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Scrooge in Barrio Norte (1969)

The lyrics of this song by Maria Elena Walsh was banned during the military dictatorship (1976-1983) and ignored for democracy (1983-2011), until the death of its author, by be politically incorrect. Interestingly, the murderous and brutal dictatorship, also forbade songs like "Face cheat, bum eyes" (Cacho Brown), "The song of fools "(Katunga)," Think I'm Sexy "(Rod Stewart)," Little Superman "(José Luis Perales)," just yesterday "(Moris and Papo), all with zero issues political connotation. A striking prohibition of this issue of MEW, as the mask takes a lot of "combatants" who "played" at a gambling life left, anticipating and promoting a catastrophe, which, as pointed out by Jorge E. Rulli, paved path Dictatorship access desaparecedora. But the truth is that the dictatorship was never noted for the subtlety of his intelligence. The words of María Elena Walsh, for all that we carry over 50, we have ALZEHIMER and we have not engaged in profit with politics, either before or now, that we are most recognizable. Depicts the human prototype of a time with crudeness and humor. Especially in a spot that is as visceral as expected, many, many "fighters" joined the guerrillas because the partners were refuertes and in an age where catch was not only bad word, but it was a sin, that was a plus, an added value, more than remarkable. The girls were not only refuertes, but many, many carried two important names and militated in free love with so much delight as in the doctrine of revolutionary war. Vale.

Scrooge of Barrio Norte the guerrilla you

wallpaper and walk around with Che

announcing to Magoya

that left the new law.

You talk a lot of workers but only saw

is a pawn of the street crew for Santa Fe

Vos the only guerrilla fighting Colonel

is what you get mines in fine whiskey bars

sit barracks.

If changing the world

you also want

laburo, cache, books,

or Rajah for the Caribbean where it is Father Christmas.

That while you follow

raffling a left-footed Balbín in cafes

the story of rebellion

contáselo your aunt

you going to believe.

Scrooge of Barrio Norte the maverick you

and you settle for being a flower of bourgeois

sexton of violence

while you do not pickups.

you pass by debris with changing structures

and no props if you drop a brick wall.

For the lanyards that promise as you are, and revives me

that we eat red redemptive lice

worse than yesterday morning.