My Jávea dear, I have seen you again. Your ancestors, your history, your old customs are still alive in my mind, you jealously and carefully guard against adversity. You have helped me to live, to smile. And your memories make me recreate myself in sweet dreams. You are my calm, my haven, my peace. Whenever I breathe and smell the proximity of your lands, the first thing I see is your millennial Montgó, permanent watchdog of all your spectacular and beautiful wonders that invite you to admire a people who join the past with the future, with faith and hope and who it is seen from that stony cusp ...
Your Cabos San Antonio and La Nao, which are orientation and guide for navigation in the Mediterranean. They are two balconies that, from those headlands, with their lighthouses permanently illuminate the wide sea. Your rocks are the living flesh of a settled love that allows me to be intoxicated with all your riches and your yearning and tasty marine agricultural smell.
Forty-six years, since I met you, in my heart in my thoughts, they are impossible to erase. I am a prisoner of your longings because in the end, I don't know if I go astray. I love you too much or your beauty drives me crazy. Nostalgia dwells in my soul and reminds me that my body grows, levitates and feels sublime when it enjoys your presence. Peace reigns in me.
When I wake up at dawn I go to sit on the same rock as always in the Grava beach, staring blankly, waiting for the sun to break through the tip of the Cape San Antonio. The sweet sea breeze caresses my
face and my heart beats with memories. It widens with the white light of dawn in front of your Bay and overflows with joy. She refuses to move away from the pleasure that invades my whole being. She doesn't want melancholy to take over me. The clean and bright dawn encourages me so that agony is not the fruit that feeds the absence that afflicts me when I move away from you, my dear Xàbia.
And why don't you welcome me and adopt me so that I live forever and forever with you? I want to stay with you. How delusional! The subconscious whispers to me. Xàbia knows that you love her, that she is present in your heart, that you
He has enraptured as the lover his faithful lover, and that lives within you, but that it is not necessary that you live permanently in her.
The physical presence, you already know that it is a healing and pleasant revulsion for you. Maybe for your obsession or personal selfishness. But Xàbia tells you: “Don't worry, don't be martyred, I know your good intentions and I always wait for you and I'm ready to hug you and love you. I am pleased and rejoice that you love me. I am with you, I wait for you with open arms and I will never abandon you ”.
Thank you, my dear Xàbia. I already know that I can die in peace and tranquility, because from heaven I will be able to contemplate you with the divine light of white and clean spirituality, I will see you even more beautiful and you will continue to be my unforgettable and perpetual love.
Juan Legaz Palomares
