I don’t understand Pedro Sanchez It can look bad at any international event where an exotic, loose or transparent shirt is displayed, there with a date pacifier, a toucan-billed pacifier, an eggplant pacifier, or a paramecium pacifier. People believe that Sanchez should learn something from these meetings, save the world like an environmentalist and Rastafarian surfer, take democracy with him like a folk guitar or a hookah. But no, Sanchez just wants to fit in, and he would go no longer in a Balinese shirt or guayabera, but in a cactus or coconut dress, he would go half-naked, like a pearl diver, if it is necessary for us to see that there is no one better than him, and that even her nipples move and adapt and are mosaic like the eyes of a chameleon. Of course, the most important thing is that the matter stays there, in the protocol and mimesis, no one is going to get into politics when the staff is throwing an Ibizan or Panamanian or Hawaiian party. That’s what Sanchez had to say. feijoo in connection with the Ibero-American Summit. You don’t talk about human rights with guayabera unless you’re a killer like a king Felipe VI.