“24 years of experiencing intense support” macareno “…”
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Macarena Ruiz Peñalosa dedicated to his uncle, Antonio Peñalosa Benitez, in his 49th birthday, former costalero of Our Lady.
Children with the smell of incense and orange blossom … lost track of time because at his grandfather, “Titi” marches brothers always put up in August … I was going to his grandfather’s hand and say “queen, we will enter see the Virgin “, a must … detail, that today, in passing, that can not happen … Children Ramo charged Sunday with family, premiering shoes (which less!) … Leaving early from church to church as “they” told her their stories … “passages brothers, Candeleria, gold, sculptors …” It was one of the most intense weeks of the year, day by day in the street, enjoying the Easter week …
But … come on Holy Thursday, something was changing … was dusk, after rest, “they” were about to prepare … “One”, was preparing his sash, his sack and his “sausage” … “Other” wore robes merino, old, those who are now a relic … And were going … Meanwhile, this girl was anxious that dawn of Good Friday, to seek out … Other years, was at the corner of Fair and Resolana, when passed and waited impatiently …Nazarenes passed … And right in front of Christ, there he was … cargadito candy and faith, as he always loved his “judgment” … With its distinctive tunic and hebillitas … grandfather, grandfather!
And then … I saw her turn, to her, to the tune of “bell ringers” … That was his moment of glory … and right there he stood, was a relief, and ran to the “left leg” to call … titi! And he went home to bed happy … For the next day early and keep dreaming …
The years passed, and the bag was changed to the merino tunic … Another way of living had begun to emerge … His grandfather, though tired and old man, spent the madrugá front of the TV, watching “her Lord and Lady” through the streets of Seville … and this girl, her “queen”, asking him to wake up at midnight when the might make his “Brotherhood” by Bell … Tears plying the cheeks of his grandfather … and, curiously, also ran his own …
It was a dream, do your penance station with her sorority, feel the “tuck” of all the brothers … That moment that so often told her Titi “Maca, that’s pa ‘live’ … And that dream was fulfilled, 6 April, the day of the meet Mom …
Thank you my angel of the guard, because I know it was your birthday special!
And I do not know what to feel a “Macarena” … I know that I love, I feel it and I care … if mother say there is only one, I have two in the sky, called the same, “Macarena” , and that the Good Friday madrugá see them merge into one … I can not say and I go beyond the emotions, tears … illusion, uncertainty, nerves … With a candle in hand … that was heavy, weighing the overnight lead the heart in hand, alone and in company, yet surrounded by self-absorbed … To finish at home, at home, “our Basilica” … Feeling defeated, yet new, purified and filled full of hope … Feeling those who are no longer in this body … wanting rest, yet not wanting to end this wonderful experience … To put a finishing touch to any look, a hug and tears with which I feel my Father … Please join me in this feeling, Titi!