A Nazarene on the balcony

Alfalfa has an old color in this morning drizzle first Friday of March, as the voice of a bolt plate. You realize there. You meet it head. It is a sign on a white sheet spread on a facade: “Sandals nazareno”. Since then, all passers you start them see Nazareno face.. Nazarenes faces are not seen, hidden by the mask, in Easter. They are now. That guy who comes there, with gabardine, with umbrella, short body like all sevillanos, regordete, What is classic… What has Nazareno face… And keep walking, Alcaicería de la Loza down, and you know where it has to come, certainly you have to come from there, the Sevillian raincoat and umbrella, so blanquito complexion, Nazareno face so. You must come from one of those medieval small shops, looming balconies the exclamation of an uncommonly long as a claim capirote. Seville Nazareno faced had to get into one of those cernudianas delis, where these days hair hairpieces are changed by cartoneras.

Look inside those stores and are as romantic as many stores you have seen many times in Venice, in Cádiz, in Havana… Counters where time stops. What time stopped selling these little shops but the Alcaicería? They have as an army lined up on the floor capirotes, they seem commanded by the highest, by the Madre y Maestra, by the Great Power, by Student… Black brotherhoods make their hoods are the ends of spenders Squad neighborhoods, capirotes short Lanzada, Hope of Triana, de la Mortars…

They not have to say it smells like Easter drizzle this morning Friday, because at Alcuceros, Postigo in the courtyard of the orange Savior, a sign says that today will be in Besapiés the Lord of Silence. First Friday of March. It was easy to go to the tail of the Captive. The hard, This deep that some savor Sevilla. Find the Silence of Seville stuck on a poster, see that Cautivo which is the old city time stopped at the counters of the Alcaicería, between measuring tapes and glue cans with a smell of first sections, new brothers.

And you're going to Francos and even hinder you to view bandoliers of ads. Here can not be a step. If it fits here, these windows, This gusting step Eves. In street Chapineros have a new showcase shields brotherhoods. You see there confirmed your barrunto. The more silks lead, and more golds, poorer the neighborhood of that brotherhood sale. Who understand the language spoken by these shields from the window hear is that he knows Sevilla.

And you've turned the corner of the street of Brooms, and there, front of Chicarreros, yes it is stopped time. Did you see how heavy this year the weather in the windows of the Century Sevillano? The clock there missing days. Seeing this decline, What year is this Palm Sunday pointing? And you see some agony of Seville right window, once so bright, as wastelands hogaño. And you think a Sevilla goes missing. You retreat to the street arroyo to see the balcony. Expect the Nazarene will not be this year looking out. Every day you discover Sevilla. For against what you thought, There is leaning that nazareno Sevillano Century. body has. It has a soul. It is perhaps the father, dead, Sevillian faced nazareno you saw the Alcaicería. It is a Sevillian who comes every year from another neighborhood, Nazareno dresses and gets to see how they are riding the boxes. Yesterday I was in the balcony of Nazareth Century and was an old Sevillano Seville lit their torches for the Via Crucis of the Marquis of Tarifa.

Antonio Burgos / Easter boxes

Collected in the book “Sevilla hundred boxes”
www.antonioburgos.com

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