As Antonio Machado said, "of all memory, only the clear gift of evoking dreams is worthwhile." This is how I begin this reflection dedicated to an ARTIST.
The harsh and cold winter was coming, as a child in that Asturias that saw him grow up, in school; wrapped up and with those green eyes that transmitted joy and light, in that Jovellanos institute; a teacher could see in him that future artist that he carried inside; to be a MUSICIAN, and he began his studies at the Conservatory.
His first teacher of Russian origin; began with that kid, to bring out all the curiosity and emotion he had inside.
As Francisco Mora says: "The brain only learns if there is emotion." Gonzalo felt that restlessness like his father and from an early age; he began his training, and his grandparents appreciated sitting and listening to him, the piano keys were a reflection of his heart. His childhood friend Rufo admired that talent and gift he had, considers him his brother and enjoys talking about his experiences.
He began his working day from a very young age, in those Asturian Shipyards where, in cold and heat, in subhuman conditions, where he was paid a hardship bonus, due to how risky and reckless that work was, the shavings got into his eyes, but even so, he still had a lot of desire, to go play after that working day. His piano was his passion and nothing and no one could take away from his head nor did he want as a musician to put aside what he liked the most. He traveled the Spanish geography, with his groups playing at parties, at parties, but it was always his light, that art that we often forget, which is music.
Years passed and his best melody was the birth of his son, there he began his new facet as a dad, he said to himself, if I am well, my son will feel my happiness. Time passed and due to circumstances of life, he parked the music at a given moment, feeling that half of his body did not work; it was like mutilating part of his body.
One day he looked at his hands and realized that it wasn't him, he was missing something and he had left it aside, it was like breathing halfway. He sat in front of a piano and his fingers began to flow as they always had; with all the tenderness in the world, his heart started up and he began to live with light.
Every day he looked at the sky and said, dad, to the sky, I send you my Chariots of Fire and to you mother; to my Gijón, all the thanks in the world because with every stitch you gave, in a piece of cloth; you gave me the life and the possibility together with dad, to be able to continue with my expensive studies, from a humble family, but they gave me the opportunity to make my dream come true, it is not only important that dreams come true but that we continue with them.
He promised himself that nothing and no one could take away that illusion. now, at present that wonderfully artistic person has taken the reins of his life and now it can be said that he is a great musician and a great pianist. Those of us who have been able to enjoy his melodies know what it is to feel the soul vibrate. I will always say that we should not abandon our illusions, that no one steals our dreams because if someone truncates that possibility we will never be ourselves, he could not give the love he gives to his son if he did not have that possibility of feeling happy with what he does, something super important in life, if we are happy with what we do that is transmitted; we can spread that light to everyone around us.
This reflection is for a person who today can answer the question, what do you do? I am a PIANIST.
Let's not underestimate people with a training that gives us that Oscar for our senses. Doing what we like is not a job, it is an enjoyment.
As the song by Agüeros says, I want to jump the branch of an oak, and he got it. Without dreams there is no life.