BUT PhilipIn 1982, loving mothers voted for him as a bolero singer. All of Spain fell a little in love with Felipe, lottery ladies, disillusioned workers, party lawyers and university feminists (then feminists still fell in love with men with full lips and big hands who manipulated papers and speech like a plow). I believe that Felipe won only thanks to the votes of his mistresses, that he tied himself to Spain with his coquettish socialism, his yeye socialism, which spoke Threshold. Spain was tired of technocrats in mourning suits and thick bullfighting glasses (they only allowed thick glasses). War, which was not so much an intellectual spectacle as a spectacle of sewing, with which he sewed the future felipism in the room of the stretcher table). Spain is even more tired of colonels and generals with grumpy lips and heads. Spain wanted passion, she wanted a march, she wanted freedom, she wanted those “changes” that she seemed to have been waiting for not since the fall of the dictatorship, but since Ferdinand VII. And Spain voted for Felipe as a boyfriend with elbow patches on his jacket.