.
