Alfonso Iniesta
Immersed in the routine atmosphere of the day, both in the populous city and in the modest town or in the hidden village, the fine warp of the intimate landscape invariably turns gray and uniform. The hours slide by the slow pace of their decisions, without generally producing alterations in the lives already formed. We pass on different dates the same sheets with almost the same inscriptions.
The vibrant rhythm has become monotony; The polychrome richness in nature has been lost among the dull and harsh murmur of a machine in activity., or rumors of papers in processing. The soft caress, has become a harsh cry; the cordial hug, in rough indication; the affection of the friendly word, in dry urgent order. They remain, we already know, many areas conducive to pure feeling, to generous joy, to the clear and strong vision, to selfless sacrifice, but every time, unintentionally, We are all immersing ourselves more and more in these dangerous areas that today covers with the golden tone of “elegant”.
Suddenly, conch of a thousand winged different sounds cuts the usual rhythm, recovers its varied wealth, polychrome nature; the word acquires expressions and tonalities that modulate love, friendship, affection... It's like a graceful and light rebirth in hours gone by, without completely leaving the weight of the present; a dive into friendly waters, while joy floods changed faces with happiness, and leaves for areas of better omens and more intimate, pleasant emotions.
It has emerged briskly, vigorous, the evocative memory of the “holidays”. In a flash, explodes in the most remote spiritual corner, like a joyous cry that floods the entire being. A new vigor, fiery and jubilant projects into everyday life, new and bright horizons.
Singing joy of the clamor that the return ignites in the soul. The return is to taste the emotion of the beloved environment again., the wide longing of ancient friendship, the joy overflowing between the tearing of rockets that leave their signature on the canvas of the sky, the musical rhythms not heard in the daily work of the year, the hugs joyfully distributed between old friends and old acquaintances, the exclamations of astonishment, joy or sadness in tumultuous encounters, the noisy evocation of anecdotes and events… Return Party, to return to what was experienced before feeling different from what one has felt during the day every day. Return to the youth of other days, longing for past time perenniality of emotion through the passing of hours... Blessed are those who know how to taste the beneficent fullness of these holidays to feel them as a splendid gift from God to good and simple men who know how to preserve them!.
It seems strange, but it's true. The Levantine acquires a reputation as an active man, entrepreneurial and dynamic around specific commercial desires, to a certain branch of active business speculation, of money, although I will soon put it into immediate active circulation.
And Levante is the area where a larger circle of festivals that mean worship of the past is passionately preserved., love of local traditions, passion for one's own land. When in other latitudes rites and celebrations with an ancient flavor have been disappearing, submerged by the uncontrollable wave of new customs, Levante presents an always fresh set, juicy and friendly of customs lived under the protection of the best tradition, and without secessionist intentions.
Apparent contradictions of national life. May those labeled as superficial merchants in work activities be the most romantic conservatives of the treasure they received from their ancestors..
Under the dress of the “filada”-grandfather, parents and grandchildren without interruption- vigorous impressions of yesteryear are reborn, within the broad framework drawn by the jocund vibration of the best holidays of the year. And to be reborn is to feel the heart air again with bursts of blissful youthful hours..
Yes; I would say that in the face of the undoubted uniformist tendencies of the world in which they appear with the same gray landscape, human beings, traditions, fashions and aspirations, this fragrant freshness of the local festivals, They are like a sprout of generous youthful fragrance. Time in its incessant flow impregnates the heart with constant concerns; progress launches into spaces the clamor of new brilliant inventions; politics continues to entangle the problems; Life requires greater efforts to savor it better... Everything is forgotten, in the background before the announcement of the “holidays”. The old tower covers it with prodigious symbolism. Wonder spell in his name. Because the habit of childhood, from childhood and youth to middle age, they once again weave the most splendid bouquet around the joyful laughter of a few spring hours, that are linked to the venerated name of Saint George and evoke the epic deeds of the Reconquista. The light illuminates the purity of the sky in abundance; the optimistic perfume of the atmosphere heated with enthusiasm has become a manifestation of love and joy. We would like then, feel a little better in the depths of our hearts, perceive more purely and delicately even the subtle features of beauty, conceive our daily actions with generosity and selflessness, to respond to God's gift.
the great figure with the testimony of the Holy Fathers; I would say that in San Jorge, the “party”, It is the festival of eternal Christian youth!
