Let laziness that has accompanied me in recent months and again I give the key, and I do just hours after landing back in Spain.
I backpack on the living room floor, with airline tickets scattered on
the table and dirty clothes lying sprawled beside some notebooks that
keep sea salt smell still permeates my belongings.
Now I feel normal tiredness return trip, but with the necessary calm and invade me first emotions and sensations of what I left behind. As so often, the experience made me reflect on what lived, and I see that I made a very nice and special trip for three weeks for some enclaves of the
Philippines.
The notes and letters are mixed in English, Spanish and Tagalog to fit naturally with numerous images and looks that are engraved in my memory and heart.
It has been a journey that I have been very short and asked me to repeat the fate hard to explore many places that I could see. It is now the hangover of lived experience, when project and dream of a new journey that will take me to sail the beautiful landscapes of some islands too beautiful.
Philippines was a country that was delayed for some time, since that trip around the world in which for various reasons could not pass that way. Vicissitudes of fate and coincidence, it was now time to step on when that country was a Spanish colony until the late nineteenth century came.
Over the last five years I have postponed a meeting somehow considered special, in all this time I've been back several times to Asia and have traveled on several occasions by the former Soviet Union and the Balkans, but the trip to the Philippines was always there hibernating and postponed, and so is that of Burma.
Philippines was like meeting a place that already had been in the past, as if in another life had already felt the roar of the waves and the incessant tropical rain permeated everything.
While some close friends told me the country over the past years, I was shining my particular universe with various readings that have been crowding into my memory. Philippines was recorded some time in letters of fire, with love and with deep admiration for that first trip around the world ended illustrious Basque sailor Juan Sebastian Elcano in the Victoria ship. Philippines were those of a tomb Ferdinand Magellan who directed and began that epic that will be forever etched in the annals of human exploration.
And those literary strokes was followed by other notes and readings of the illustrious Miguel Lopez de Legazpi and Andres de Urdaneta , not forgetting my dear Wink Manuel Leguineche did to the last of the Philippines who sold face skin in Baler.
I look out the window of my home in Barcelona and I see the sea off the Philippines, but I feel constant brightness near its infinite blue and some beaches have desiertas.Todavía to my taste the unique flavor of San Miguel beer exercised as a national drink.
Glimpsed in the distance a reflex arc iris with a goldfish that I have etched in my retina. I look to infinity and lose the look with the supreme beauty of the setting sun in a magical sunsets.
Day after day I feel the water on my skin and the incessant sound of monsoon rain beating down the window glass. I remember with humor some words in Tagalog and especially think of the people of the Philippines, perhaps the laosinas the nobler and closer than I've found in Asia.
Now I feel normal tiredness return trip, but with the necessary calm and invade me first emotions and sensations of what I left behind. As so often, the experience made me reflect on what lived, and I see that I made a very nice and special trip for three weeks for some enclaves of the
Philippines.
The notes and letters are mixed in English, Spanish and Tagalog to fit naturally with numerous images and looks that are engraved in my memory and heart.
It has been a journey that I have been very short and asked me to repeat the fate hard to explore many places that I could see. It is now the hangover of lived experience, when project and dream of a new journey that will take me to sail the beautiful landscapes of some islands too beautiful.
Philippines was a country that was delayed for some time, since that trip around the world in which for various reasons could not pass that way. Vicissitudes of fate and coincidence, it was now time to step on when that country was a Spanish colony until the late nineteenth century came.
Over the last five years I have postponed a meeting somehow considered special, in all this time I've been back several times to Asia and have traveled on several occasions by the former Soviet Union and the Balkans, but the trip to the Philippines was always there hibernating and postponed, and so is that of Burma.
Philippines was like meeting a place that already had been in the past, as if in another life had already felt the roar of the waves and the incessant tropical rain permeated everything.
While some close friends told me the country over the past years, I was shining my particular universe with various readings that have been crowding into my memory. Philippines was recorded some time in letters of fire, with love and with deep admiration for that first trip around the world ended illustrious Basque sailor Juan Sebastian Elcano in the Victoria ship. Philippines were those of a tomb Ferdinand Magellan who directed and began that epic that will be forever etched in the annals of human exploration.
And those literary strokes was followed by other notes and readings of the illustrious Miguel Lopez de Legazpi and Andres de Urdaneta , not forgetting my dear Wink Manuel Leguineche did to the last of the Philippines who sold face skin in Baler.
I look out the window of my home in Barcelona and I see the sea off the Philippines, but I feel constant brightness near its infinite blue and some beaches have desiertas.Todavía to my taste the unique flavor of San Miguel beer exercised as a national drink.
Glimpsed in the distance a reflex arc iris with a goldfish that I have etched in my retina. I look to infinity and lose the look with the supreme beauty of the setting sun in a magical sunsets. Day after day I feel the water on my skin and the incessant sound of monsoon rain beating down the window glass. I remember with humor some words in Tagalog and especially think of the people of the Philippines, perhaps the laosinas the nobler and closer than I've found in Asia.
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