Four children were born from the marriage of my adoptive father: Rosa, Montse, José and Juan.
Montse discovered her deepest desire; she wanted to feel the power of the sky, to see the insignificance of men and the greatness of Nature. She became a flight attendant and found in the whisper of a man, what I could not be able to offer her. She found a man of similar thoughts, able to challenge nature with the single human creation that allows us to see ourselves from the top of the world and regret our ignorance. I have spent many good times with them; I have uncovered their past during countless lunches and dinners. I feel as their confessor and friend and I know that they have always been there; they have helped me become whom I am nowadays.
Rosa was close, but she decided not to give herself in completely to me. She needed, just like her father, to dedicate her life to others and make all children smile, sharing with their parents the difficult task of educating them for life. She comes to visit me from time to time, I know that she keeps an eye on me and my beloved and she would not hesitate for a while to give me what I need.
The two boys, Joan and Josep, substituted their father in the difficult task of harvesting grapes every year to cheer up people. I have spent my last years and I share the loneliness that I am doomed. Since they were kids, I have been by their side, looking after them and watching how they became men. I have seen them born and today, they see me die.
Their daring decision of pursuing the family business changed their lives and outlined mine.
I remember the day when we inaugurate of new home (1985). I heard the emptiness of his body and the simple beat of his heart. His heart was the only part of his body functioning in that moment; you could only hear the echo of the beat. They remember a pleasant agony, the body did not respond and their voice betrayed them. They were standing there, waiting for liberating the pressure of my body. I came out and they manage to control their body. I liked what they did, they wrapped me in illusions and future, they decided not to listen what they did not want to hear and just stand in front of each other, right in front of their best friends. They prove that the courage of the working people, those with rough hands, speak more than their words.
They were young, they believe in what they did and so did I. Time has prove to be that only those that are born among vineyards can understand me. They have seen each other become men in my arms; they have seen their reflection in my past and they have seen my results.
They have taken me where I never imagined I could arrive, they elevate me and I felt such an amazing recognition, that I have always have to be grateful to this world that they created for me, I tend to think that it is a gift of nature: two brothers so different but tailored made for me... Sometimes I wonder if it was the inheritance that my adoptive father left me, is it possible to play with destiny and change it to one’s favor? They are not alone, I am aware that I have taken over the lives of those that decided to devote their own to a project. With pleasure, I gave in a part of me to seal these unions. I am not hurt, this is why I was born and this is why I die today, with the smiles of those that cherish me.

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