Tuesday, June 29, 2010

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Granada ...

Alejandro Prieto

lying on the lawn of a park in Florence, I see the huge fountain full of life and freshness that stands majestically in front of me. Surrounding it is a huge lake where the kids throw bread crumbs to the ducks. The shadow of a huge ash tree shelters me from the sun and everything around me is peace and beauty. Near me, a family enjoys sitting on the grass, past a girl reading a book with his bicycle. Environment eyes and imagine that the trees above you can see the silhouette of Albaicin and Sierra Nevada in the background. In my delirium I guess in the future and the Millennium Park in the grounds of the Renfe has come true. I let go of the idea and I imagine that Grenada has achieved his dream of a large park in the heart of the city. The buildings are now covered by big trees that cast shadows and coolness about people lying relaxed on the grass. Only listen to the birds, the laughter of children and a bike horn away.
futuristic In my dream I wonder what happened to this wonder has become a reality. Know the reasons but I suppose at some point politicians realized the great opportunity before them and decided to join forces and forget your fears to realize the grand design of Granada in the last 100 years. I wonder if I am too only dared to think, but I feel optimita and eager to continue to dream: In my utopia, Granada has become a sophisticated European city where everyone moves by bike and parks flourish in every corner. My dry and gray city has become a real garden. The surrounding hills have been reforested and now looks green and beautiful. The seats are not only the roof of the car parks are now full of life and students are scattered over your lawn (I think I even need to get drunk because the reality is more beautiful than any invented).

It's late and I have to take the plane to return to Spain but I get again to see this picture perfect absorbing the last rays of light. The reality is ruthless but still resounds in my head the sound of the birds and my heart does not waive never dreams. At the end of the day, La Alhambra also was once just an idea in mind of a dreamer.

Alejandro Prieto, published in Journal