Childhood is such a magical plot, by unknown, in our lives that usually accumulates the most tender memories. This is the thread of my own relationship with the Pyrenees. Oh mountain, the mountain always!, Raising the prospect ...... Interestingly connected in the Judeo-Christian religion with mystical and special events.
I can not evade such a spell because my main angularity full embedded in the "summit" of the circumference and since I have not been able to exert too much power, or lack that has made me, nor do I have needed it, since it always felt like a natural centripetal force, had somehow to project. Thus, the simplest of these forms is my great taste for the heights, climb flights, climbing mountains "impossible" and of course ..... by busts with frequently in bold. So what I wrote at the time (1992) was titled "Angel Falls" had connotations of excellence, high, from "bust" and helped me learn a little more to who was hiding behind the veil of Isis.
is because the basic archetype under which we were born, never leaves us . Grace is to discover and laugh at same about the difficult and narrow margin of maneuverability has to offer.
This may be necessary to write about a very dear friend my early childhood. It's called, I hope you still keep calling, Susana. He was ruddy, blue-eyed, the world's most beautiful blue. Tall and very thin. He had three siblings, and parents were adorable and very high very handsome. His family was the epitome of perfection from my children's perspective.
Our great friendship lasted until my departure to the U.S.. We divided the grant. When I returned I found her married.
Another reason for our separation was the divergence of our expectations. She was the daughter of socially conventional family: father in the military and all that, while I was in a very unusual family, apparently, though maybe in the heart of the matter was the opposite. Now with the perspective of years I can appreciate it better.
She needed to prove the route of the left because he was born in the right hand side. My experience was just the opposite, having been born in the left lane need to prove they knew the right way. So different and so complementary. Susie of my heart, what will become of you?. The last thing is that your dear mother, so beautiful, so delicate and so admired, died very young of cancer of those who now largely cured, and you gave class in the Faculty of Psychology.
Your father, though the military, was high-flying aviator was, of flying high, living and let live. I remember you had all that was missing in my home: the familiar warmth every time she missed out on yours, ie all weekends for many years. It would seem almost part of your family in the form of lichen attached for everything you brought me.
was at home where I had occasion to admire for the first time the Pyrenees through the movies that you took out your father. On the whole valley of Anso, your maternal origin. "Someday I will go there," I said as I saw it, but would not be as desired, nor was Ordesa, just Panticosa at age 20. Later, my life would become a creative spiral and devouring as I say raise a family, which I could not "circumvent half" until the kids were self-sufficient adults. Then due to weather the Picos de Europa, instead of the valley Ansó, appeared to be more suitable to new circumstances.
The truth is that this long preamble is a collation of never forgotten experience of rapture at the sight that splendid dawn between those peaks the day down a taxi on a road impossible (September 1967) Panticosa to Sabiñánigo to take the train to Zaragoza and then Madrid. The impression I was never erased from memory. I may return in time to the same place when I say goodbye to the touch. So I knew I needed just stared down, forever, that time does not exist. The trouble was that the taxi was moving and I was still living under the tray feeding. Shortly after everything is over.
Well, this happens to be true. It has always been in my mind as the great treasure that, like the jewel that nobody or almost nobody can access, except to open its gates and narrate what I am doing now.
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