Dario Calatayud
In Baths, the most alive, authentic and exciting history is not in libraries and archives, we found her on the street. You just have to pay special attention to find it attached, without block letters, in the stones blackened and cracked by the millenary action of time.
For this reason, I consider myself incapable of exposing a historical idea, orderly and symmetrical of the innumerable vicissitudes that our ancestors would go through, and that's why I'm going to try this kind of portrait of our people, in pieces, collecting the occasional glow from each face of the prism, without previously numbering the facets, renouncing all hierarchy of order in the capricious offering in the light of observation, or to the memory.
Bañeres is a gracefully inharmonious human prism, irreducible to the system. His men and his life spring forth in the concert of the people, with the spontaneous abruptness of the fungus, rises by itself, without that exclusive tradition of other peoples due to the directives of a minority and adopting the concept that youth is not a matter of physical order, but spiritual.
Bañeres is an old town…, with young soul. He is young therefore. Youth is not a period of life, It's a state of mind, an effect of will, a quality of imagination, an emotional intensity, a victory of courage over timidity, of the taste of adventure over the pleasure of comfort.
You are not old because you have lived a certain number of years; one grows old by having renounced an ideal. The years wrinkle the skin, giving up an ideal wrinkles the soul. Worries, The doubts, fears and despair are the enemies, what, slowly, They bring us closer to the earth and turn us into dust before we die.
Young is he who admires and marvels. He who asks like the insatiable child. And then? He who defies events and finds pleasure in the game of life.
So that, we can say that our people, Bañeres, is young, too new, very strong and fresh, unbearably anonymous and charmingly unpublished.
Bathtubs are, maybe, the only town in Spain without a blood aristocracy, fasting in traditionalism, a folklore. A town that only preserves its past, tradition and coats of arms, four days of festivities with their “MOROS AND CHRISTIANS”.
In Bañeres you can see the producer and the businessman alternating and coexisting without class differences., to the intellectual worker and the simple rural artisan, merging into a bundle of joint social life, in a healthy and true aristocracy..., that of work.
In front of the old gentleman with the embossed complexion, cane boots and multi-turn girdle, against the traditional industry magnate, Bañeres only gives the dynamic type of man who creates history and elevates peoples.
He is devilishly independent, strong, practical and activist. Terribly indifferent, very believing, but without decorative religiosity.
Bañeres is a kind of large industrial hive, mix of ambitions, synthesis of the most disparate elements, where that restless spirit is cradled, entrepreneur and merchant, which is the common heritage and inheritance of the wise Arab civilization, that when melted in the crucible of time with the hard Celtiberian root, they left us our way of being. That spirit had to be expressed as an urban center, and so we have seen it grow, renew and beautify, ignoring its past and history, abandoning the cliché that parks people in patriarchal limits.
Thus, although a bit of redundancy, It is necessary to affirm once again that the soul of our people is young. And he will continue to be young as long as he is sensitive to everything that is beautiful, good and big. Sensitive to messages from Nature, of man and infinity.
Bañeres is all future and the future is, Thank God, the only face of time susceptible to poetry.
Bañeres has forged his soul and his life with the blow of an anvil, continuously and terribly flogged from the expulsion of the Moors until the reign of Philip V, time when, for his loyalty to the house of Bourbon, achieved independence.
As a consequence of this ethnic-geographical kaleidoscope, Bañeres is today an imposing factory., a town of formidable merchants who have industrialized their life, without detriment to the dark green tapestry of the countryside around us.
On the other hand, They have known how to draw the bow, pointing the arrows of restlessness and diligence at the world that is sensed. Arrows of virility that hold Phoenician hands and direct Hellenic heads.
Bañeres is also a landscape. Just one look is enough to be enchanted by its polychrome.; but nevertheless, stands out in a truly spectacular display, crowned by a joyful vision, which offers EL CALVARIO under a framework of exotic beauty, with its beautiful background, that made a great politician exclaim: It is truly the balcony of the world!!
His children love him and strangers admire him, because the, without class distinction, creed or race, It covers all hearts under its mantle of beautiful lace in a single beat.. Small homeland for us, promise land for others, of life for all.
No matter how big the fantasy is, no matter how beautiful and placid you may have imagined life in this oasis, This setting of our landscape will not disappoint, noble picture of a town, priceless link of all its beauties.
A great contemporary philosopher said very well, what, to admire something you have to know it. Indeed, To admire our people it is necessary to know it and live it; after…, she's like everyone's girlfriend, hermosa, of suggestive lines, of a warm kiss and perfumed breath.
