For reasons of loving loyalty, which matter a lot to me, I keep thinking and have been considering whether I want to be buried in my beloved Xàbia. I want to be buried in this Spanish land. Die and melt into it. At the height of the mythical Montgó. I am proud to be able to call him my friend, my lookout, my protector and my best support to contemplate all the wonders of Xàbia, and because without him my life would be worth much less.
I feel attached to this blessed land. I would be grateful if they would leave me in a specific place where the scent of flowers enveloped me. It is not that I want to be admired, it is just the opposite, which is clear to me, that when I die I will rest in a quiet place. I am so proud of my dear Xàbia that she is like a mother to me. And what can a child expect from a mother, not to leave him alone for a moment. At the precise moment my body stops, do whatever you want with it, although I would like them to give it a somewhat joyful and fun destiny. Maybe I'm asking something too difficult. If so, Xàbia, forgive me, and don't listen to me.
If you can't bury me where I ask you, which is what I prefer, don't give my ashes to anyone. But if I ever felt treated as a full, full man, it was when I met my beloved Xàbia. I would also like someone to see this in my tendons and bones just before I passed away. “The complete smell of tea penetrant-me. Didn't they come with a nice panic? ”.
I do not know if it will be easy or difficult, but by wanting it I do not commit any crime either. I write, by and for Jávea (for a few years), although rather, sooner rather than later the fateful hour will come. So, to compensate for my illusions, I'm not going to ask you anything more than to let me enter the heart of your wonders to write and edit my texts myself. This has been the most beautiful and happy part of my life. But if I ever felt treated as a full, full man, with all my best faculties, it was when you looked at me, spoke to me and took me and accepted me with a hug of love, light and life. I felt like the tallest and the richest and the strongest of the idols that each generation throws onto the greatest hits list. I would like your people to see this also in my bones and tendons just before they burned.
And this is true for all those who love me, and I explain to them that when I die it will not be hard for them, and that it hardly passes like the sweet breeze that caresses me from the most beautiful bay on earth. Just when the body vanishes I will leave it very quietly, to settle in its Bay and its strength and on the promontory that juts out into the sea of the Cape San Antonio, to protect my dear Xàbia. And the angels are going to help me in this last task, in the last breath until I pass away.
I have been writing for a long time that I had begun to get along very well with my beloved Xàbia until he meets his death, and that we go out for a walk from time to time. Since then we know what to say to each other, Xàbia, my death and I, and we have talked so much that now after so many years that we live together and walk together, everything is light, pleasant and the truth is that it is very easy.
Easy, easy Because I lived easy by his side. A grimace, they say, in the end, but very easy. I would prefer that you weren't saddened by my absence. I'll be out right away that it's over. You do not have to cry too much, because then you will not notice how at that very moment, already freed from my body, my dear Xàbia, I kiss and hug you. And I will thank the Eternal Father "May death surprise me in Jávea".
Juan Legaz Palomares.
I say the same.