Los Macarras de la Moral
Grease pencil on paper
72,7 x 113 cm
Early in childhood they start preparing the bait: “If you don’t eat your soup, the boogeyman will snatch you”. “If you touch yourself, you will go blind”. All your life, they will harass and terrify you. Fishing in a muddy river of virtue and sin.
Selling cat for hare at the price of a creed, manufacturing broken pot for you to pay.
They are the masters of the farce, the disguisers of mistrust.
The trigger of suspicion, the flame of fear.
They are the soul of dread, malice and alarm. The fraudulent thugs, the Moral Pimps. They predict apocalypses while posing
as redeemers. But if you leave, you will lose yourself. They manipulate our dreams
and fears, aware that fear is never innocent. We must follow them blindly and be devout. Unconditionally trust them, and always say they are right. “If you move, you won’t come out in the picture”. “If you abandon the herd: exile and excommunication”. These decrepit meddlers organize crusades against free man. Responsible for virtually all evils, for he thinks for himself, he dreams and say it.
If they were not so dreadful, they’d be laughable. If they were not so noxious, we wouldn’t bother.
Like ghosts, without their sheet, they are nothing.
“Moral Pimps”, Joan Manuel Serrat