keep memories of my childhood, not at all vague, considering the distance that separates us from this, the events that happened and is now revealed, to the promptness of the developments that are taking people and the ongoing demolition of ancestral values, architectural, cultural, and many more. of them, who ruthlessly killed, that they forget and become temporary signs only worthless, sad. Reveal these feelings, seeking the lost image again, as if to touch it and live it intensely . Are those sweet, fleeting experiences, which forced me to emphasize in this recall. Tacoronte and streets, stretches of highway and roads to the coast and upstream paths to its mountains, leaving behind their sides of the Atlantic. Was pleased to see his fertile field full of fruit orchards and vineyards carefully lifted, the beautiful hanging clusters of grapes ... I remember as a child with imagination peculiar to this age, peer through the sunny roads, the comings and goings of animals carrying huge amounts of fresh vegetables, stunning examples of our potatoes and fragrant fruits abundant, such as apples, pears , figs, milk, peaches, plums, peaches and these bunches of grapes, which passed joy at sight. The farmer then, tough guy and while good-natured, was more detached than today, some of which rightly be . They were pleased to provide the pedestrian with which to cross, a sign of its charge, accompanied by or 
na generous smile and the usual goodbye goodbye to that, without further discussion with more words. Was a traditional way that custom always characterized Lately I have not visited as frequently as before, I prefer to imagine as always was and not suffer the tremendous disappointment to see everything changed, and suffer the penalty of not being on the road with many people who know and those that keep good memories, indelible memories and knowledge that have already gone ... And I do not know those who live today in their beautiful homes. I think it's the air that rises from the coast, encountering the mountain breezes, then blend in the most pleasant perfume, the smell of fresh grass, ripe fruits, dried thyme and sea, which seduces us both . It is the peace that reigns in the cozy atmosphere, perhaps, what numbs us and takes us back to poetic dimension, a different world that invites only dream of living while living and dreaming. It is perhaps my love for that quiet place that magnifies well. It scares me when I hear or read some claim about their progress ... Hopefully we can keep it as has always been and the new generations have available for their breaks that magical place. Enjoy field Tacoronte and customs, as a blessing from heaven.
I was just a visitor from Puerto de la Cruz took me some time and stopped at the Plaza del Cristo, and went to a house with two floors, doors and windows painted green, with wood floors, front the Plaza, I can not remember the number. The lived with his family, an elderly lady named Mrs. Magdalena. A good seamstress at the time, where I had to make me clothes when she was only nine or ten years, was recommended by a cousin yours, Mrs. Carmelina Alonso, a resident of Puerto de la Cruz and lived in the same street as us. I remember most is who will be so lovely and warm it was, the details I will ignore, not whole lot here. I imagine that Doña Magdalena, there crossed the threshold of the Kingdom of Heaven ... I had a something in her eyes that conveyed affection and trust, and his hands were so gentle when stroked ... I remember with sincere emotion.
She comes to my mind, possessed by emotional memory, and the face of Christ, with its impressive expression of fatigue, humility and love, wrapped in divine silence ... She and her delightful smile, murmuring laudatory phrases, which, at my age played more as a compliment to my good behavior, because my parents raised me well, because it was not pretty. Those visions soften
more conditioning to do critical work, I was shocked and saddened me to see now how everything has changed. And people in the past has gone to the spiritual dimension of eternal silence, not with us. And there are only a few things that attest to the charms of this time loss of those people and many customs of our ancestors
ADOS. Even the sky seems to be different, when, remember, we passed without stopping the gray clouds of those charged autumn romanticism, whose breezes carried the scent of their rich vineyards after the generous harvest. Everywhere you see the attempt to erase the last traces of our past, filled with light and harmony, where the man without fear drank the clear water, the sewers . And the girls of the countryside, fragrant with rosemary, were graceful and shortcuts, downhill, without fear of anyone who might intercept them with malice. Cheerful and colorful, as would the farmer, smelling like roses ... That Tacoronte that sometimes appears in my dreams and I returned the lost illusion, also holds for me, the beautiful image of your logo topographic, one of the most Tenerife attractive, with its welcoming neighborhoods, its people and that wonderful breeze inten tioned that, unavoidably, dragged me to a dreamy world of peace and quiet ...
CELESTINO
GONZÁLEZ HERREROS 
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