We will not see in paradise

    The contingency of an afternoon. La Pineda, about 9 o'clock at night. There was in that bag of hand in marriage, which lost all its charm with other supplements: the computer, (If ...! My recorder decided to die in these few days. So there was another to carry it) and a CANON (which mine has cost me to have it). But despite how loving part of me, especially that day to see how were weighing Oh doomed! After an entire edge of the beach full of people on skates, adolescents want today and tomorrow I will see with other groups of elderly out of their day at the beach (of course the men in front, hands behind his back, walking with his chest erect and their wives behind, talking about 'Martha' one of his granddaughters imagine ... Yes! Marta is getting married ... And among athletes, passionate kisses, conversations in the world and various chores, I am there with darling dress that will to the Paradise (Sun Mar) to do an article, look around, become intoxicated by the tenderness of the air and four cheeses order pizza instead of duck confit menu. Because even though I am convinced it will be a even sublime delicacy for the palate, for now my four forks are left in the simplicity of the traditional, how for example ... Yes! A good pizza. Once in the door a very happy boy leads me to Oscar who is leading the Sea paradise of sun, a man participatory employees, a man who has poured much of his life in his work ... and best of all that is in him ... he loves it! Very attentive to detail shows me every single corner of whom make up the place within a few hours will keep in my mind how something 'special'. Like has nothing to do, but it can be said ... that the service there, (yes, the waitresses of all life) had a close, plain spirit and sympathy ... Amazing! And suddenly between sensations and others, appears one of the reasons why I'm here tonight. 'Anaya Africa', with characteristic self-confidence helped by another girl who seemed to know very well what was that, putting the finishing touches to the stage tonight. A few minutes later the terrace smiles because an energy and extraordinary purity have come, 'Yolanda Germain', a woman in a while I will answer big questions about life ... and when everyone will be prepared, appears among those voluptuous White Columns 'Quique', 'Quique Germain' maybe it's true what they say that the brothers have the same blood ... because now I smiled to myself. (...) The first chords begin to sound, and how if 'chance' will be discussed, I bring 'pizza'. Do not exaggerate if I say that the pizza is more ... the texture ... I ... uh ... do not know! ... For a moment I was up food critic because I could think of so many names for this dish, so many attributes, but all mental ... because it really was so good that pizza that words could not express how good it was! And while I'm immersed in heavenly flavors to please me realize something paradoxical and 'rare' at a time ... The pleasure of taste is at the height of the music. And the landscape at the height of pleasure. This is the first night that the texture of melody with music taste. I mean ... it looked to both the environment, food, how the background music of that lovely evening had merged in perfect symbiosis. But not only these three elements had, 'Africa, Yolanda and Quique' foundations were firmly attached to that volatile meditation I had. He was tender. A tender moment. It was almost like being in a cloud. So I felt. Floating in an extraordinary joyful longing, the kind that will excite the senses and make you shed a dropper 'Aguilla' through the eyes. Fascinating her passion on stage. There were times I did not think that this could be real. There were moments of reverie. Little formal sound poetry of words ... but my hair stood on end ... The sea breeze caressing soft fabrics in a waltz with the air, leaving the fragrance of tenderness in every corner. The integrity, strength and courage of the lands of Africa. The personal growth process to convert the excitement of the past in art and pass notes around bodies malleable and expressive life to explain the why of their hearts. After one of the richest in emotion shows I've ever seen, my eyes hunt the fly one of the most intimate glances between the Germain brothers as background sounds 'Somewhere over the rainbow' Quique Germain on guitar and the voice Yolanda Germain I wish I could explain ... how I felt, but I can not ... because when something gets to the bottom of my heart, I was speechless ... After this gift I have the great honor to meet with each of them. - In Africa I realized that there is an art in the world that makes you a better person. I glimpsed a girl wanting to fly, to further explore the world he discovered. A strong woman, courageous, who has outdone itself by opening doors lit. 'And being too light.' - In Yolanda saw a woman with an amazing life, but not only that, but for what it is now thanks to your life. For people how they find very few on the road. 'If ever it costs you do not need to tell me why, you probably know, but understand that if you look lights up the sky are capable of anything and I know.' - And Quique Quique ... you did not interview ... came something wonderful! I discovered a little more ... I found your amazing self, the amazing boy who guards inside. I'm pretty sure this will achieve your dream. 'It is difficult to adjust to the straight roads, air if one is not solid. Is this complicated the challenge of being to grow, but nice do you teach to learn flying routes not to fear. 'Because it's important to walk, but it's important not to walk ever.' And so went another of my learning ... this place called ... world. PS Notes: Top the night 'try' to make a small sketch of the interview with 'Miguel Anxo' sublime photographer with a career which was 'shooting' at the premiere of 'Fragrance Flamenco Chill-Out' and got a good thing .... 'I am not a photographer.' - Only a true photographer photographer never considered. - How would my mentor Núria - 'I am not a photographer queen, I make pictures of what I see.' Alegría

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