"The fountain of butterflies" I think it's healthy to reflect. What's more, I think it's necessary. And, when you hold a public responsibility, I consider it an obligation to reflect, with a vision of the future and with high aspirations. Because ...
"The fountain of butterflies"
I think it's healthy to reflect. What's more, I think it's necessary. And, when you hold a public responsibility, I consider it an obligation to reflect, with a vision of the future and with high aspirations. Because that's what I think, that's what I do every time inspiration comes to me. At every moment according to the state of mind that can affect me and, generally, in the context of the burning debates in Arrecife and Lanzarote, where, as is obvious, I live, act and therefore feel more, I grieve more and, indisputably, I have more responsibility. Come on, that's what I think.
I like Joaquín Sabina's lyrics, although I don't quite understand some of them and I don't identify with others. But, with many I do. "Wedding Night", especially when he sings it with Chavela Vargas, is one of the ones that captivates me the most. Almost all the verses of that song seem to me a song to the right to live free.
To live in society, which is what the human race has been doing for centuries, I think it is very healthy "That the heart does not go out of style". But, in addition, to continue being people and not mere numbers, anonymous neighbors, I second, proclaim, demand: "May being brave not be so expensive. May being a coward not be worth it. May they not buy you for less than nothing. May they not sell you love without thorns. May they not lull you to sleep with fairy tales. May they not close the bar on the corner."
It seems that not everyone in our society thinks like this. The generality has assumed that to arrive, to remain, it is better to remain silent. It seems that the neighborhood assumes that we all have a price. We find it difficult to assume that all love has thorns, that everything that is worthwhile costs. We have become too accustomed to fairy tales, to siren songs. Fortunately, closing the bar on the corner is slow and we argue in it. But, I do not resign myself to it being only in bars, on street corners, where we can talk.
I hope the heart never goes out of style. I hope they don't close the bar on the corner, or the neighborhood teleclub, or the little shop on the back street. And may the neighborhood councils continue to exist in those places. I hope so.
But, likewise, I hope we continue to live with people who reflect aloud, I hope, really, we practice and not only preach that we like people to be able to express their opinions freely. I hope we are able to respect those who express their opinions even if we don't like what they say. I hope that being brave is not so expensive. May being a coward not be worth it.
By Lorenzo Lemaur Santana
