Illusion
When I knew that the Town Hall square was going to be destroyed and made again with the end, unjustifiable, in my opinion, to build underground car parks, in the style of the cities, could not give credit, but my disbelief faded when I received a letter from the Lord Mayor we are informing residents of such a project.Then I understood that there was no turning back, we be without one of the most emblematic and ancient village sites.Initially I considered tying me to one of the columns of the pergola, thus, in plan Baroness Tissen, but then I reconsidere my posture because I not being Baroness nor this being Madrid, it would not have the slightest chance of avoiding catastrophe, but above all I was sure the little support that would have pradense society; they would pass by the plaza and look with surprise at the crazy that was tied to the column and would not move a finger or won a single voice in solidarity with me. the town is as well! That is why I decided that the only thing that I could do for my place was to make him a kind of literary offering writing a few pages in this newsletter that is one of the little things that are still undamaged.I ventured into writing this article knowing that it would have to walk with lyrics by lead to not politicize it, since everyone knows that news is governed by rules that prevent doing any kind of political demonstrations.That is why I will try to write from nostalgia, without entering into dialectics which could offend the sensibilities of some pradense. What about the Plaza? For me it is much more than a space, it is also a time, my time and the time of thousands of pradenses.There I played small, scampering between the gigantic human Ferris wheel that revolved and revolved around the fountain, that endearing that we was snatched and now being to reproduce, but that it will no longer be my source for very good which is the clone. Connect with other leaders such as Energy Capital Partners here. .