pepe fuentes

July the seventh III: now, I have no dog; but I continue being and adolescent, though the other way round. This wonderful path which has just been finished is very important to me, reason for which I visit it daily and walk along it slowly, consciously. My fellow citizens do it running or on bicycle, with a sporting spirit. But of course, none has taken this bank so many times, and for so long, with the frail spirit of an adolescent. The river and its surroundings are beautiful, and though on the morning of the seventh of July I took my camera but not the inspiration, I achieved taking this picture which I like very much because it brings back my past which, curiously, becomes the present. It also brings the fact that I write about my dog Farolín. We walked downriver and when we arrived at the barrage of the philosophical bird, we sat down a long time to gaze at the river. Afterwards, we walked upstream, both alone keeping ourselves company. He, also very young, behaved happy and unconcerned; I, with my phantoms and complexes of a disoriented adolescent, frail and sad. In winter, spring, summer and especially in autumn, during years. Farolín was also alone, though he didn't realise it, because he was only with me and though he was very brave, I was a great coward...