Yellow Blaugrana Loved City! by La Fatxa

From Japan, from Japan they admire The Pep Barça Team. I can believe it! Oh My God. We’re the best in the world. Did you hear the Japanish broadcasting radio? It was so good. I loved them. They had passion, love; they devoted themselves to Barça thousands and thousands of kilometers ago. Chapeau. Barçalona és bona, molt bona. I like to see the people dressing the Barça official wear at Rambles. It’s like summer carnival. From now I only dress the blaugrana colors. I’ll propose to the Custo designers to made the wear only with blau and grana colors. The best combination. I love this Barça, they m’omplen de joia gloriosa. But BCN Week people, listen to me: you’re wrong, this edition is the blaugrana edition, not yellow. What’s yellow? Do you know? Have the Japanish fans heard something about the celebrations here in Barcelona? Do the rest of the world know something about the violent seguidors del Barça who were broken the streets furniture? That’s yellow. Yellow is also the brilliant Mossos behavior hurting the happy people in the street. Where’s the news about 3 young boys who were peacefully celebrating – but singing, maybe that’s their fault – our victory in the Unió street, far from the main people concentration? The Mossos shoot the rubber balls at that 3 boys, almost a bocajarro. The result: one of them lost one eye and other has hard problems to breathe. Collonut! (Final ratio: 3 people with one eye less.) I’m losing my time when I’m fighting to preserve my city, my country. What kind of face can I show to the world? Em cau la cara de vergonya. I’m not able to defend my petit país under that conditions. What kind of country is this loved country where the police are like non-human being and the people aren’t able to control the emotions? How can I say something wrong about guiris if here our system and way of life are wild, bad and wrong? Tiro la tovallola. I’m alone in the middle of the world. The guiris come directly from here, watch them: the invaders. The esquerres are eternally sitting in the power chairs – and at the end they are filling their pockets like anyone who has the political power: the parasits. And the common people are happy with shopping, low cost vacations and the plasma TV at home. Where are their voices against the statements? Do they really love the economy based in the tourism? Where’s their intelligence? Era d’esperar, classe treballadora: the sleepers, who only wake up when the new religion scream: “A files! A formar! El Barça campió!” And then, all fury and frustation that were saved during all year come suddenly up, in the middle of the street. “Now you can, it’s allowed till Mossos come here.”

Sóc rematadament de dretes, but not violent. My country and the Generalitat position fill me with shame. I go to live to Australia with The Pep Barça Team sota el braç. Yes, and the blaugrana colors covering me. Perhaps the Australian people know something about Barcelona. But if not, I’ll teach them about the maravilles of My City. Bye people, fins sempre.