Between gunpowder, chocolate, smiles and water, there you are, just as I wanted to remember you, time passes, but you are always the same. And if the dance or the ninots help you shine, don’t suffer from Falla, you’ll always have us; because there is no pandemic that makes this day not special, because there is no water that falls from the sky that makes us stop.
And if the years go by and the memory remains, I ask you to bring me with you, there where we made friends with the fire.
