Naked, clean and pure with the clothing of the blue of the sea and the sky, towards Jávea I navigate the shortest path. I hope the tour is short and I will arrive soon at 'My dear Xàbia'Where my soul drinks the sweet effluvia that feed me and polish my sadness and melancholy.
I don't want oblivion to take a toll on my heart. Not that my lean and wrinkled face is consumed and loses its smoothness too quickly, but that I do it slowly and savoring the fruit and honeys of the tasty flavors of the immense pleasure that Jávea provides me.
I hurry in sailing because I do not want the night to take over me, and unleash the horror of not being able to arrive happily at port, and to fulfill the desire to find the meekness that I feel together with that javiense affection that so much tones and relaxes me .
Jávea's longing mortifies me, it's like endless torture. However, the hope of seeing her again congratulates me.
I aspire to arrive with a clear conscience so that the reception is warm and pleasant, and does not cause me disappointment or mistrust. Life is short and now with the punishment of the mask even more uncertain. My heart is the prisoner of a long dream there in the wide sea, yearning to find a new star that guides me to contemplate the lighthouses of the Cape San Antonio and La Nao, and observe that red moon how it shimmers in the sea, breaking at the bottom of the Bay on summer nights, and before dawn the light of the sun that shines and illuminates the entire contour of Xàbia, and with the Montgo as a judge who watches over the equity and justice of this noble town.
The music of the moving pasodoble to Xàbia, as if it were a celestial concert, sounds when my arrival approaches, as if it wanted to communicate and honor me that I have returned. Standing on the platform of the boat with tearful eyes and tears dripping down my cheeks, I listen to his melodious notes and unspeakable memories sprout in my heart, which tell me in the silence of the smoothness of the waves and their blue sea and crystalline: “Don't be afraid because Xàbia awaits you with open arms. The navigation has already finished, the sorrows have disappeared, and all your desires wrapped in xabiera beauty are flying towards glory ”.
I continue walking through life content and happy after the arrival, although aware that I am like autumn leaves, because with each fallen leaf one step I go to the grave taking. I am still grateful to the gratitude that the destiny that I set for myself offers me and imagined at the beginning: “Arriving safe and sound to enjoy the honeys of 'My dear Xàbia'.
Between so much satisfaction and struggle the night approaches, the sky darkens. My naked body returns to calm, while the mind and my heart filled with love exclaims: 'And you are in Xàbia. The body is dead, let the soul rejoice. '
Juan Legaz Palomares
Good afternoon Palm Sunday Juan wife and family. I would like to get in touch with you since we like the world of poetry. I have canovera roots we are countrymen as they say. 15 years ago more or less at a Canovas party in honor of their patron Saint Francis of Assisi. We met in person. We were talking about our hobby. But we already lost track. So that you know me better I am the daughter of Antonia the butronera.
Excellent poetry. Congratulations.