processions in the fishing villages, the procession at sea have the inconsistency of the environment in which they occur. The Virgin and the saints of the day seem to levitate on the water, as the scriptures say once his boss or employer.
then to an end, there is a failure in the space, why not also in time, when it comes to the holy land. There is a commotion, people, fishermen, waiters, the brothers, between the sea and marinas, in no man's land with one foot on the foundering ship size do fall into the water some flowers. Firm, instruments hesitate, shy, some oboe you miss a note. Do not touch the band corresponding to the paso doble that outlines clearly who will be the four carriers of the step. Palmas. Screams and cheers punctuate the passage. Some salty tear runs devout earnest wrinkled cheeks. Something as intangible as faith, it becomes liquid in the eyes of the ladies and whispering in your speaker.
The weaving of the image, faithful men who are headed to the church begins to conclude the procession. Some
rocket pierces the dark sky pastel color.
Well, another year meets the sea, people comply with the routine and the landlady, with honors and the national anthem sounds stale crosses the threshold of the church.
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