Hello dear friends.
I´m back to stay. Only god knows.
It´s true that by personal issues, I haven´t been faithful to my blog. I hope this change. I like to know you are there.
Today I write after Easter, a date so indicated, especially in our country Spain.
My memories are mainly my childhood in Salamanca (northwest city in Spain (where I was born), 137 miles away from Madrid where I live), with those slow and mournful processions through the streets paved with words of Unamuno.
In heaven, the cathedral, the university, the convents and the main square (Plaza Mayor). And the blood, the river Tormes, the Tormes sailing between history, clinging to bridges with silver hands.
The land of your birth is calling you as sirens calls to sailors, no escape, because who doesn´t love his country?