'Sunset in Xàbia', by Juan Legaz Palomares
Have you never seen a sunrise in Xàbia through Cabo de San Antonio and its subsequent sunset perched on the Montgó? Well you do not know what you're missing. And at dusk on a summer night the reddened moon emerging from the sea like a flaming flame that captivates and falls in love.
I advise you to try to contemplate this spectacle that you will never forget, and I assure you that you will repeat it more than once, because it will fill you with the spirit of peace. It will be a happy summer that you will remember all your life. The sun stretches and the crystalline waters of the Bay of Xàbia bend their back to form waves, as if a mysterious and soft hand were caressing it. Its graceful curves are reverberations of shining silver that, in sparkling curls, curl up to die on the stony Playa de la Grava.
With eddies of gentle wind, dying of thirst, the land rises, wrapping pine and palm trees in loose networks of floating harmony. The sun sets, its radiant globe swells its temples vomiting flames and the clouds catch fire and in shreds its mantle of gold, violet and scarlet break, diffuse..., then rest on the forehead of the mythical Montgó summit, which at waking up from his clumsy sleep lights up with love, blushing.
He looks towards the east with envious reflections of the star that is the light of his morning, he bids the last goodbye to the horizon and then they die, and finally they go out... until the new day returns. The waves still murmur deafly on the rocky and bristling shore of the prodigious Playa de la Grava. With its crown of red splendors, the sun when saying goodbye, at sunset, adorns itself... and gives way to the light of the stars to illuminate the wonderful Xàbia and open the way to glory. The sky shakes, the clouds open and the beauty of the firmament appears to cover the entire environment with beauty.
The laments fade to become smiles and donate thanks to Providence for rewarding the charms with which the Very Illustrious Villa de Xàbia has been graced. Slow the shadow of that incandescent sun, the universe invades. Together the night and the silence advance. The infinite space is collected, and only the silent pleasures of the immortal and divine Xàbia, of its Bay, of its reflective rays of light of love, of fantasy, of dreams that are repeated and fall in love to live until eternity remain in solemn calm. , embraced by the clean Mediterranean sun.
In it, winter ceases to be cold and sad because it becomes splendid spring. The ice is diluted in clean, pure and smiling water. Thus, as if it were a divine gift, I feel like a happy and boisterous child who only knows the happiness and joy of perceiving the effluvia that luck offers me for having met her. My life would be much more arid and sad if I had not met her. It would be like a hive without bees, like a garden without flowers. But, I opened the white curtain that hid my blindness and I found you, my dear Xàbia. And it was in a joyous sunset that my soul was calmed forever.
And exhausted, intoxicated by its beauties, by the august majesty of the skies, the somber majesty of its waters makes me drunk at nightfall, after the sunset in Xàbia, while I fall asleep in a sweet and eternal dream in my beloved Playa de la Gravel.