We are already in them again. I am not talking about the long-awaited elections of the distant 10-N - it is going to make us eternal to arrive until that day - but of its apparently inevitable consequence: the turn to the center .
As the superstition survives that the elections, sociologists and political scientists say, are won at the center, informants and analysts have already found that Casado , Rivera and Sánchez , at least, have begun their turn to the center.
This is a very rare phenomenon. It is assumed - much suppose - that Spanish society has an attachment to the center. If that were the case, it would not be as divided, confronted and moody as it is, but it would be found splashing so hot in the raft of moderation and good vibes , enjoying the beatific state that must provide swimming in calm waters and warm temperature . But here is everyone fighting four-meter waves or breaking the chrism against the rocks .
The elections, they insist, are won in the center, but in the center there is no one . That is why it is necessary to turn to the center, to that mysterious and almost spectral place presumably full of people of good will - where there is no longer a soul left - but which, in reality, is completely empty. It must be an Ithaca, a Promised Land, an ideal destination to travel with the strict condition, yes, never to arrive. What matters is the road, blablabla.
The parties that carried the center in its acronym -UCD, CDS- ended up closing the beach bar for lack of clientele . No game of subsequent creation, with something to scratch, has been called center again, with all the letters, it will not be that, instead of being blessed, all curses fall upon it.
There is no center party, center-center fetén, and, therefore, no center party wins the elections , those elections that are won at the center There is no one who understands! And is not here a select aversion to the so-called equidistant ?
The center, then, and to understand something, cannot be defined as a substantial and substantial doctrine, but as an occasional temperance, as melodious music, as a passing weighting that aims to attract the wandering, to whom, between extreme and extreme, they cross the desert of doubt in the rough country of radical certainties. Our leaders are centripetal once every X and centrifugal the rest of their days. The center is the last place to be reached and the first to be abandoned .
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