There are kisses and caresses, at one point they will start dancing, Pedro Sánchez puts on Fred Astaire makeup and Yolanda Díaz is forced to follow the beat with all the virtues of Ginger Rogers because “she had to do the same with her partner but in reverse at the top.” and with high heels. It is incomprehensible that an agreement between the head of a Government and the vice-president could produce such an impact in the media, apart from the obvious mutual good looks that swell the covers and screens. They hug again, I feel the emphasis on physique, but speech has to be earned and there was nothing beyond “dear Yolanda”, “dear Pedro”.
Comparing them to classic Hollywood makes them look old, even young enough to identify with John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John beyond ideologies. “I wear it on my skin,” says Yolanda, as Pedro looks at her with fascination; All of this is the result of an inevitable coincidence between the leads. They slip away before the expectant gaze of their co-religionists, oblivious to the Montagues and Capulets or to Felipe González and Pablo Iglesias, the two dark predecessors who pursue them with bared teeth. They initiate the combination of paternalism and motherhood. They laugh, they laugh, joy is unforgivable in politics.
All love arises from the instinct of survival, otherwise we have not read Darwin usefully. The dancers turned ideology into choreography, Pedro and Yolanda dancing for generations to come. A jealous Feijóo is aware of the potion the couple has given him and is insulted by the displeasure of the “infinite number of Spaniards and Catalans”, for if he guesses in the millions he will surely get the amounts wrong. Such a body contact policy has not been seen since Iglesias and Sánchez’s 2019; It is better not to review subsequent events. Wherever they go, Pedro and Yolanda will be dancing to the predictable end of La La Land. If this staging by PSOE and Sumar leaders doesn’t shake Puigdemont, nothing will.