Friends leaving

A well-known Spanish song says, that something dies in the soul, when a friend leaves, something dies in the soul, that one cannot bear it.

And although we generally use this word in an affective way to refer to like-minded and close people, it can also be applied, at least from my point of view, to those other beings and objects that have somehow left their mark on our soul.

You will then understand my point of view, if considering Art in general as an invaluable friend, deeply feel its loss when I find myself - unfortunately, so often that my soul is torn - cases like the one I intend to present to you here.

This small hermitage, located on the edge of fields that barely represent an infinitesimal plot in the immense solitudes of Castile, is the humiliated friend, who suffers not only from the unruly thrusts of time, but also from the forgetfulness of a generation that gives the back to the faith of its elders, hooked on the mirage of some technological gods - Asimov already predicted, among others, that Science would one day replace God - who are, after all, nothing more than the most artificial of delusions.

But the Art lover will adopt spiritual mourning and will see, in that ruin that even the wind respects, a millennial friend, who still badly injured and unjustly ostracized, continues to teach beauty lessons, because he carries in his nature the genes of an ancient wisdom, where his parents, the medieval stonemason masters, looked for God at the bottom of Geometry, applying the same qualities as San Bernardo sensed: balance, measure, proportion, beauty and harmony.

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