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PHALANX IN THE OCTOBER 29


HERE GETS THE END OF THE BOOK "FOR THE LOVE OF YOUNG CESAR"


has agreed voluntarily to this week hopeful of 27 to 2, which covers the hopes of redemption of Spain, the day of the meeting of deceased and the glory of the saints.

meet tomorrow
memory and loyalty in the grateful memory of the act of confirmation fundacón of the English Falange, a movement for the redemption of man, trapped between the edges of liberalism and Marxism. He has transcended time and full as red-hot iron, seventy-five years of life and loyalties, but also silence and betrayal.


"For the Love of Young Caesar" ends when José Antonio, dead, launching a last look at the world. Missing something fundamental here is:



JOSE ANTONIO ON STAGE

By the will of God, José Antonio again with his fall when it opens up in flower, October 29, site of All Saints and All Souls.

Low spark of the time and hit the stage. Behold the thrill of the faces, the force of words that he left, the desire to create better worlds and higher goals. The youth of the third row, which tightens the jaw and torn between the excitement and joy. The other, to discover, once again, he winged words rise above the misery. It all makes sense.


a phalanx, after the podium, read the speech of the Comedy Theatre, so vivid and true than in 1936, as urgent as in 1936. So determined to reject despair and to preach the joy, the service life and heart as a condition.


By the will of God, just God, José Antonio gets rhythm of each word. "Nothing in a paragraph of thanks. Tersely, thanks, as for the brevity of our military style. "So reads the Falange with large, clear voice.


Watch the Young Caesar sees men and how from them out, dissipating the fog of Spain. Spain sees in man and man to Spain.


"... aspires to reach the injustice to as many degrees beyond the more arrived here in the injustice system liberal. "Read the Phalange


Caesar and know more than when he said that. Life, if not measured, it is just unfair to everyone. Life, if not treated, contains the horror.


"God, what a good subject if Oviero good sir! That came to find us in the movement that begins on this day, this legitimate dream of Spain."


God, God. "Says José Antonio" It was a hell volunteer to have a permanent sense of history and to the life. And honor and glory of the flame.


"... there is a way of thinking is a way of being ..." -Read.


there anything else, God. Leaving a mark in this air of silver. Falangist overturns on reading. He takes the heart and throat. Inspire.


"Woe to him who knows no lift, face-destroying poetry, poetry that promises polvo, sudor y hierro, la injusticia que duele y la verdad brava que mata! La poesía que no ha de terminar nunca de quemar el alma."


    El lector se detiene. Mira las líneas de palabras. Ha leído lo que José Antonio no dijo y, sin embargo, siente triunfo y fuerza en la entraña.


   La novia le besó cuando salían:

   -Hubo un momento que pareciste José Antonio.


-ever we all look alike.


"When you read that promised the truth that kills.


"The scenarios are not empty ever. There are always dreams.



alumbre.Que
May our lives be our death Spain and the name of God, from above, we smile.


Arturo Robsy

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