Vaporti Montoya with Seville Holy Week
Any passer-by walking Seville at the beginning of April will feel it has a scent of orange blossom explosion triggered the spring that the city, unequivocal indication of the arrival of big week. Intoxicated by the scent of incense santeros weeks touring every nook of the city, we realize that something important is coming.
If you look closely at the center, the days before Easter, people are breathing in the arrival of itself, we find bustling business clothing, in which citizens seek the finery for the start of it all out with the arrival of the Palm Sunday, not only reflect the people, but the entire city of party dresses, dress the balconies, the boxes of sight along with the expected influx of people and flowers of the steps to mitigate and spring bubbling as if they are alive.
As if it were a grand opening, it's Palm Sunday when the city has that special feel light, breathing, can be felt, that day magically shines more than ever, thanks to its main protagonists, the children who wait forward to the famous borriquita anxious that their olive twig is blessed with the same enthusiasm that once did their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents, with the pure innocence that fills the city of a thousand colors hispalense.
Another indisputable protagonist is silence which is present in every district of the city, in every seat along on every balcony, a respectful silence, quiet, moving in time, in others, one discovers in the bunch this week silences in humans after living Easter Sevillana.
I never understood the meaning of the word faith, until I saw the people mourn, emotions, follow many hours barefoot for a virgin to his promises. Song bolts, which even if you do not share the same beliefs you nailed in the soul like a dagger to the heart abriéndote emotions feel bad candy.
The images are breathtakingly beautiful, from the Nazarenes with their antifascist walk with one sow velones wax way to your destination, crammed to the canopy of flowers, the robes of virgins, beautiful works of wood carvings and works of art, all seasoned with the solemn music of bands that make you beautiful in the end.
I note in this story, the night of the "early bird", in which the darkness of night closed accentuates the beauty of the Palio, and the sails are like little suns adorning the Virgin and Christ, as if giving them a life of its own walk without the need for costaleros. Seems to lie, and that word is not defined, but in just two days I felt the strange feeling that one of those steps was mine, which owed him my devotion and admiration for my family roots and Andalusian roots. This step goes to the streets the night of the Sevillanas "early bird", but comes with the lights of dawn to the race official. Hablo del Cristo de los Gitanos popularly known as "Manu", with its virgin crowned anxieties also affectionately called the "Gypsy," both awakened in me feelings that I share with you.
As I said before the lights of dawn and facing the street Sierpes after his triumphal entry by Bell, is the Christ of the Gypsies, a beautiful carving of delicate simplicity, for the first time all the glitter and sparkle of the robes and Sayas are useless to so much beauty, based simply on the humility of his robe and purple velvet that face the "Manue" the suffering in her features marked by the weight of that cross to bear has touched him, it's like to step Christ took away all the pain and suffering of those present to bear until the end of its route, entering the cathedral, to the bolt of the Christ of the Gypsies, beautiful piece composed by Juan Manuel Serrat.
After Our Lady of Sorrows Crown, which has beautiful, crying for his son Jesus Christ, dancing among varales of silver, the pace imposed by his devotees costaleros and covering the front end of his wonderful cloak to peacock blue badge Alba's house bearing gifts orgullote with one of its devotees, the Duchess Miss Cayetana.
Interwoven sensations, emotions shared sublime beauty that made me in this "early bird" being a different person, or at least expand my concept of beauty, so you can not explain with words, as what they would say in Andalusia "You have to live in your own meat."
FLORENCIO MONTOYA PEREZ