Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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Salvatierra. The February sky relentlessly to a sun that unmistakable voice says "I'm still small, but again" while effortlessly draws on this splendid arch dam walls topped by stone. In water, a farmer saves sticks. Pin goes by the name of, and perhaps the dog with better mood in the history of the universe. We observe four humanoids who breathe, feel, are. Son. The landscape of abandoned houses and erected without concrete walls gives them the prospect of a world without hurry or outlets, isolated vertigo and "hello, I do not get me." Doing more with less. The south is calling us through those who have traveled there before us. Come on. Follow.
Hervás. Ambroz river gets wet petticoats, its Jewish quarter is a wealth of twists and surprises, labyrinthine streets, balconies, goblin caves filled with seaweed tea and spices of the sun, round houses inhabited by migrants from the north, hospital, surrounded by children; small thresholds from which even smaller smiling ladies sell virgin olive oil and chickpeas "of which serve to sow, not those of today," a tiny dog \u200b\u200bactor delights us with a scene that would deserve an Oscar. What about us? Next to water, of course ... but if you give them enough time the (we) find a small terrace, next to the straws and skewers, always. Big and small big hugs from little people, some with crenellated teeth, all beautiful. And while we stain your teeth, anything more appropriate than a Sephardic restaurant? Delicious recipes from other times and other latitudes: Shashuka, Cake, burekas, Goulash, vegetables puff pastry, Eggplant stuffed with Quinoa, Chicken with honey ... and good wine. Where to go, do not miss.

Granadilla. A paved trail descends into a Jurassic irregular landscape of eucalyptus. At the bottom, water. There is no heaven. Or land. Only a continuum in which the shapes blend with your images. And a tower in which children see dragons. I see eternal spiral staircase which makes it longer the weight of the gentleman lying in my arms. His smile melts any signs of fatigue. Construction is strange: a main body square, half curved tower attached to each side. And at the top, under a metal roof, 360 degrees of horizon in cinemascope, no projector or chair. And that cielotierraagua without margins. Descend: from the tower to the marsh, water stone. Intuitively we where lie the other. On the shore, a rock separated from the rest. Steps away, a world. There, the water moves in multiple phases overlapping, merging, dissolving the self. The mind rest, the accessory removed consciousness, the sky gives us the best sunset. One minute, and another and another. Breathing. Being Ser. And note: the wealth has nothing to do with the kingdom of men. Looking back, close my eyes, flying ... and the sea licking my eyelids.
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