I came back soaked, so drenched in my sweat as now. 1981, 1861, 1981, 1861. I showered and took off towards Manila. It was far. More than 450 km. Ten hours, I was warned. And do not lie. The traffic and construction is happening. Little by little, I was in my destiny acercándome. Increasingly impatient to get. Es Manila, I said. Es Manila, desired. Fate. And as always, the last mile, the longest. Until the miracle. A highway. A highway of truth, with two lanes and tolls. A 100 I jumped per hour towards the city center. They are really crowded cities around the bay and the small enclave of Intramuros. When I entered the walled area saw it as a symbol of my victory. The monument to 400 anniversary of the Legazpi expedition in 1564.
When I entered the walled area saw it as a symbol of my victory. The monument to 400 anniversary of the Legazpi expedition in 1564
The "Old" and I have something in common. No greatness. Clear. I'm not a big matter how far you travel, I'm just a small man in a confusing. Do not try to conquer peaks and found cities, storytelling just because I was born and I will die one day but writer and readers do not have to ride a motorcycle forces continue writing without obeying no master. No sponsor important enough to move a comma. Like those captains who ruthlessly suppressed riots, my speech is all that I have and to protect it as it is, have separated companions, lost girlfriends and rejected checks. And it will be until the end. I'm not a great as it was Legazpi although I have a virtue that false modesty will never deny. I endeavored. I learned at home. No pain, no reward. Talent, genius, intelligence, physical beauty ... all these are gifts that God gives you or the nature. You can not be proud of it. But the effort is only our. We belong. And mine is only mine. As the de Legazpi was only his.
Miguel Lopez de Legazpi was not dark when the parcel was the Viceroy of New Spain to command a fleet to colonize the Philippines. I was not an adventurer when I left my comfortable space registrar. Hidalgo segundón, studied for lawyer, became notary (notary) y en Guipúzcoa to prosper if Marcho America. There, Thanks to his good knowledge of laws and procedures, continued climbing in his career as a senior official to be expanded and Mayor of Mexico City. When I was homeless, ranch, and family life rather than resolved, received a parcel which could have refused. .Why did not? He was older, called him "El Viejo", and already had wealth and position. Why get into that mess? What he painted in such an adventure? Is the desire for wealth? Impossible. He sold all of his own money and assembled a fleet in which he recruited his own family. The obscure bureaucrat risked everything he had in pursuit of a dream. And he did. His trip was a success. Pacified the islands, signed treaties and founded Manila. But that's life happens to you while you plan other things and Miguel Lopez de Legazpi not enjoy the rewards of your effort. He died bankrupt in Manila 1572 without knowing that Philip II had appointed Life Governor of the Philippines with a juicy income.
How is life changing. What mutable, can be short and unfair
How is life changing. What mutable, can be short and unfair. Always subject to the whims of random combinations, luck, fate, fame or wealth. Magellan discovered the Philippines and paid with his life. He received the blazon it deserved and that he did get his subordinate Elcano. "Your Primus circunmediste", you, I circumnavigated the first. Villalobos christened in honor of a prince far by who came to give life; inmate died in an enemy prison. Legazpi met all of its objectives, but never got the deserved wealth despite the company put all its efforts. No full glory. But that's the game. I guess they assumed that risk in the post and that's what makes them different from us, always complaining if things do not go as we wish. But, They did know that the destination pavers make a date or another depending on how they placed, unequal order and that needs to be addressed as inherent to the game. Now 1861, now 1981.
On the fresh mud which made these tiles are always the numbers recorded 1861, the correct date of manufacture
1981, 1861, 1861, 1981. Now I understand the reason for this unprecedented double date that does not make sense. On the fresh mud which made these tiles are always the numbers recorded 1861, the correct date of manufacture. But according to the paver will be placed by the worker of the right or the date was moving in reverse over a century. 1861 the 1981 as you look. A mere matter of neglect or perhaps relentless logic. You may put the worker did not care in what order they were placed. But it could also be that they were well prepared intentionally. The hallway on the wall is traversed in both directions. I myself am back now. The wrong 1981 to see the progress right now become 1861. The same happens to the 1861 old, Hogan to become wrong date. Floor the last steps of the wall and head to the hotel with red eyes from sweat and excitement. Now that I'm fully awake when existence is so and so has to be accepted because the cobblestones of fate are always sorted in the right order but often do not understand.
