Carlos Cortés Sempere
The evening of that 22 April appeared with storm clouds threatening, the sun struggled to make themselves look but without much success. He looked at the sky begging for mercy while awaiting the turn out for the parade entrance near the Font Bona. Front had to Jordians and New Moros and lent themselves to follow in our footsteps. I looked at my watch, marked the 19:15 hours when I heard the speakers' special squad of Luis Ferre Mataix, prepared ".
Luckily we were attentive and no one had lagged. The music plays, the pasodoble Classico to Avenida de Gregorio Molina. We heard the first applause and professional photographers and fans cast their flashes and other with tomavistas capture the movements of remembrance and for posterity, wishing to immortalize every moment. It does not rain. Pasodoble stops ringing out and prepare to march to the beat of a blackberry up. Pay attention to the early stages and check that surprise us with a new, unexpected. by my side, Gregori friend Paco reveals me the title. <<Éxodor >> automatically comes to mind a song that popularized Manolo and Ramon "The Dynamic Duo" back in the 60 the last century. I also remember a book that in those years the novelist Leon Uris published, with the same title and whose book was the reason for a film so entitled, played by the famous actor Paul Newman. Dalton Trumbo's script and directed by Otto Preminger prestigious. I remember that the author of the soundtrack was Ernest Gold and won an Oscar. Later he would add lyrics to music with the title "This land is mine" (This land is mine). Many famous singers made it world famous and letter translated into numerous languages, each with its unique vision and way of interpretation.
As we went to applause, flashes, sounds and joy, came to my mind the verses of the song that speaks of the earth, of a people walking towards an ideal. Came to my mind leaving the village of bañerenses many who for various reasons had to find their "promised land". I know I meditated about it at a time of celebration but sometimes we can not avoid some thoughts that mature us, and between music, applause, joy and laughter, my brain led me through the intricate byways of memories of friends, my squadron mates would not be enjoying and sharing our parties. Feelings can not hide and I was thrilled. I remember reading somewhere that in the late nineteenth century, a third of the population of our people had their particular "exodus" by having to look away from their way of life due to food shortages because of crop failures. During the twentieth century many "exoduses" took place for different reasons. Bañerenses many found in different parts of Spain or abroad away from the land they were born that, definitely, They remember his people and in these intimate parties ... The music continues martilleándome the brain and feelings. I look at one side and another, Rings "view balconies" and I find that many people who wanted both are no longer in those balconies or others whose seats are occupied by others. Why so many memories crowd now with music when it was fantasies for years, delusions, hopes,…?
I tell myself "mood, the show must go on " (The show must go on); yes but ... emotions, the memory of many people, friends, family,... who rules the heart?
With all these thoughts we approach the town hall and when it seems to have regained his breath comes another emotion. I see the Moro New -Joaquín- bet, like all years, in his wheelchair at the entrance to the plaza La Malva, clapping and his immaculate smile. I get excited. He looks at me with his particular "exodus" piggyback. Sigh. Makes me want to applaud him, give him a hug and thanks.
We entered the square. The parade lasted 45 intense minutes. Are some 800 meters long from "La Font Bona to Plaça" immortalized with his music teacher Don Godofredo Garrigues. A last memory absentees and a big hug of welcome present.
The last thing is to pay tribute comes against the Church to our distinguished patron St. George the Martyr, which from its niche on the facade *, It OKs our devotion and pleitesía. We hope the entrance of the captains and bearers. We thank God because it has not rained. The band stops playing. Her excited my memories go.
Suddenly I hear my name and I turn. Surprise. A hug. In the distance sounds a march mora. ...
EXODUS (This land is mine)
By Pat Boone
This land is mine, God gave this land to me
This brave and ancient land to me
And when the morning sun reveals her hills and plain
Then I see a land where children can run free
So take me hand and walk this land with me
And walk this lovely land with me
Though I am just a man, when you are by my side
With the help of God, I know I can be strong
Thoug I am just a man, when you are by my side
With the help of God, I know I can be trong
To make this land our home
If I must fight, I’ll fight to make this land our own
Until I die, this land is mine
For the Dynamic Duo
The sea, Sun
and the world of the two
If you stay
with my
For your love here
I will not lose faith
And I can have
I dreamed land
Flower light
And a world of illusion
If you give me
The heart
I will fight for you
All your love will be
And I can have
I dreamed land
*Sculpted by master Don Octavio Mora Ferrero and whose cost rose to three thousand five hundred pesetas (years 50) and it was funded by a bañerense family Thanksgiving.
