Ávila is to Teresa of Jesus, what the sea is to the sea: both carry the rhythm they set for each other, to the beat of that unfinished symphony, which are the tides of History.

In that sense, it is disgusting to see - and I beg pardon if I offend, but I apply to myself the right that grants me to say it, that unalterable law that there is nothing written about tastes - that being a land where a heart of stone protrudes naturally from Berro, to the point of contributing to endow, even more if possible, of beauty to its already splendid cathedral, have chosen the pristine marble, perhaps from the white Carrara - and I also apologize, just in case, because I have nothing against it either - to make a statue of the saint, life-size and arrogantly contemplative, that seen in the distance, seems, if not a flag of surrender on foot of its immortal walls, then a ghost that groaned pitifully outside them.

However, if I were to think of it as a ghost, it is also true that I could not imagine spiritual ectoplasm size, except as a singularly overwhelming force, that even in that mysterious border that delimits those two singular states of existence - the beyond and the here and now - always has something to say, producing diverse sensations, depending on the personality of the person willing to listen.

And it is that, dear friends, I cannot imagine this saint snatched, except if I look at her with the same eyes with which my inestimable Magister, Don Antonio Machado, saw him, his knight Don Guido: like thunder, dressed as Nazarene.

Because not in vain, Teresa of Jesus, was one of the main mystics of that, our unrepeatable Golden Age -the others, believe it, were lost in the glorious depths of those unfathomable abysses that our bankers also swallowed - to whose snatched and unrestrained mysticism the Berroqueño heart was -which at that time, and if we are to believe Don Miguel de Unamuno, yes, he did, beating strongly within his little chest - the golden arrows of that perfidious and loving Don Juan who, whether it be called complementary or circumstance - choose, then, Machadian poetry or Ortegian objectivism - Herr Jung presented us as Collective Unconscious.

The things of Juancar347';: Ávila, Saturday, 9 February 2019

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