But our movement would not be fully understood if they believe it is a way of thinking only, not a way of thinking is a way of being. We should not aim only to build the political architecture. We need to take, before the whole life, in every one of our events, human attitude, deep and complete. This attitude is the spirit of service and sacrifice, ascetic and military meaning of life. So do not imagine anyone here being recruited to offer perks; not imagine anyone who met here to defend privilege. I wish that this microphone I have before me carry my voice to the farthest corners of household workers, saying, yes, we wear a tie, yes, we can say we are snobs. But bring the fighting spirit precisely what we are not interested as gentlemen, we come to fight so many of our classes are hard and fair to impose sacrifices, and come fighting for a totalitarian state with their assets reach the same to the powerful to the humble. And so we are because they were always the gentlemen in the history of Spain. So managed to reach the true hierarchy of lords, because in distant lands, and our country itself, knew face death and pay the toughest missions, for what it precisely as such gentlemen, did not care. Y0
think the flag is raised. Now we will happily defend poetically. Because there are some who face the march of the revolution believe that to summon the will should deliver the most warm, believe they must hide in the propaganda todo lo que pueda despertar una emoción o señalar una actitud enérgica y extrema. ¡Qué equivocación! A los pueblos no los han movido nunca más que los poetas, y ¡ay del que no sepa levantar, frente a la poesía que destruye, la poesía que promete!
En un movimiento poético, nosotros levantaremos este fervoroso afán de España; nosotros nos sacrificaremos; nosotros renunciaremos, y de nosotros será el triunfo, triunfo que –¿para qué os lo voy a decir?– no vamos a lograr en las elecciones próximas. En estas elecciones votad lo que os parezca menos malo. Pero no saldrá de ahí vuestra España, ni está ahí nuestro marco. Esa es una atmósfera muddy, and tired, like a tavern at the end of a night debauchery. Our site is not there. I think, yes, I'm running, but I'm without faith and without respect. And I say this now, when it can do that I retract all the votes. I do not care. We are not going to go to compete with the usual bland remains a messy feast. Our site is down, though perhaps transitive way, on the other. Our site is outdoors, under the clear night, arm to arm, and at the top, the stars, which follow each other with their festivities. We were, in monitoring tense, earnest, safe, and present the sunrise in the joy of our guts.
October 29 , 1933
JOSE ANTONIO THIS!
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