DAY OF THE CANARY ISLANDS (EN)
Our story is not only written on paper. Our forests, our cave, our sea and our people make eternal what celulosa never could. It is not easy to see the Sun's arrive, but we are polite and we stay at his side until he leave us. Despite the distance between us our closeness shines through. Isolated, we are more united, in the distance, we miss more the other. The hands have deep cracks, but not our soul. The face is sun-weathered, but our will is clear. The pine, the jable, the land, the seafairing, are part of our cultural DNA. So it is, too, to serve a glass of wine to the thirsty. A piece of meat, a potato, served with a good mojo sauce, to the hungry. A smile, to whoever needs it most. That’s how we are, that’s how we "be". Forgive us for rejoicing over here, Hercules, but we are grateful that you stole the wrong apples when you m...
