Lanzarote has been an orphan for 26 years, it has been 26 years without the man who loved it the most, and it is not that she is dependent, she is more than self-sufficient, but that man brought out the best in her, Lanzarote has been 26 years without that vision of betting on quality tourism, not an "all inclusive", it has been 26 years betting on a tourism that comes, consumes in the hotel for a pack of less than 300 euros (with passage included), destroys the beaches, looks at the landscape superficially and leaves with the same.
They say that César Manrique entered the Town Halls of the Island and the Cabildo of Lanzarote shouting. Shouts of rage because it hurt him that decisions were made that could damage his, ours; the land. César did not understand that "easy money" and tourism went hand in hand. César was hurt that the politicians in turn were not up to the task of defending what belongs to everyone.
But...what is politics without common sense? The same as Lanzarote without César.
Lanzarote is not the same without César, but it will always be what remains of him, in every place and in every corner.
We miss you, César. And I am sure that today many feel a "Cactus Garden" stuck in their chest, or feel like a Crab, Blind and without hope, lost in a Green Cave, without light. Although we hope that in the end a River will always wait for us to take us to a Viewpoint of hope, because it is known that if you Play with the Wind, there is always LIFE.
You will always be the César of all the conejeros, that's for sure.
September 25, 2018,
26 years without César Manrique
By Amalia M. Fajardo.
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