Land Extremadura, the spacious skies, was, in principle, the land of my wife and my family, and her trip after trip , has become as recognizable to me, so dear, now I can say that I belong to something and mine.
So far the trip to Extremadura, Tierra de Barros, Villafranca, had been with him as co-pilot, but now we were going there, your land, from which you came looking for a greater horizon for your family, with his ashes , in whose cemetery rest and go where it looked when we remember, at that hill and that wide wide sky.
days of mourning and memory, loss and hugs. Fernando Sánchez
returned permanently to their land and rests there today.
So far the trip to Extremadura, Tierra de Barros, Villafranca, had been with him as co-pilot, but now we were going there, your land, from which you came looking for a greater horizon for your family, with his ashes , in whose cemetery rest and go where it looked when we remember, at that hill and that wide wide sky.
days of mourning and memory, loss and hugs. Fernando Sánchez
returned permanently to their land and rests there today.
His daughter, Francisca Sanchez Pinilla, he composed the beautiful poem with his picture is already registered. Verses are the stuff of emotion pure, the most tender look at the father. Pick up in it, too, which his children, his wife and family, had for him:
After walking and retrace our steps
get here, to the noonday sun
tired ... Long was the way back. More
life drank every sip,
until all the smoke out of nowhere.
tired ... Long was the way back. More
life drank every sip,
until all the smoke out of nowhere.
latter We can only spur ...
before looking at the clock again,
and embrace the blue of your eyes
the serene sea that you gave us one day.
Villafranca, August 10, 2010.
