To me ,to the king.

- But the 10? If the 10 o'clock in a city as neat as true to itself as Barcelona, ​​a city in which the monarchical Union has finally been able to organize its first act as soon as ... hey ... why do not you wake up Catalunya? and allow your children to preserve the infinite value of Ulysses ... of course! And then the glamorous waving and waving of flags to the heavens, to the air, flags of which the Miralles were once the standard bearers, flags that would not go against anyone, that only claim loyalty in the world, and otherwise the memory of that nineteenth-century magic of Alfonso XIII in that his particular tragedy - To me, to the King ...!