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What was our Spring Day

"and I wonder if a

memory is something that

have, or something

you've lost. "

Woody Allen

I recently visited the site I was born and raised after a long absence. Despite a mood and a vacuum off boredom, he had felt all day a desososiego indefinable but clear. At the end of the one is little more than a meager residue of the infinite possibilities and unfulfilled in our lives.

First of all, you have to readjust to that place. "Are these places? Are these but I'm not the same," says the poet . And that is only noticed when moving from child to adult, and things have not grown as us so we did not feel the difference. Because it is also necessary to readjust if the separation occurred later. Readjust " what? It's so hard to say. Dimensions are now the same, but everything has gone back in time to provoke astonishment. An aging things in the streets as if they were people. It has disrupted our harmony with them, only that. And our reaction is reflected in silent contemplation, we were ecstatic revelation and wonder. But what surprises us return to those places is the people who inhabit them. Not exactly because it is not as strange, but this relationship, the dark complicity has with these sites. It does cause an appropriation by the people of that place that was ours and kept us an intimate union. A cafe, a place where we stopped to watch, a garden where the footsteps retardábamos, now everything is usufruct of strangers and strange us it is installed with ease in ours. There are a betrayal of what was for us and we had a pact of fidelity. We are intruders, as if we saw that our women have rebuilt their lives with that one.

Walk the streets and squares of what was the place where we live with others who have disappeared and we feel the momentum is back to where we live. Sometimes we find a survivor of the land that was ours. Then that someone greets us warmly, not exactly recall, but because our presence redeems his presence there, where he is now a stranger. However, we realize that someone is bound to rise, people no longer know, but as if it had been adapted and their language and their relationships were different. There was a darkly accommodation and also he feels betrayed. In the brief discussion of the encounter brings us back to the time which was also ours, but only in deference to the protocol. Two steps forward and is talking to someone who does not know and we definitely know what happened. We visit a land that long ago. We can never meet it again. Because life is the present and everything else is fiction. Yes, I felt a sense of unreality: nothing seems to be what it once was. Perhaps that is the only true experience of our past if we go back to visit, he (our memory) has changed. We have so many autobiographies as we remember moments.

"Unclear is, indeed, the future. Who knows what will happen? But it is also uncertain past, who knows what happened? ." Antonio Machado, Juan de Mairena.