Don Gerontino’s wife told her friends: “I gave my husband Viagra and it worked, but I forgot to give him the memory pill and he didn’t know what to do.” Carencio, a humble man, was in love with Gastela, a young woman with a great practical sense of life. The surrendered gallant said to his sweetheart: “I know I don’t have a mansion like my friend Crésido’s, or a yacht or a plane like his, or the millions of dollars and euros he has, but no one will ever love you.” in the way that I love you. How can I prove it to you?” Immediately Gastela replied: “Introduce me to your friend Cressido.”
If my four readers had known Mr. Felipe Sánchez de la Fuente, they would have been seduced by the character. He was, in fact, quite a character. Of prolific stature, leonine head and good looks, he dressed elegantly and always carried in his hand a pair of fine Russian leather gloves that he never let down. “It’s a personal adornment” -he said to the indiscreet who asked him the reason for that custom. Most Eminent Speaker, his voice had the sonority of thunder. I heard him give a speech at the Teatro de la Paz, in San Luis Potosí. He concluded it with this phrase: “To save a crucified Mexico it is necessary that we crucify ourselves in it.”
An endless ovation, the public stood up, signed that Castelarian prayer. Don Felipe was rector of the University of Coahuila and presiding magistrate of the Superior Court of Justice in the State. But he was above all a humanist. There was an expression that he detested as if he had heard it on the demon’s lips. That expression was “the labor market.” He declared in an inflamed tone: “Work is not a commodity. It is an extension of the human person, and has the same dignity. With his work, man not only earns his bread: he also transforms the world. Considering his work a market object it is lowering it to the level of things that are bought and sold, and it is equivalent to seeing merchandise in a person”. Don Felipe had plenty of reason to disapprove of that expression.
The struggle of the world’s workers to achieve decent working conditions has been long and bloody. Generally, these conquests have had to be wrested from the owners of power and money by force. I therefore welcome the approval by the Senate of the initiative aimed at lengthening the vacation period for workers, thereby improving their working conditions. There will, of course, be those who criticize this concession alleging low productivity, competitiveness, affordability, etc., but I think that the worker will be better the better his working conditions are. I say this because I started working formally at the age of 14, and I know something about the subject then. Welcome to that contribution of Morena to the well-being of the workers.
Fray Goliardo was talking with a tourist who got to know his convent. The visitor wanted to know what kind of life the monk led in the cloister, so he asked, “Do you smoke?” “Yes,” he answered. “Sure, in moderation.” He inquired the traveler: “Do you drink wine?” “Yes,” replied the priest. “Of course, in moderation.” Another deeper question was asked by the visitor: “Do you practice chastity?” “Yes,” replied Friar Goliardo. “Of course, in moderation.” Don Valetu di Nario, a middle-aged gentleman, commented: “They say that the body of men and women are very different, but sometimes they act in a very similar way. I have run out of sexual desire, and at the same time My wife got rid of those headaches she got every night.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE
OPUS 33 VARIATIONS ON THE THEME OF DON JUAN
This morning Don Juan went to the first mass in the church of Our Lady. There he offered the holy water to a lady wearing mourning clothes. She barely touched the gentleman’s hand, traced the sign of the cross on her forehead and then disappeared among those attending the service.
Don Juan thought he knew the mourning woman, and waited in the atrium for her to come out to see her well in the light of the sun that was already peeking out from behind the towers of the temple. He waited in vain. The woman did not come out of it, nor could the knight find her inside the sacred enclosure.
He returned to mass the following days. The lady never came back. In the solitude of her room, the former seducer thinks of her and wonders if she was perhaps one of the women to whom he swore eternal love that lasted one night. That thought torments him.
Not far from there, in an old house on Calle de la Cruz, a woman dressed in mournful clothes thinks of Don Juan, and that thought torments her.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
by AFA
“. The price of gas will no longer go up.”.
A thousand times, as I understand,
The President told us
but the gas is not obedient
and continues to climb.
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